Last Memo From The Editor's Desk: End Of These Days

"Think about the good times and never look back" -long forgotten Radiohead song

Remember the days when we used to remain loyal to these things? Alas, an Era Has Passed. Time Flies and now I find that I either lack the time or the motivation to continue my posts from this desk. It has been nothing short of a pleasure and as silly as it sounds, the Memos from all the Desks have helped get me through some tough times. I wish ye all well. Enjoy your days and live life the way it was meant to be lived. Goodnight.

Memo From The Editor's Desk: Down Home Westeria

The Westeria is a small town back-woods bar in the heart of old Pensacola. Nestled beneath the shade of the 12th Avenue oak tree canopy, it attracts a variety of sorts. At heart, it is a haven for the Pensacola loyal; here one settles comfortably in the hand fate seems to have dealt, and soon enough blends in. What is it about this town and its strange appeal, for some of the most one-time promising minds find themselves here on a Tuesday night; no hopes, no dreams, just tonight.

Strange. A wise man once told me "It's harder to hit a moving target, keep moving." Thanks Bob.

Memo From the Missions Desk: My Sin, My Forgiveness Unexplainable

"A spirit of prostitution leads them astray, they are unfaithful to their God. They sacrfice on the mountaintops and burn offerings on the hills , under oak, poplar and terenbinth where the shade is pleasant. Therefore your daughters turn to prostitution and your daughters in law turn to adultery" Hosea 4:12-13

The battle is not over and to Hell with lust. I hate to even honor it with a word. It has sought to destroy my life since my first hour in every way shape and form. It is not guiltless. It is not in the dark. I am a fool for God sees all things. This practice will, I repeat will turn any potential fruit I have into evil filth and destroy my life. To Hell with that. To Hell with Sin. To Hell with Satan. I bless the hour when the beast is no more. To Hell with mind games. To Hell with excuses. To Hell to arrogance. To Hell with this damned cycle of sin. Lord, wash me of this sin that I've had under control for almost a year and have now willingly sought out and returned to like a dog to its vomit. I have been lazy and let small temptations go by unchecked. I have not sought out accountibility. I cannot serve two masters and there is no room for this filth in Your kingdom. I've seen what happens when I try to put my trust in me. And Lord, You're right. It's time to define this relationship. Have Mercy on me, a sinner.

-A Servant

Memo From The Missions Desk: Christ, the Focus.

The Book, the Text, the Testamant, the Life, the Ministry,the Word, the Man, the Fullfilment, the Death, the Resurection, the Passion, the Message. That, that has made all the Difference. It gives me everything I need and cannot fathom.

Hope and Life. Faith that grows. He gives me this. It has made all the difference in my life. An anchor in the storm.