eternal in the finite

So many bright moons have passed since my last moment here... I have a bright place to soak in the daytime. The light is always present.

oh yeah, black and white two very distinct colors..not at all the colors of organic beings known as homo-sapiens, and yet the label clings. At any rate, reality dictates that one is the absence of all color, while the other is all color combined. From eternity, the all shown out of the absence with just a Word.

Small humans less of age fit nicely into wagons being pulled by larger humans more of age. Smiles are found at the happy expense of the larger human. But perhaps the larger human could modify the wagon into something more personalized.. maybe lower the ride height for the simple pleasure of changing the status quo. Humans are like wagons and they need to be modified from the world status quo into something that can promote smiles.

Its been not quite an eternity, but long enough for many beautiful and temporal creations to blossom. Confederate Motorcycles have been pushing the limits of motorcycledom for sometime now, but until now they didn't completely break the bounds. The P-120 Fighter is a ground up venture carved from aluminum by way of cnc machine. Completely CAD designed with intentions other than comfort or familiarity in mind. Much aircraft inspired work went into this design and the frame and engine are actually bolted to get for a structural union of the 160 HP! This simplicity sadly comes at a very high cost, but then anything outta of the main stream seems to cost more, but once obtained definitely satisfies more. Mainstream religion is similar to the mass production of anything, it gets cheaper the more that are made until its so familiar nothing else would be accepted.. hence unless your belief costs you something more that a saturday or sunday morning then it probably doesn't a...

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.

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 spe...

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.

It's Your Ride from Cinecycle on Vimeo . can't wait for summer!

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.

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 th...

let's live this WAY...

I see the horrific display of evil in this photo of a Kurdish woman and her infant after the Dictator Saddam Hussein deployed chemical warfare agents in 1988. Over 30,000 Kurds lost their lives to chemical weapons attacks by Saddam during the 1980's. However, when I saw this photo, my heart began to hurt. To think how these human lives were ended due to lust for power and pure hatred. I look upon the face of this child and think of the millions and millions of babies that our country disposes of each year...an atrocity equal to the moment in time caught in this image.

Last Sunday our local pro-life crisis pregnancy center held a pro life rally here in Nanuet, NY. So before our family headed off to worship, we stopped to show our support for those that cannot defend themselves. Its demoralizing to think that since 1973 over 45 million people are not with us here in the US that should be. 45,000,000 babies have been SACRIFICED on the ALTER of self and the convenience thereof. Our country has about 310 million people now, so to make a comparison that's about 1/6th of our population in dumpsters or even worse in laboratories. My convictions on this issue are probably the strongest in my beliefs. Some may ask, how could I bring my child to a rally and ask them to hold a sign such as the one my son Malakai is holding. Its simple, I asked him if someone were going to kill him when he was a baby would he want someone to try and stop them...he says, yes.

pretty amazing if you ask me.

poor mickey...to be associated with such a punk! I hear chubbys people are very angry about this reuters photo, which is a total luck shot! I talk with a lot of my south american friends and they feel the same way about chubby and his regime.. they're crazy and trying to ruin all the countries around venezuela.

how can we take for granted the most important necessity for living... how many times have we stopped to concentrate on our breath and then thanked our creator for giving that breath..

yeah, man I remember skating to be like Hosoi... Had the deck, the t-shirt, the stickers.. tried to replicate his tricks on miniramps and all that!! His story is inspiring and reminds me of when I was able to sort out my life and come to terms with the Messiah and decide to let HIM live in me so that I could start living right!

Days past reminds me of time well spend learning the art of Arnis passed down through generations to the Acosta brothers of whom I had the privilege of studying under. Here we celebrated Luke's wedding and no one was twisted into a pretzel.

At a sweet sixteen... you kinda remember what it was like to be sixteen. To now be more than double that number is so thought provoking that my synaptic bursts hurt the cerebral cortex. Would I want to go back...no way...to want to go back is to want to be foolish again, and since I've overcome the silly foolishness, I don't want to go back...however, now I have the serious foolishness to overcome, and when I'm over the hill, I'll be satisfied to be there as well! and my wife looks so lovely!

hana sushi...my boy likes him some cali rolls... wife and i like veggie rolls with spicy mayo... little canaan likes the chopstick paper dragon and warthog pikachu!