God is Love and Love is Real

God is Love and Love is Real.

If this statement is true (which I believe and know that it is) then we can then come to the conclusion that God is confusing. Which is pretty obvious to anyone trying to understand God.

It’s kind of funny how Love and God ties in really. God is something that our minds cannot even come close to trying to understand completely. Not even close. If we just wait, God just comes to us and speaks and then we think we understand what love is because we experience God.

I do not know where I am going with this but Love is real and I know this because I know of God. But I really cant grasp this concept of love. I think love makes you become more like that person God would want you to be which would be more like him.

When you love someone, truly love someone, you become unselfish and put that significant other before you in all aspects of life. That right there is a beautiful thing. Love is so powerful that it would make the most selfish creatures ever created think more of another than themselves. That is God. That is power.

Not to get personal but I yearn for this feeling. This is a side of God that I know is out there but I have not yet been able to grasp it. To truly fall in love. To become so unselfish that I am not myself. I think falling in love can become a worshipful experience towards God. I cannot wait to meet the young lady that brings this understanding of God to me in a whole new way.

I think there is a difference between thinking something and actually really feeling it. I think about this subject a good amount but I am still as selfish as can be. Which is sad really.

Love is so beautiful. Yet so is God. Do you see how this all ties in ? I could go on for days about this.

this is all such random thoughts but i hope there could be some understanding as to what I am saying.

To try to understand why love changes a person would be like trying to understand how God changes a person.

This is my view right now.
Maybe I will fall in love and then right another note against what I just said. lol
Who knows?
Thanks for reading and please feel free to comment all that you want on this absurdity.

God is Love and Love is Real

1 John 4:7-12

7Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. 8Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. 9This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son^[b] into the world that we might live through him. 10This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for^[c] our sins. 11Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. 12No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.

Simple and Beautiful

I’ve had much time to ponder and just think about things here recently amidst all of these rainy days.
Life is beautiful, when it is kept so simple.
Why do we continually try to complicate things?
Lets take our relationships for example.
We like to play games and make things difficult and just prolong the actions that we would like to take from the beginning, by messing with the others head.
We are all guilty of it. I’ll be the first to admit to it.
Relationships are so simple and beautiful but we tend to complicate them with this mindless banter.
This is what I want to change so desperately.
But can such a thing come about?
Even my relationship with Christ has come to this mindlessness.
Of course its only on my part that the banter occurs and not on Christs’.
I find myself just playing with God to have belief in Him.
and I do the same with others.
Why cant I just step right in and believe
or believe in that person.
We have to test things, which is completely reasonable, when it comes to people at least.
but With God???
I am an idiot. I have let the way that I interact with friends and the opposite sex interfere with the way that I interact with God.
I have to have trust proven to me by people to gain it.
So now I am doing the same with my Savior.
It’s stupid if you ask me.
I want to just take the action and just step in and go all out for this Divine being that I so amazingly believe in.
but I do not.

Why?

Because I feel like I am programed now to toy with that person and test them and see if they’ve earned my friendship. HA who am I to think this way. a mere mortal to think this way about God(to loosely quote Paul).
I want, No, I need something simple. something beautiful and Christ gives that to me everyday and I just take it for granted.
I think this is how I should base my relationships now.
Just take the plung and trust that person until proven otherwise.
Love them from the begining. and hopefully still love them in the end no matter what.
I hope that in doing this, my relationship with Christ would grow and I could just learn to stop playing and start learning.
I am not very wise and I want to learn from anyone and everyone.
I want to love all people and not mess with their heads.
I want to trust people like I should and want to trust Christ.

With all of my heart.

In this case I will act first and then speak later.
If that makes any sense at all.

God is Love
and
Love is Real

P.S. I hope we can now see how the way we treat others is a direct reflection of what others can view of Christ. That is such a great burden. But I’m glad to have this burden and I hope you will be also.

Oatmeal

As I was eating me some oatmeal this morning I suddenly realized something. Oatmeal is the proof of a seed in my life. Let me explain now that I have figured this out.

I really like oatmeal. I fix my oatmeal with butter, sugar, brown sugar and lots of honey. I don’t really prefer it this way, it is just the way it was made for me as a child and I just keep doing it, even though I think I do prefer it just plain now days.

I have very fond memories of spending times with my ma me, who is my great grandmother. She was a great women. She passed away a couple of years ago from alzheimer’s and I still think about her from time to time. But the reason why I say this is because I would spend multiple nights there as a child with just my brother, ma me and I. Every morning she would fix us oatmeal. Not the instant kind, but the long time on the stove kind. The kind that made little boys like my brother and I go crazy in the mornings because of our hungry little bellies were not filled yet. She would fill the oatmeal with all the ingredients that I mentioned in the above.

Growing up in a house of alcoholics, ma me was my only source of Christ in my life. I would not have known about God really at all before the 7th grade if it wasn’t for this woman. We would sit down and eat our oatmeal at her kitchen table and read these little cards full of scripture that were there in the middle of the table. For some reason I would always read these. They would captivate my 8 year old mind. God was moving and I didn’t even know it. (That I Feel, is amazing). God’s scripture was already molding me without me even knowing him. So my first experience with scripture is while I am eating oatmeal. I guess thats why I love oatmeal so much.

