Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Art Of Being Made A Fool

It was time for another beer run one night, and there was no money. There was a group of about 7 of us, and we all sat around for a few minutes trying to come up with an idea to get beer. Not wasting any time, I decided that I was going to steal the beer, and I needed a driver. One of the girls decided she would drive my car, and I told everyone we would be back in a few minutes. I had never done anything like this before, and I wanted to feel the rush. That is what I told my friends. After we drove around nervously for several minutes, I finally selected the BP on the corner of Clark and Memorial. I prepared myself for what I was about to do, and I got out of the car.

As I went inside the store, I kept an even pace, and I went to grab the beer from the cooler. I was 19 at the time, so I wasn't even old enough to buy it in the first place. Grabbing a carton of cigarettes on the way to the front counter, I made eye contact with the cashier, and then took off running toward the side door at the last second. There I was, on the run with a case of beer and a carton of cigarettes. I quickly got in the car, and my friend hesitated, looking at me with wide eyes as she said "You didn't see the cop?!" I was so oblivious to my surroundings that I didn't see that an officer was walking in one side of the store as I ran out the other door.

Go! Go! Go! I was screaming for her to go, and we were both scared out of our minds. Sure enough, the officer had ran out to his car in pursuit, and we were pulled over less than a half-mile down the road. The hope I felt inside was quickly taken away, and I didn't know what to do. They slapped the cuffs on me, and they took me off to jail. I was so blind that I had run out of a gas station with stolen merchandise as a cop was walking in the other side. You know how I felt? I felt like a fool. I had let Satan blind me so badly that I didn't even realize how much my back was to God. How could I have let this happen?

As Christians, we go through life thinking about how we can live for God, as we make the right choices and help others receive the gift of salvation. Viewing God as a safety net and feeding our own egos, we feel that spotting trouble is easy. If we choose to participate in sinful activities occasionally, that's fine because our foundation in God will rectify our situation. After all, we are entitled to the free gift once we receive it right? This is where we lose ourselves, and Satan's cunning ways take over. We are never entitled to anything that God gives us. This ego trip, courtesy of Satan, is one of the steps he takes to catch us off guard. God gives us everything we have, and we deserve absolutely nothing. Without him, we are absolutely nothing. It is so evident how a personal daily relationship with Jesus and his Word is needed in order to survive.

We wonder how bad things happen to us and those we love. We have created this disaster, from the first sin to the current situation of this world. We consistently revert back to our own egos, thinking we can determine on our own how to live. This is how Satan deceives us, and then he is able to continue deceiving us without us even knowing. The battle that is taking place is something that we will fully comprehend only after death. Everything we view evil in this world is still seen through a filter of hope. We put limitations on evil based on our own narrow-minded thinking, but true evil is pure evil, and it is relentlessly attempting to confuse and blind everyone. If we go into the battle unprepared, we lose the battle.
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Monday, April 2, 2012

When Things Don't Make Sense Without God

I'll never forget looking up from the ground at two much larger and older guys standing over me as I wondered what they were going to do next. My friend and I were at a gas station in Tennessee, and I had been inside calling the police on the two guys just moments earlier. After having been slapped, provoked, and scissor kicked to the ground, I found myself standing back up on my feet, and my best friend had just hit each of the guys once over the head with a tire iron. Bleeding, both of them were still standing, and everyone was in shock. Panicking, my friend and I fled the scene as the police arrived simultaneously. I had been assaulted first, and then again, and I had followed up by calling the police. Everything had been in our favor up to that point. However, thanks to the severity of the weapon used, us fleeing the scene, and a warrant out for my arrest for a bad check, the police didn't listen to us very much. The other side was just much more believable.

After my friend spent 30 days in jail, he had already been found guilty, and the appeals process began. After two appeals, his conviction was overturned, and the case was suddenly closed with a happy ending. The two guys my friend had struck with the tire iron needed stitches, and evidently there were other further injuries claimed by one of them. Judge Judy field researchers caught wind of the case, and they offered to fly us all out to LA to make it a show. It was quite an adventure, and of course my friend was cleared in self defense again, not owing any damages. We went everywhere in LA, and we even crashed a hotel wedding party featuring several celebrities. The result of everything seems rather strange, but the whole ordeal was extremely serious. It is a time that taught me many difficult lessons.

The actual events happened in 2000, and the trip to California was in 2001. What really agitates me is how certain I was at the time of the attack that my best friend was justified in hitting them over the head with a tire iron. The courts proved it, and he had done it to help me when I was down on the ground in a fight. It was a very controversial case with two appeals, and that is why the show even picked it up. It's something I'll never forget, thinking of my friend protecting me by hitting those two guys over the head with a tire iron. Was it justified? I'm not so sure anymore, but my friend protected me; I do know that.

Three DUI's later, he was less concerned about whether or not the assault had made it on his record. If you're really wondering what my take is on the situation, well, he is my friend. I stuck by his side through everything, and I left the judgment for the true judge. What I think is that we all make plenty of mistakes, both on purpose and also when trying to do the right thing for God, other people, and ourselves. I know what God wanted me to learn from the incident, and I let go, giving it over to the one who knows all. "Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you." 1 Peter 5:7.

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Sunday, April 1, 2012

My First Confession: I Am Guilty Of Everything

First of all, I think I have committed every sin known to God counting both actions and desires of the heart. Haven't you? Secondly, I'm bisexual, and self-righteous people don't get along with me. If you haven't hit back on your browser, you should keep reading. I grew up a Southern Baptist in a small town in Kentucky. I'll have to admit that more than once, I came home from a sermon convinced I was no longer saved from eternal damnation. As a child, this played with my head, yet I have to say it also kept me close to Jesus as well. I proclaimed at 7 years old that I was going to become a preacher when I grew up, even giving the occasional sermon.

As time progressed and I got older, I was a rather rebellious person. I mean who can say they've dropped a triple stack of Ecstasy, smoked a blunt laced with cocaine, and finished off almost a whole fifth of Jim Beam in one night? Or how about the time I took some bad acid and thought I was dead and walking by clouds. While most everyone has seen their party days, I definitely had my share, and I was usually the one throwing them. I'll never forget the summer of 1999, and I'm sure I'll never remember most of it either. As the years went by, God kept ahold of this prodigal son, but I was sure I was testing his limits. His love, without conditions, is what keeps all of us within his reach and safe from harm.

I had my experiences with both Pentecostal and non-denominational church settings, and as a mature adult, I went with the latter. This decision, along with my maturing faith, gave me the stance that love is above all. We are nothing without Christ, and all of us are equally imperfect and guilty of sins that cannot stand in the presence of Jesus. While this is my faith, and I know that everyone needs a personal relationship with Jesus Christ, I don't find shoving it down their throats to be at all effective. I have always repeated that actions speak louder than words, and people can just as easily be a living witness as they can be a direct witness. Pushing forward, my priority is to love other people, make sacrifices, and to focus more on obedience.
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