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Name: Christ Bearer
Country: United States
State: Virginia
Metro: Roanoke
Birthday: 3/7/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: reading: The Bible, anything Tolkien, and poetry of poetries The Wind In The Willows,
writing: poetry, stories.
hiking: the peaks of otter, walks on the Parkway,
music: christian contemperary(Casting Crowns mostly), praise & worship, clasical, and Irish folk.
And I play soccer every chance I get.
And I now had a pet squirrel.
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Expertise: being a loser
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Forestry
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
9/27/2004
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Nearly a year since I last posted. Why didn't I go for a year record you ask? I wasn't taking a break on purpose. I haven't felt like I had something worth posting in a long time. I still don't really. I just wanted to make that clear to all of you still existing in the Xanga world.
November. The month that always comes unlooked for and even unexpected in spite of my 23 years of experience. Here in Virginia the month has its good and bad sides and there aren't just two square, clearly defined sides either. The month is as complex as any person I know and indeed reminds me of myself most of all.
November has its pleasantries. What leaves October has left fall and cover the ground. (I don't know if you have experienced this particular joy, but there if there is something I love with a childlike delight it's not being able to see the paths or roads due to a thick rustling layer of leaves.) You get to wear a strikingly different wardrobe due to the cold weather and your breath starts steaming whenever you're outdoors. The animals stand out more and seem to be strangely vibrant in contrast to the bare forest and compared to the coldness of the earth they seem warmer and more full of life. A lone buck bending his strong neck to the ground patiently searching out the grains amid the grasses or a herd of cattle grazing in the early morning as though the cold didn't touch their noses.
But there is the cold.
Even if the cows can deny it I can't. My hide is too thin and I can't help but to think about the warmer weather we had in bright summertime. You didn't see this side of nature then but you weren't so acutely affected by the temperature. The days were hot and the nights warm long after the visible effects of the sun were gone behind the horizon. Now the western horizon sees the sun at five and is dark by six. You know this for certain because the black, naked forms of the trees are like open window blinds.
Another beauty that hurts.
Perhaps we are all able to forgive November this year and look to his bright-side. I know it'll be hard and at times you will feel more like shunning him and burying yourself in summer memories or even leaving and finding a place that's never cold or dark or disappointing, but hold out on him and he may turn out better than you expected.
He thanks you for your efforts.
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| My previous post was a long time ago.
Since then I have had two much weirder(?) dreams but I will only touch on them. One involved me as a half ghost and the other was just involved.
Since then I have been amazed at the Hebrews study. I have a little... thought from the first three verses that kind of sheds some light.
Heb. 1:1-3
The first part of this passage recalled to me the parable of the vineyard in Luke 20:9-18. The Hebrews in general were a very guilty people. In the times past their forefathers had treated the prophets -the servants in the parable that came to receive the fruit- very brutally and killed them. God gave them many chances but every time they answered the same. So he sent His own Son, His "beloved" Son who was the rightful heir of the vineyard and, according to Hebrews, the one by whom He planted the vineyard. And in answer the husbandmen cast Him out and killed hem on a hill called Calvary.
The next part in the Hebrew passage says that He (the Son) "is" the radiance of the glory of God. He "is"! The Son yet lives!
And he is the radiance of the glory of God; the light by which His people know Him! That light which led the people of Israel through the night as a pillar of fire; that which left the temple of Solomon and was revealed again on the Mount of Transfiguration; that which comforted Stephen in his martyrdom, blinded Saul on the road to Demascus and caused John to fall on his face as one dead at Patmos.The radiance which the chief priests and elders tried to overcome and could not. "the true light which enlightens everyone" (John 1:9) who said to John "fear not; I am the first and the last: I am He that liveth, and was dead; and behold, I am alive for evermore..."!
He "is" that radiance and the exact imprint of His person (litterally "nature"). He, the light of glory, and the exact imprint of God's essance and nature. Every attribute of God from His holiness in the pentituke to His judgement and providence in the histories; from His comfort and Lordship in the Psalms to His wisdom in Proverbs; from His soveriegnty and righteousness in the prophets to His love, liberality and grace in the gospels; and all the coutless thousands upon thousands that I have not mentioned. All are expressed in the Lord Jesus and that perfectly. The essance that seals forever the promises, the very "I am" of God!