Ma me had this huge Bible that was about 2 feet high by 1.5 feet wide when closed. She kept this thing in a glass case all protected. It was always open though. I would sit there and stare at it like it was some treasure of some sort. Which to my surprise it actually is a book of treasure.

Ma me made me feel loved. Everyone loved her and you could tell. I guess thats why I always liked going to her house. I still remember the house, I remember its’ smells, I still think of her every time I see a Wendys or a poodle. Wendys was next door to her house and she owned 2 poodles and they were both blind. You can only imagine what a 6 and 8 year old set of boys would do to such dogs.

This women planted a seed in my life that I had never even known about until this morning. God is amazing in this way. I thank every one of you that I know that has watered that seed to this day. You are showing me the love that ma me had shown me. Her love was pure and beautiful and I miss her. I will see her some day again and when I do I think I will owe her some oatmeal and a giant hug and thank you.

I love you ma me and I miss you dearly. Thank you for your love. I pray that I may do the same.

HAMMERTIME

I was in Corpus and found this to be quite funny.

if you cannot read what it says underneath the “STOP” it reads “hammertime”

THIS SICKENS ME!!!!!!

Way to go. You’re beating people with the book that the book tells you to love.

If My Little Brother Were to Die, I Would also.

My little brother Kyle went into surgery to get his Spleen and Gall Bladder removed. His spleen had swollen to the size of a cantaloupe. The spleen is suppose to be the size of a racquetball. He has this disease that has come to be called the “Tansey Curse”. Every male in the family gets this disease except for me for some reason. I don’t really know what that is suppose to mean. This disease is called spherocytosis(sp?). The blood cells are miss shaped so they begin to get lodged in the spleen and cause it to swell. Here are some pictures of the after math of his surgery. They are kinda gruesome so please don’t look if you get queasy easily.

I love my little brother. Despite his antics. I pray that his life will now really take off after he recovers from all of this. He lacks the self discipline to be what I feel God wants him to be. To bad he doesn’t know God or maybe this would be a different story in his case. I would give my life for him. I love him more than anyone here on this earth. Sorry Mom. I just hope that he is sought out by God. He could do amazing things if he really tried. I look up to my brother because of his courage in so many areas. Thank you Kyle for inspiring me in so many ways that you don’t even know about. I love you. Even though you will probably never read this I pray that my actions and speech will show it. Thank you brother for your love and your heart. Your awesome in every way and I can’t imagine life without you. Your amazing. I’m so proud of you. Your bravery through the surgery astonishes me. I will never leave you brother. You mean the world. I’m here for you no matter what the cost. I love you. Get well.

100,000+ to Shake It

In celebration of Mine and Andrews you tube video achieving over 100,000 views I thought I would post it for all of you to see.

Tangible

Jesus makes it easier to believe in God.

Jesus and his story remove the doubt.

He was real!

He still is real!

He lived on this very earth.

He was born here.

He died here.

He conquered death here!

It’s all real.

The facts are there.

You cannot disprove his existence here on earth in any way.

Jesus was either a mad man or who he said he was.

JESUS CHRIST IS TANGIBLE!!!!!!

Thank God for Public Showering

I went to the Chiropractor today to receive my deep tissue massage for my back. I don’t know if this is going to become a habit of having awkward moments there, but I definitely almost had one again today. If it wasn’t for my 4 straight years of running cross country in high school and taking a shower with 20 other guys around me each morning for those four years then, today would have been awkward.

There I lay with my back towards the ceiling and a man with hands as big as baseball gloves groping my back. When he gets to the lower region of my back he realizes that I am in pain, because of my whimpering. He asks me where it hurts and I point it out to him. He then follows this muscle until it reaches my bottom. Here is where it begins to get kinda awkward. He tells me that I need to undo my belt so he can reach the problem area of the muscle. Undoing my belt was not enough to get to this area so then asks me to undo my pants all together. I was like alright whatever, he’s a guy, I’m a guy, I don’t mind if he sees my super white butt. He then begins to deep tissue massage the muscle surrounding my sciatic nerve. He tells me that these muscles were super tight and that they were squeezing my sciatic nerve which is what was causing some of the pain. The pain is so excruciating that I am having to laugh my head off to keep from crying. I don’t even wont to know what the people in the waiting room were thinking due to the noises that I was making in my moment of sheer pain.

Then it happens! KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK, The doctor tells this person to come in. Here I am with half my super white butt exposed and in comes, guess who? the little Taiwanese girl. Luckily I am facing away from the door, so I didn’t see her face.

As soon as she enters the room she explains to the doctor that she needs the laser for a patient. Then I hear it, a giggle, a he he from this girl. She’s laughing at my butt. At least that is what it sounds like she is doing. This made me laugh even more in my pain, thus causing her to laugh her way out of the door.

If it wasn’t for my previous years of exposure I think I would have been rather embarrassed. But it didn’t really bother me at all really. I just found it all to be funny.

Thank God for Public Showering.

The Lego Testament

I found this to be amazing to say the least.

The Bible told in Legos