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Name: Jeremy (or jeremizzle)
Birthday: 10/13/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: Learning my way around the piano.
Learning how to succeed in this world.
Learning about One bigger than my brain.
Expertise: Prayer warrior/programmer
Occupation: Student
Industry: Computers (Software)
Message: message me
AIM:  vashz38
Member Since:
3/30/2003
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| Abandon is not insanityWhatever happened to passionately pursuing what your heart truly craves?
For me, off the top of my head, I know that I crave adventure, intimacy, and meaning.
I should have joined the military. My father thinks I couldn't hack it. He thinks that just because he walked away from this "faith nonsense" that I should naturally do so, too. Like father like son.
God is not just a Sunday.
God is not an adult Santa Claus.
God is not stupid or barbaric to believe in.
God is. And always will be.
I will not.
I am dust, animated.
I will seek He who can fill me,
by forgetting myself for Him.
"If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and
follow me. For whoever wants to save
his life will
lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it. What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole
world, yet forfeits his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul?"
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| Friendship:The milder, less voiced love.
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| PraiseGenuine worship and genuine praise generate genuine interest in the God we are to generously serve.
This hits me... strangely! I read in Scriptures the other day about fire consuming two of Aaron's sons in Leviticus. The study note said that it was a reminder that we exist for God, not vice versa.
God isn't just a human institution, or a plastic Sunday hang-out.
There's so much more to Him than there is earthly definable.
And I love how he only shows us the way, one step at a time.
One step after another (even if they are uncomfortable).
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| Personal noteI was reading this feminist essay (a 50 page one, broken into 6 parts) the other morning, and after falling asleep for the umpteenth time, I got up to get some blood flowing. I found myself standing at the window, watching people scurry about outside in the rain; its actually quite hilarious seeing what they do. Anyway, I was just thinking about if someone would've walked in and saw me chortling at those outside. My self-consciousness said "hello!" and I wrote the following:
Why is it that we deem it necessary to defend action? As if we've entered into an agreement with the rest of humankind, to not "embarass it too much." Why is it that those who do not defend such actions are viewed as 'rude'? Its like we're always seeking a constantly negative response from imperfect beings as we find the need to ask permission to live! Ridiculous!
Has society been trying to tell us that we have to please everyone, and if you do not, you'll not "make it?" The way I see it, when you do anything, you're bound to step on somebody's foot. The passive mock and ridicule the active, out of whatever emotion they are moved by at the time; jealousy, hopelessness, fear.
So I'm going to do my usual routine of unusual things (behavior included), and those who give me odd looks and reject it can eat melon rinds! I don't need to apologize or explain anything that makes another uncomfortable or uneasy. Why? Because such action, such proactivity, is what life contains, and its what can mean the difference between nice and good; more personally, between becoming a male and becoming a man.
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