love is an offering

If I dared to put everything I am under personal scrutiny, what would I find?   If I stripped myself of the labels and no longer defined myself or limited my identity to my vocation or my scholarship then who would remain?   Could I love that person? Could that person be loved? Could he be recognized?   Somewhere along the way in my life, I allowed myself to be limited by narrow definitions, like student, teacher, preacher, employee, and soldier.   Knowing all the while that such titles don't begin to define me.   I even felt trapped by my own name.   It was my father’s name.   I spent most of my life undoing and detaching my own identity from that of my father, because of the interpretation of his own life heavily influenced that name in a negative way.   I am not a name, a title or an employee.   Should I be known by my income or my outcome? By my social "friend"ships or by my relationships?   If I dared to put everything I thin...

the silence is deafening, but the sirens are definitely... razor sharp piercing through the darkness especially these are the sounds that surround him conceptually the violent vibrations of violence suggest that he... join in the chaos if they "try to step to me" but if he continues this cycle then death is his destiny and not just the physical but the spiritual that's desparately wants to survive and connect like telepathy he searches the Scriptures for truth so carefully unsatisfied by the world that's so sexually... driven it's a given they attack men collectively no man's exempt from the temptation that's next to me he says"I must run to the One that's there for me" to the arms of my Father who promised to care for me swallow my pride, I need Him so terribly and I'll dance in these streets despite how they'll stare at me

One evening, a fisherman and his some of his friends decided they were going to go and catch some fish.   So they climbed into their boat and sailed away from the shore and found a place where they were confident to find schools of fish, waiting to be caught.   Casting their net until the water, the experienced fishermen waited for the catch of the night.   It never came.   But fishermen are patient, so they waited longer.   Still no fish. Not even a tug from the net.   Unwilling to be undone or discouraged, they waited all night long.   Much to their dismay, they caught absolutely nothing.   There was nothing to show for their patience, experience and perseverance as seasoned fishermen.   They were a sad illustration of irony: Fishermen without a fish.   No story of the “one that got away”, because they all got away!   Then early the next morning, while sailing back home, they noticed a silhouette of a man standing on ...

Today's tower of Babel is the self-glorification of individuals who market themselves to be superstars, kings and gods based on talent that they've borrowed from God. In reality, they are blind thieves that attempt to rob God in broad daylight and have the nerve to call it "swag" or "game". Meanwhile, we the consumer, the customer, the junkie have been duped into believing that we actually know these people. We don't. We write the checks though, we buy their products, we advance the gospel of "ME" and like mindless clones we never question the possibility that they just might be merely human. Fight the power.

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Mission Statement: I am a man. I was created in the image of God. Because He gave His life to me, I in return, will give my life to Him as a living sacrifice. I am Hi workmanship, His tool to be used by Him for His glory. I am called to be conformed to the image of Jesus Christ. I will reject passivity, accept responsibility, lead courageously and expect the greater reward, God’s reward to the glory of God the Father. My Life Scripture: Romans 12:1-2 A Look Back A lot has happened since my last manhood plan. I was 31. Now I’m 43. My family has grown from 3 to 4. I lost my father back in 2005, my grandfather last year (2011) and my aunt earlier this year (2012). I’ve dealt with a lot of lost, but I have seen God move in the hearts of my family. My wife is amazing. She homeschools my three younger kids Felecia (8) Edward III (10) and Bianca (12). My son Brian (16) is entering a new challenging and exciting phase in hi...