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read my profile sign my guestbook  Name: Chad(gangsta on right) Country: United States State: North Carolina Metro: Raleigh Birthday: 11/23/1988 Gender: Male Interests: Serving Him, Apologetics, Playing Guitar, Singing, CRF, Millbrook performing arts, allkindsa music Expertise: i dunno? Occupation: Other Industry: Other Message: message me Website: visit my website AIM:  xXB0rnAgain04Xx
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Fine. I'll do it I decided a little free-association writing is in order. Well, something like that at least. Why run if you won't run fast? Why love if you won't with all your heart? Why live if you're afraid to live hard? Why accept Christ and not the life He offers? Fear is easily instilled in every heart, young and old. Denial of this fear masks it but does not remove it. That fear of going a step further than one has to is the fear I speak of. A trace of the unknown spurs a universe of fear. You can run from the fear. Or you can embrace it like that of a roller coaster. Living life on the edge has a greater risk. And yet greater rewards. Step out on a limb. You could fall, but chances are you'll get higher than would be possible if you stayed where you were.
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The Start of a New EraSo I decided to start using this thing again. No longer for blogging, at least most of the time. I'm going to start freewriting on here, get the creative juices flowing. through Mrs. Allen's class I've learned that freewriting can develop some undeveloped thoughts and give you clarity on what you think about things. so yea. I don't care if you read, if you comment, whatever. Do it if you feel like it. This is mostly for me He woke up to the sound of a rainstick being played on the deck just outside and below his room. Oh wait. That's the rain. His eyelids were glued together with the sleep that accumulated that night. Even without his sight he could tell that the rain would surely soak his entire body on the way to class at Milford High School in Railing, North Dakota [I know ya'll like that]. He prayed desperately to his God that he relied so much on to get him through another day with four hours of sleep. His heart told him that his prayers would be answered, but his mind kept whispering discouragements into his ears. He finally urged himself into the shower, and willed his fingers to finally turn the knob off when he was done. After dressing he peered out the house windows just to find that his earlier predictions were correct-he had indeed awakened in taiwan during monsoon season. Running out the door, he tried to keep his brown paper bag dry. No good could possibly come from a day that started so drearily. He rolled over mountains of fast-food garbage-the legacy of his proud graduating class of 2007- upon pulling into his parking spot at school. Resigned to the fact that he will be soaked no matter the circumstances, he leaves the umbrella in his car. His gaggle of friends had deserted him-some were mad at him for one reason or another, and some just had enough sense not to wait for him in the rain, but it didn't matter to him. He had to make the six-mile trek to his first period class alone. It didn't bother him much, though. He had many friends, close friends even, but it always came down to a walk with him and God, occaisionally including a few people scattered along the way. After having dabbled in shallow theological thoughts on the way to class and getting lost in them, his right foot landed on the ground a solid four inches lower than where he had expected. The wet sensation spread throughout his foot and ankle immediately, and the cold followed a split second later. He restrained himself from uttering a word that he had not since the aforementioned walk with God began and exclaimed how great the day would be. And then he looked up. The rain slowed and stopped immediately around him, and his pant leg was dry again. His horrible morning was erased by a smile shining twenty yards away. He had nearly forgotten he would see her that morning. But by the time he saw her, he forgot everything else.
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As many of you know, I finally broke down and got a myspace. Everyone was leaving xanga at such an alarming pace, that there were very few blogs left to read and comment on. I will be keeping this here thing, for important blog entries and for commenting, but myspace will be my main thingy. keep an eye out for occaisional posts here though. His,
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So my proclamations that God will show up at Millbrook this year: 100% true. God is truly rallying the troops, and there's no telling how much time there really is left. G-Bo's departure has had quite an unexpected side effect within my Crossroads' youth. In our time of turmoil at church, those of us that are truly devoted to Him have grown closer and closer together, taking our spirtual lives more and more into our own hands. Just yesterday, after the early-release day, about 7 of us prayer walked Millbrook for about an hour. This was started by our own initiative. A-Wal and I played some worship by the flagpole today. I fasted. once again-not a youth-group sponsored event. I feel God's presence all day because I pray all day long. Something people don't understand about Millbrook is its underground Christian cult. When we see other Christians, our "hey" means so much more than just "hello". it means, "Hello brother/sister, you're not alone and I'm praying for you." The uprising has begun, and Christ will rise from the undercover status we've put Him in and be in your face, doing in front of your eyes. If you're too afraid to beleive, we're praying for you. Oddly felt led to give the basic salvation message on this post. I don't expect to bring anyone to Christ through this. Maybe just plant some seeds. Humans are sinful by nature-none of us deserves heaven. The sinless Christ shed his blood solely to wash away YOUR sins. It's an open-ended offer-all you have to do is tell Him you want to accept it. presto-chango-you're sinless in God's eyes. realizing His time is upon us,
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Hmmmmmm. Feeling sort of melancholy and bored. And dissappointed with my xanga. I never update and when i do, it's the dumb "this is what happened since last post" entry. I want to be the old xangan i once was. Ill start now. The revival at Millbrook has begun. Most people don't see it, but I do. I've seen it happening since before school started. Jesus is going to blow the walls off the school (as though the construction workers need help). Adam and I are going to take a day sometime this week or next to fast, worship, and pray during second lunch. We'll be out by the flagpole for those who wish to come and praise God. It will be righteous. more when i'm feeling better. I love you all. His, PS-I heard that the interim pastor for the next 3 weeks is pretty hard-nosed. i hope he lives up to the stories.
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