He's amazing.
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| A lot of you probably read Jesse's most recent post (the one with the alphabetical cake).
The dream he shared was pretty weird but not half so weird as the one I had last night.
I don't usually remember my dreams but on my way to work this morning I happened to recall this one piece by piece until the whole thing came back to me and I couldn't help laughing.
This is the dream:
Tyler and I were at Calvary Memorial Church (where we used to attend) and I was walking down the hallway talking to Jordan about the Hook musical he's going to be in. In my dream he got the part of Peter Pan (I haven't found out if he really did or not).
Suddenly a deer burst out of one of the Sunday-school rooms and bolted down the hallway. It was a young buck with a decent rack. Tyler trapped it in another room and I, wanting bring more meat home to mom, but having no other means of killing it, jumped on its back and tried choking it with my arm.
It wasn't easy because the deer was wriggling and bucking and my choke hold kept slipping in the struggle letting the deer catch its breath again.
Finally I had it pinned to the floor so that it couldn't get out of my grip and it starts singing a carol called "Will I Live to See another Christmas" (I assume that's what the carol was called because that's the only line I can remember) and he sounded like the voice of Rudolf in that old Christmas special.
So I broke down and told Tyler that I just couldn't do it!
And that's all I remember.
Pretty weird, huh?
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| I'm happy everyone liked my previous post on the subject at hand. With my recent ponderings and personal-discovery on the subject of light and the Light. And I am grateful for the helpful criticism on my own thoughts as well as pleased that the meat of the post wasn't challenged.
I even took chuck_the_chum's input and changed the color of my text. (Let me know if this is good.)
As with part one I am not coming with anything prepared. I tried to prepare but it wasn't working so I'll try to do this off the cuff and see how it goes.
Waking Up:
When I open my eyes in the morning I can see things much more clearly than when I turned in the night before. Even when I wake up before the sun things are more visible than before. You see, when my eyes are closed all night in sleep they get used to the dark behind my eyelids. Then when I open them they immediately begin searching for information via light.
Following the same idea, if I wake up late in the morning and have nothing screening the sunlight, my eyes are less apt to search so openly. They will squint and blink and often times close again several times because of the information overload. Waking up late is a bad idea in general. You see the bright light of the sun always seems to give me a headache after I've been indoors or asleep moments before going out.
In a much worse way waking up late to the Light of the Gospel of the Glorious Christ is a bad idea. Imagine all of the people (I hope you are not one of them) who, in the day of his returning, will have to say "Why did I sleep in!" and be cast into eternal Darkness where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth.
I think the intensity of the light changes from time to time. In Psalm 119:105 when the psalmist says, "Thy Word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path." I have always pictured the Word as a flashlight or a lantern the psalmist was holding out in front to see the way through dark times. (Another theory of mine is that the psalmist had light-up sneakers. This is derived from the passage in the New Testament about "having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace;" But don't go strapping the Holy Bible to your feet based on theory.)
A flashlight or lantern doesn't give off a significant amount of light. Just enough to let you see where you're stepping. But what occurs to me about the Word of God is that no matter how small a light it may seem to be compared to the darkness around it, it is always the purest light and steps taken according to it will land on sure ground.
This is why so many Christians in the past and present when faced with a dark decision find one verse or passage of the Bible to be not only sufficient but precise as to what course they need(ed) to take.
Jesus is the Word of God made flesh come to take away the sins of the world as well as a personal lamp to my feet and light to my path.
Don't get used to the dark! Wake up while its early! Don't sleep another minute and when it is dark be sure your feet are shod with the gospel!
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| So we left for my grandmother's funeral in Ohio last Wednesday and everything went ok (as funerals go). But on the way back the jeep had a transmission leak. So Colton and Cody and I roughed it all the way back from Marietta Ohio to Troutville Va stopping every twenty-five minutes to refill the tranny. Well, once we got within five miles of home it died and drifted to the wrong side of the road. So we refilled it again and I started it up hoping to get out of the way before any cars came. As the engine roared into action flames shot out from under the hood.
Long story short it burned up and the police came and the firemen and Mr. Honesty and Sam (who just happened by).
We got everything out in time and we were all fine but the car is toast. Not that I'd eat it with jelly.
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