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"THOUGH THE FIG TREE SHOULD NOT BLOSSOM, NOR FRUIT BE ON THE VINES, THE PRODUCE OF THE OLIVE FAIL AND THE FIELDS YIELD NO FOOD, THE FLOCK BE CUT OFF FROM THE FOLD AND THERE BE NO HERD IN THE STALLS, YET I WILL REJOICE IN THE LORD; I WILL TAKE JOY IN THE GOD OF MY SALVATION. GOD, THE LORD, IS MY STRENGTH; HE MAKES MY FEET LIKE THE DEER'S; HE MAKES ME TREAD ON MY HIGH PLACES." HABAKKUK 3:17-19
I work on a blue boat in the Northern Pacific. They call me ‘Chimi’, ‘Changa’, or for short, ‘Chimichanga’. My heart sings a thousand songs proclaiming the glories of Calvary. I love to worship Yah from the heart, as the moon’s reflection splatters effortlessly across the ocean, reaching for my feet. There was a day when you could catch me sputtering phrases like ‘when they see me rollin’ they hate it’, ‘—c- the police’, or ‘what do you have on tap’? Seasons change and so have I. More commonly sweet water flows from the fountain of my mouth than bitter anymore. I am privileged to be a man who says things like ‘Lord bless your day!’, ‘of course I will pray for you’ and ‘I love you’. Before Jesus found me I was a child of Apollyon. He loved me as I was. Now, I’m a son of Heaven. He loves me as I am. Yah is the strength of my heart and I need every ounce of grace if I am to be His messenger. With His empowerment I want the life I live to send a call echoing loud and long through the cavern of post-modern western deception. If I had to choose between a job promotion and not being so indiscreet about my faith, without a second thought I’d choose Yah. Then after having time to think about my hasty choice, I would choose Yah again, and as adamant. If I were a married man threatened that my beautiful wife and daughter were to be thrown to the lions if I didn’t deny my Maker- with aching bones and a bleeding soul, I would choose Yah. If I were to be perceived as filth and scorned by my most beloved friends and given over to the most fierce form of rejection imaginable, still I would grip firmly the sword of truth as I am beheaded by their cruel gestures or the lifeless look in their eye. In this life, as a Christian, I will suffer. But, in stark, in your face contrast, I possess the deepest mightiest joy which is only found in the swirling undercurrent of the knowledge of the infinite Holy God which rages below the surface of my mortal flesh. Who am i? According to Yah’s Word, the Bible--- written by God through man--- I am chosen, beloved of God, royalty, precious, kept and in Christ I am untouchable. Although, I am a wretched sinner, a hater of God by nature, a deceitful, wicked, worm, spiritually depraved and helpless without Him, God transformed me. Why? Firstly, because it’s His nature to show mercy and ultimately that He might be glorified. The story line, the plot, the twist, the conflict, and the resolution are all about Him -all Him. Not me. Not you. Everybody wants to help themselves and seem altogether blinded to the higher way of placing Christ at the center. In three hours Christ suffered more than any sinner ever will in Hell. Thus, He’s earned my respect, love, and devotion. He’s worthy and what He says should go. He’s commanded me to do all things joyfully. Whatever life brings ‘round to my block, may I find grace to rejoice in it. I love my people and do my best to return favors, encourage them, invest in them, and just keep up as much as I can. I think that’s important. It must be because I know too many people who wind up regretting not being that way. Personally, I think I’m a jerk sometimes. I have friends who are much better examples of love than me. They bless me. I want to bless them. May the Lord help me unlearn how to be so into my own stuff so that I can be less of a jerk. I like words too. The English language is fun, intelligent, and stimulating. You can flip words, kick words, and even send them into orbit. Words have the power of life and death which is why they must be handled with care. Some of my favorites are ‘cantankerous’, ‘conniption’, ‘cogent’, and ‘criminy’! Aren’t words great! Sometimes I bring a nutty inane flavor and if Superman and I ever got into it, I’m pretty sure I’d win. Why? Mostly because of my attitude. But also I got moves and a big bag o’ tricks. My altar ego is a Jewish Jamaican Christian rapper from Brooklyn who lives in the Caribbean Islands as a sacrificial missionary. My name is MC Mashoogina and my sidekick is O.G. Willickers. We’re celebrities worldwide but especially favored by the islanders. Of course we are filthy rich, but give most our profit to the needy while still keeping enough for a T.V. which takes up the entire living room. This is so we can watch false teachers deceive naïve people nationwide and make fun of Joel Osteen’s non-gospel inspirational flub. Good times! My hit song is called ‘love, joy, and peace suckas’ and everyone knows the words, believers and non-alike. Kasey Kasem is all over it. If you asked me---me, not my altar ego, if my cup was half empty or half full, I would have to say, ‘oh, it’s overflowing’. I try to think inside the Book and outside the box. It’s easy. Try it. Most people who are martial artists have to practice hard for years to master their skill. I was born with it though. So I had a black belt when I was like 5. If reincarnation was real, which it’s not, I would have been Billy the Kid in my past life. You know, the low down good ferr nuthin’ horse thievin’, pistol totin’, sharp shootin’, askin’ no questions type. Except I woulda never got shot. I woulda just got my act right eventually and ended up startin’ a church right therrrr in lil Mexico. In shaping the person I am to be more like Christ, I firmly believe it’s important to have role models. Never place a man on a pedestal but be sure to dig for the diamonds on the inside. You can learn from anyone. I admire Mother Theresa and Amy Carmichael for their sacrifice among scores of other missional Christians, John Piper for his exegetical skills, I admire my spiritual mother Penny for her sincere love for people and lovin’ me when it seemed like the rest of the world didn’t want anything to do with me, I admire anyone who shows strength and perseverance, I admire Malcolm X for copying the entire dictionary word for word and for not selling out when he found out his leaders were corrupt (wish he'd served the true Lord as hard core as he did Muhammed), I admire Athanasius for devoting his life to the defense of Christ's deity whatever the cost, I admire persecuted Christians and the Moravians and every true martyr for their courage and bravery, I admire all who read their Bible daily and strive to live by it, and I admire the Puritans because everyone should. I am just a frail human who needs love like everyone else. If you’ve forgotten, admit that you need love----how quickly we can forget the simple important things. I just wanted to remind you. Well, that’s a dab about me, I would think it better to speak of my Savior---more of Him is located under the ‘who I’d like to meet’ heading. If you’re my homie I’ve probably let you know it and if I don’t see you now and then or before the end find me on the playing field after Armageddon. Hope to see you on the winning team. May Yah be the glory within you and all your family, a shield round about you and your children, and the lifter of your head on those discouraging days. Pray for your friends and if you live in California i think umbrellas are great and you should buy one anyway. Should you have any happy thoughts, feel free to use them now. See ya!! :) *smiles
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