I’ve always loved taking pictures with lots of sky in them. Tonight’s sunset was nice and colorful.
Beautiful Colorado sunset.
Arise, O Sleeper.
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Why did you take this away? I wanted it.
Show me that there is no need to be afraid.
Can I move on now that it's gone?
It's about time I understood.
--Wavorly
I want all of this.
Somebody That I Used To Know
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Holy amazing, batman.
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Les Misérables (2012)
oh my dear Lord in heaven. my heart is breaking and I haven’t even WATCHED the trailer yet.
Oh my gosh. So fantastic.this is perfect.
A while back a former gang member came to our church. He was heavily tattooed and rough around the edges, but he was curious to see what church was like. He had a relationship with Jesus and seemed to get fairly involved with the church. After a few months, I found out the guy was no longer coming to the church. When asked why he didn’t come anymore, he gave the following explanation: “I had the wrong idea of what church was going to be like. When I joined the church, I thought it was going to be like joining a gang. You see, in the gangs we weren’t just nice to each other once a week—we were family.” That killed me because I knew that what he expected is what the church is intended to be. It saddened me to think that a gang could paint a better picture of commitment, loyalty, and family than the local church body. The church is intended to be a beautiful place of community. A place where wealth is shared and when one suffers, everyone suffers. A place where when one rejoices, everyone rejoices. A place where everyone experiences real love and acceptance in the midst of great honesty about our brokenness. Yet most of the time this is not even close to how we would describe our churches.
you’re beautiful.
you. reading this.
don’t smile and shake your head and think in your head “that’s everyone else reading this.”
i do that all the time. don’t do it.
because you are. you really are.
and you’re loved by the creator.
and if that doesn’t make you feel something, nothing will.
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Let’s do this.
Dude. I’ve been playing this for years.
Restoration: I’m just blown away at the mercy of Christ. The way He holds my... ›
I’m just blown away at the mercy of Christ. The way He holds my fragile, cracked heart sadly but knowingly, the way He looks in my eyes and says, “I tried to tell you, but it’s in the past now. Let’s fix this together.” The way He patiently waits wherever I’ve left Him when I wander away, chasing…
Guys. Seriously. Divisions and denominations in the Church are killing her testimony. We need to cut the crap and love each other and come to a unity in the faith.
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I don’t care what your views are on war. I couldn’t care less what political party you belong to. I don’t care about your religious or non-religious conviction. It doesn’t matter what you think about America or its policies.
Say thank you. Because men and women you don’t even know—and maybe some that you do—sacrificed the world they knew, their lifestyle, their time with loved ones, and their comfort and were willing to fight for a cause. Maybe some of them didn’t even believe in any of it, didn’t like it, didn’t want to experience it. Maybe some of them were proud and honored. Maybe some of them were fiercely pledged to some cause or sense of duty. But no matter what they believed or didn’t believe in, they sacrificed. Some of them came home. Some of them survived but only in part. Some of them didn’t make it home at all. But they still went, knowing what could happen, and that alone deserves our appreciation.
Thanking the armed forces is not a matter of political debate or conviction. Thanking them is a matter of human kindness, humility, and civility. You may not agree with war. You may hate it. But in the end, who really likes it? That’s why what you think about war is moot when it comes to appreciating and giving what is due to another human being who calls this country home, just as you do.
