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All about Religion

Resurrection of Christ
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 All forms of Religion have at sometime or another, and some still boast, that they are the one true passage into death. The oldest known Religion is Hebrew. which now are the Jews, followed by Christianity, after the resurrection of Christ with Islam forming a few hundred years later. A true Religion does not denounce the Diety of Christ, which is a problem for the Jews because they are the ones that did not believe that their Saviour was walking among them at the time and thought that his healing was the work of trickery. Islam is a little bit more, well just say they copied Christianity, but suited to the needs of the Arabic life.

Islam today is looked upon as the most creulist of the three. Even though Islam claim they are about piece, they forget to mention that they rape women to “make” them Islam, the love they teach is only for those that are Islam and etc…. with that in mind, it was Christians that started the Crusades and killed those that were not wanting to be Christians. Islam just makes it more enticing for killing. I often wonder what will a man do with 72 virgins after he dies when in reality, satisfying 72 virgins is an impossible feat for any one man.

When you call yourself a Christian, you tend to be watched very closely and any transgressions one think you had made will be surely to point it out. For many it is ok to be a part of a religion that kills for glory, embrace racism, shun those that want to leave a church, mock those that try to live right and look down on those that are not like them. Since then, many forms of Religion have sprang up. Most were born out of necessity like Joseph Smith, where he was seeking Religion as a troubled teen and created his own to meet his own needs. Many other religions are founded based on what the founders themselves want to believe in. How else does one get many people to die thinking they are going to ride on a comet?

It is very ironic how the cult religions find a following that is greater than the one that is based on the facts. How about the movies and the networks not scared of showing films and tv shows about evil and the creation of inhuman characters, but is very hesitant about showing movies and shows that has anyting to do with God because they are afraid to offend any religions. Atheism seems to have trouble with their own identity. If they do not believe in a heaven or hell, Christ or the Devil, then how can they be offended by anything religious?

There are many forms of Religion that promises you a path to righteousness, wealth, fame and a chair beside a “supreme” being. Finding out which one is the correct one is the most difficult one can take on that journey. However or whatever you choose, be sure it is the one that will bring you in to the light, because you are the one that will have to live in eternity with your decision.

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Bring Back America

It is amazing how history repeats itself, or just never completely goes away. Below is a story I wrote about seven years ago and it could be used to talk about today.

America it seems to be coming to a standstill. All the the freedoms we once had taken for granted is slipping through our fingers. No longer can we voice our opinions, talk about Christ, send our kids to school, have multi-cultural friends, go to work without fear from offending someone or if we are going to have a job.
 
When we talk about Christ in public, it offends those that do not believe and we are forced to refrain from any discussion, because we are imposing on their right, yet we have to follow the rules of those that impose their beliefs on us. “Talking about Christ is wrong” they say, but to them, it is ok to talk about and worship the devil, then when they do something wrong, then they blame it on those other than themselves. If you haven’t noticed already, the more we try to take Christ out of America, the worst America is getting. Imagine our Forefathers turning over in their graves because the very thing that America was founded upon, is being destroyed.

And now, our jobs are being taken away from us. Ironic, the countries that despises Americans, are coming into America, getting better help, better jobs without paying taxes than those of us that lives here. So now, we are taking the jobs to them.

Nothing wrong with helping out other countries, but when greed is involved, eventually you will destroy yourself. Look at the Romans, England and all the other conquering nations of past times, they stretched themselves to the point to where they broke down.

There is nothing wrong with helping out other countries economies, but do not destroy ours. I suggest that no matter where an industry may manufactures their products in the world, those who work for those industries should be entitled to the same pay and benefits as the Americans. Not only that, if the products, finished or unfinished, crosses the American border, then they should be subject to taxes. No matter what will be decided, when the borders close for National Security reasons, then those that are of greed will lose because then they will not get their products. But remember, the more jobs we lose, the more our pay gets cut, the harder we will hold onto our money. Those that are way up on the ladder may not feel the effects of those that are drowning, but you will, and you will see what greed can do to you.

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A Brush With Greatness: The Lord Jesus Christ

JesusYou do not have to go to church to be a believer in Christ. You do not have to go to church to give yourself to Christ. You do not have to go to church to repent. If you want to learn about Christ and walk the path to Salvation, you need to go to church. Once you walk with Christ, He is always there, we are the ones that leave the well beaten path. One alwyas know that He is there at all times, even when we do not think we need Him.

