time past not forgotten

Many Americans slept while the young adults of Iran fought to take back part of their government this past summer. They wore green and came out in droves to support a man with a questionable past but a centered today and a hopeful tomorrow, Mousavi.

This photo doesn't represent my idea of the radical islamist persians I once believed to be gathered heavy beards and brooding with contemplations of a sucidal bliss road to heaven... No I don't see a burka covering every square inch of female skin nor do I see jihadist seeking bloody revenge.

I see a banana republic style dressed female standing up to the forced election of a dictator like executive ruler known as Ahmadinejad. Yes there were young ladies and young men who were martyred for their search for a freer society as many are whenever a desire for freedom is pursued.

I hope for the desires of their hearts to become reality.

time is not static

As unsettling as it can be to look at the truth that time does not offer friendship to finite beings, it is important to acknowledge this truth. We often live as if this moment to moment existence does not end in change as we age with time. Static images that began in the 19th century have led us to our current state of being, with gigabytes of stored static moments that easily reveal the passage of time.

How many times have we looked at "old" photos and thought about the passage of time? More than once I'm sure. I think that this presented an interesting paradigm in our existence, since now more than ever we are reminded of our mortality even as we stand in the grocery line glancing at the tabloids and their unwilling subjects, which causes the thought of the aging famous person. Then we think, "Hey were progressing into tomorrow at the same rate of time."

Most religions look to answer the questions regarding to the "otherside" or heaven so to speak. However, I pose the question: What if Heaven is coming to us? What if our ultimate goal is not to go somewhere better forever, but that this place we call earth will unite with something perfect that will infect and affect this dirt and water into becoming the same?

And just like those images, those that chose humility under the Creator, and turned to him, so that the Creator God would be ABLE to heal them, our lives would become like those beautiful static images that we so cherish.. We will be living what we cherish and time will no longer be the foe?

What is Truth? especially when we break it to another.

My small group bible study is in the process of going through a learning experience called the 40 days of Love. 40 days are to resemble what the Messiah went through when He began his ministry with a 40 day fast in the wilderness, not only to face the hardships of the body, but of the spirit. He was tempted by the accuser himself, and Messiah walked away victorious.

So upon this idea of 40 days facing a journey to overcome something in our lives, we've embarked on a spiritual journey to understand and carry out Love and the Creator prescribes.

So as a presentation to our fellowship of believers, I with my wife put together a script and idea of filming a short idea of what we're learning.

summer's time is fixed..

It's Your Ride from Cinecycle on Vimeo.

can't wait for summer!

A cross.

On a small hill called the skull, 2000+ years ago, a man was raised, nailed to a cruel Roman cross. His body was beaten and torn, bleeding He was nailed through his hands and his feet, and to breath He, in anguish had to push His torn flesh upward against the splintered wood just to receive a breath, which would only prolong His anguish. He was innocent of any crime, yet He was punished to Death. However, He chose to die this way. His reason was mixed with obedience and love. Love for a world that refused to receive it. This would not stop Him, He knew what must be done to save the very souls of those who would not want saving.

Today, we look back with knowledge of all that transpired. With the viewpoint of history we can know why this was done and how it could help us, if we would receive it.

Yeshua of Nazareth is His name. Our shame can be taken from us and put upon the cross which He so lovingly died upon.

my pain was minimal in comparison...

The pain of giving blood was particularly elevated in this particular instance. The tourniquet was left on very tightly and the needle was inserted at an improper angle pulling at the vein and I hate needles. Nevertheless, I overcame and did what I could, with my blood hopefully helping or perhaps saving someone. Its interesting how our blood from our veins could impact the life of another human being... no matter the color, religion, age or personality of the person...only their blood type would matter.

I look at this example in our lives as such a personal way to give to another, and then I think of a Savior that did the same on a basis that transcended time and space. Many people look to Jesus as either a: Savior, good teacher, prophet, sage, inciter, liar or a lunatic. However, if we approach this man openly, willing to read and explore who He is, he speaks from centuries past. His voice is loud if not louder than any time in history, yet so many choose ignorance. Perhaps there are people in this world that would refuse the blood of a Jewish person, or perhaps a Hindu, Islamist or maybe a Black person.. for whatever reason, call it prejudice, hatred, or religion... to deny something that could save your life..

Its been said Jesus or by his Hebrew name, Yeshua, has paid it all... with his blood, and it holds no boundaries. His blood rights all wrongs and washes the soul to be without blemish, perfect. Yeshua speaks of Himself as the Lamb of God, whose sacrificed blood would, if we allow it, take away the imperfections or sins of the world...but He left that choice up to us... His word were if you believe in me and in what I've done to free you... you will be free...

The Way...

let's live this WAY...