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.. You scored as Martin Luther. The daddy of the Reformation. You are opposed to any Catholic ideas of works-salvation and see the scriptures as being primarily authoritative.

Martin Luther


73%

Anselm


73%

John Calvin


60%

Karl Barth


60%

Charles Finney


60%

Friedrich Schleiermacher


33%

Jürgen Moltmann


33%

Augustine


33%

Jonathan Edwards


27%

Paul Tillich


0%
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Profile courtesy of MySpace LayoutsOk...so here's the deal. The fine folks at myspace have inconveniently tubed my old page so I'm starting all over again. I began life as a very small person. I'm the son of Roy and Barb. Some of my favorite memories as a young child is going to A&W Rootbeer in the middle of the hot summer night because it was too hot and humid to sleep. Dad would roll all the windows down in the 54 Mercury and the hot, moist wind would blow through the car and we'd laugh and sing songs at the top of our lungs. Back in the day dad was a pitcher on a softball team and many summer nights were spent under the lights watching dad play. Dad always considered himself a bit of a musician though in actuality he was a long way off the turn-pike. He would sing songs to us kids with titles like "Dumber Than Me", "Brick Bats Are Falling On My Head" and the always entertaining "I'll Be Loving You Sideways." He was eccentric and fun and never dull to be with. Mom had all these quotes that would spring up at stressful times. Much of the stress, usually caused by my siblings and I, would surface and the quotes would fly. These quotables were usually accompanied with great amounts of vocal volume. I remember hearing "demon possessed brat" alot and "it seems you don't have the sense god gave a goose." These quotes were usually followed up by the sound of my laughter and the rustling of my clothes as I rolled around on the floor. Mom came by using these quotes naturally. My Grandfather, her dad, had some awesome quotes as well. He was always going to "rammy-kack" me whenever I messed up and pissed him off. He also used the term "odds-bodkins" a lot...never knew the meaning of that one. Grandpa Jay was a wild man who briefly played the sax. Mom was a musician and dad was a poet and cartoonist and all of my creativity comes directly from my parents and I'm extremely grateful. I'm a musican, artist, poet and never at a loss for words. I've spent the majority of my life making music for a living, enjoyed a short stint as a traveling musician in the Christian rock band Heirborn back in the late 70's & early 80's and later as a worship & arts pastor at various churches on the west coast. The pastoral experience wasn't totally awesome and without pitfalls. I've found that I don't fit well in the corporate church world. I still find time to write a good share of music, I write songs to God, I write love songs and songs of social commentary and I enjoy writing about the world and it's people the way I see it. Basically, I just want to stay prolific. For a real job I'm spending my days selling new homes for Copper Basin Construction Inc. to make ends meet but I'm always on the look out for a new gig. I was playing at Tony's On The Lake in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho, but that gig ended. Georgi and I have recently moved to downtown Spokane, WA. and I'm looking for places to play downtown Spokane. If and when I score a new place to play I'll let you know then you can...come see me! Music and the arts have always been a huge part of my life and always will be until my wife pries my Taylor guitar out of my cold dead riga mortised hand. I'm enjoying a renaissance of life, doing church the way I think it should be done, playing the music I want to play without outside interference and enjoying life with all of it's ups and downs. I'm also enjoying walking the path with Georgi. Georgi is my wife, lover, mother of my children and best friend. She has been my greatest supporter and harshest critic and through it all her love and concern for me has been at the heart of the matter. Speaking of 'matter' there are a few things that matter to me at this point in life. Walking with my God in a natural and purposed manner is huge...it's everything. Knowing that I have four wonderful children who love each other and love others is huge. Loving people regardless of who they are or how they appear is huge. Dying well will be a joy.
You Are 4: The Individualist
You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself.
You are creative and dreamy... plus dramatic and unpredictable.
You're emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt.
Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel.
At Your Best: You are inspired, artistic, and introspective. You know what you're thinking, and you can communicate it well.
At Your Worst: You are melancholy, alienated, and withdrawn.
Your Fixation: Envy
Your Primary Fear: To have no identity
Your Primary Desire: To find yourself
Other Number 4's: Alanis Morisette, Johnny Depp, J.D. Salinger, Jim Morrison, and Anne Rice. What Number Are You?
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Acoustic Americana

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

A bunch of people...Jonathan Edwards, David Crosby, Sheryl Crow, Picasso, Apostle Paul, Salvador Dali, John Lennon, Aquila, Big Bank Hank, Moses, The guy who invented Dr. Pepper, Bob Dylan, T Bone Burnett, Joni Mitchell, The guy who puts the porkin' in the beans, Fidel Castro, John F. Kennedy, Martin Luther King Jr. Josephus, Winston Churchill, Arturo Fuente, Charles Wesley, Walt Disney, Ted Nugent, Buddy Holly, Cartman, David Letterman, Jack Nicholson, Madonna, Marilyn Manson, Marilyn Monrow, Keith Richards, Richard Burton, James Burton, Burton Cummings, Jesse James, James Kennedy, Mary Shelley, Shelley Winters, Jonathan Winters, Abby Hoffman, Jack Kerouak, Alan Ginsburg, Jackson Pollack, Monet, Vincent van Gogh, Che Guevara and Barney Rubble...what an actor!

My Blog

Shards Of Impassioned Memories

  The blinding of existent loveDraws and calls each lonely oneIt's dazzling, bright and linearAnd lifts a heart beyond the sun   It's love of old sporting battle scars It rages black and whi...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 01:08:00 GMT

The Hours

  The hours pass with none to blame Over and over and over again it's all a dream Her touch, so sweet, so close to the bone Captured, I'm captured and lost in this space You say I'm cold, too har...
Posted by on Sat, 17 May 2008 19:11:00 GMT

Seek A Savior

Seek a Savior, if you dare, it's God, Spirit, not mortal man You want to trust you want to believe don't let it slip between your fingers It's here for you, for free, for now, for always, loose a furr...
Posted by on Sun, 11 May 2008 03:35:00 GMT

Plow A Line Upon A Page

Plow the road, plow it good Plow it like you think you should Plow a streak of yellow wide Coward run, go run and hide Plow the sky with blues and reds Plow a field to clear your head Plow a rippling ...
Posted by on Sun, 11 May 2008 01:34:00 GMT

A Silent Slash Of Light Cuts Deep

  Why the incessant grumbling mob conforming, storming windy paths All may come and go to warn with no one close to guide their dreams A silent slash of light cuts deep it blinds the so...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 05:02:00 GMT

SNOWING IN APRIL...

Here we are midway through April and the snow is blowing out here on the prairie. Coeur d'Alene, Idaho is a beautiful spot to hang out but I'm done with the snow already! I'm done! Stick a fork in me!...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 13:32:00 GMT

Being a grandpa

First off, yeah, I'm a grandpa. On December 2nd at 11:55am my granddaughter exploded into my world. Gabrielle Jae, my beautiful grandchild,  Is already having an impact on the people in her ...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 19:27:00 GMT

4AM

Here I am sitting in my leather chair. It's 4Am and I can't sleep. I'm coughing my head off because of the Bronchitus that I've been battling for the last few days. I went to see a doctor at the Immed...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Dec 2006 04:05:00 GMT

Traffic School Poem

Doing What I do A Lot   This might be a waist of time Maybe it will suck sublime One guy shows intelligence Most sit silent mute and tense The funny guy is trying well Gives his all to ring the b...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 22:11:00 GMT

Social Commentary

Are You Ready (For The Gun)   There's a rider on the hill he has come to mame and kill Are you ready for the gun?  Are you ready for the gun?   You use to sing and laugh and play now yo...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 22:08:00 GMT