When I was a kid, I was made to go to church at a young age. I hated it. I didn’y mind going to church, I just hated going dressed up. I was a kid, little boys didn’t like to be clean. When I was allowed to decide for myself, I elected to go. After so many years I realized that the main reason why I didn’t want o tgo wasn’t because of the monkey suit I had to wear every Sunday, it was the fact that the church I went to did not have many kids my age thereat the time.

Thru out my childhood, I have to say that unfortunally, I did not give church a look. It had never crossed my mind. When I was in high school, close to my adult age, I did start feeling a tugging, started “seeing” things, started “knowing” things, but I just shrugged them off as being a “normal” teen. I realized later to what they were was not part of a “normal” teenager.

I joined the service after my graduation from high school and I did get to travel. I was stationed first in Germany and then stateside only to be shipped out to the desert for Operation Desert Shield/Storm. When I was in Germany, I started to expierence things that I could not understand. Ouija boards, I could control them on my own, I did not have to be touching the orb to get an answer to my questions and my questions would trump those touching the orb. I walked to places and felt like “I was there before”. Trips out into the field, I would pick up on things that noone else could and learned later from the locals cofirmed my feelings. The most important thing I remembered is that one night I had dreamed that I flew home, went into my old bedroom, turned the light on to search for something that was lost and then left. In a phone conversation with my mother the next day, she had said that he heard my bedroom door opened and when she got up to look, the light was on. When I was in Germany, I talked to my Grandfather the day he had passed and I talked to him again later during the Gulf War.

Jesus_1After the service, I decided to settle down. Like most people, I hurried up and got married. Three years after the birth of my second child, we were divorced. It was after the divorce that I started to tumble around. Don’t get me wrong, I was glad for the divorce, I did not know what direction I needed to go. The time from the seperation to the divorce final, I was a celebrating, celebrating my freedom. A couple of months before the final divorce, I started to find direction, started to take better care of myself.  A few months after the divorce, I started to go to church and eventually got on my knees and repented. On June 09, 1998, I was saved.

From June thru December, I went to church and on the days I had visitation with my children, I took them also. I was working to better myself physically also. At the time, I was training to run a marathon and try to reach my dream goal of playing for the Washington Redskins. The more I became physically built, the more I took into the word of the Lord. As I look back now, there were certain events and certain things said to me that I did not understand until that fateful day on December 12th, 1998.

December 12th, 1998, started out just like any other day. Except that day, I had to work overtime. It was also a day thay I would get my daughters for the weekend. That was also a day the girls were to go to church for play practice. It was a day that we were going Christmas shopping out of town. I got off work around 9 that morning, picked up the girls from their grandmother, went home, got ready and took the girls to church. Noone was there so we went to my moms. While I was there, I took a short nap and then we went shopping. We ate first, went shopping then started to go home. Only, we didn’t make it home that day. We were in an accident that we shouldn’t had lived thru.

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I remembered what happened the moments before the accident and the moments during the accident. The moments before the accident I did not remembered until after a year, but what happened during the accident, I will always remember for the rest of my life. I know what happened was probably a few short seconds but what transpired, seems like it had passed for awhile.

At the moment of impact, I was surrounded by white light. I remember thinking at the time that I was in limbo. The thing was, I knew where I was at and I was not afraid. I was not worried about my family, about what I haven’t accomplished, how my girls would be taken care of. I was, in a sense, at peace. I remebered the sermon the week before on when things go bad, don’t ask the Lord “Why me?”, instead “What do you want me to do Lord!”. I remember during the accident, feeling of euphoria and letting myself go, saying, “Here I am Lord, do with me as you wish!”. Then I seen hands coming from the light, then arms, then a face. It was a face of Jesus. The moment I saw him, I knew I was not dead. At that moment, I remembered from the Bible that when we face Christ on Judgement Day, he will be in His glory and I remember how John described His Glory in the book of Revelations. I did not look at His Hands, I only looked at His face. He did not speak to me, but I felt comfort. I did not want to leave, but I also did not want to go.

Then in a moment, I was back.

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