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  • Codepainter
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  • MegiddosGirl
  • The Cow (bio)
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    Cool links to cool places:

  • A christian search engine, very useful!

  • An online Bible with every version I've heard of and a few I haven't!

  • A site created by Megiddo for Christian teens!

    About God:

    How do you describe the indescribable? If all the seas turned ink, all the plant to writing tools, and all the sky to parchment, it would not be enough to describe God's vastness. That's the God I serve.

    If you're interested in learning more about God, you can leave a message here, you could go to this site and leave a message or you can read on.



    God
  • God loves you (John 3:16).
  • God is holy and just. He punishes all evil and expels it from his presence (Romans 1:18).

    People
  • God, who created everything, made us for himself to find our purpose in fellowship with him (Colossians 1:16).
  • But we rebelled and turned away from God (Isaiah 53:6) The result is separation from God (Isaiah 59:2). The penalty is eternal death (Romans 6:23).

    Christ
  • God became human in the person of Jesus Christ to restore the broken fellowship (Colossians 1:19-20). Christ lived a perfect life (1 Peter 2:22).
  • Christ died as a substitute for us by paying the death penalty for our rebellion (Romans 5:8). He arose (1 Corinthians 15:3-4) and is alive today to give us a new life of fellowship with God, now and forever (John 10:10).

    Response
  • I must repent for my rebellion (Matthew 4:17).
  • I must believe Christ died to provide forgiveness and a new life of fellowship with God (John 1:12)
  • I must receive Christ as my Savior and Lord with the intent to obey him. I do this in prayer by inviting him into my life (Revelation 3:20).
    Cost
  • There is no cost to your salvation comes to you freely (Ephesians 2:8-9).
  • But it comes at a high cost to God (1 Peter 1:18-19).
  • Ultimately your response is a life of discipleship (Luke 9:23-24).


    If you want to look up the verses to the above passages, just click on them.





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    Monday, December 20, 2004
    Cool song

    You can listen to it for free, legally, at http://www.theinsyderz.com/media/The_Insyderz-02-Call_To_Arms.mp3

    Call To Arms
    No longer will I just sit back as this worldís slowly dying
    Iím not done having fun, iím no good at goodbye
    Todayís the day we canít delay, we fight to save those that hate
    The time is right, we canít deny the voice inside to rise above

    This is a call to arms, prepare for war
    This is a battle charge, prepare for war
    Weíll still hold the fort, prepare for war
    This is a call to arms

    No one is safe, theyíre all asleep and the darkness creeps in
    No longer will I be the one that this world marks for failure
    Todayís the day we canít delay, we fight to save those that hate
    The time is right, we canít deny the voice inside to rise above

    This is a call to arms, prepare for war
    This is a battle charge, prepare for war
    Weíll still hold the fort, prepare for war
    This is a call to arms
    This is a call to arms

    Posted at 02:30 pm by Megiddo
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    The power of Christ's name!

    Has anyone else noticed that Christ's name is being taken out of Christmas? From Christmas break being called 'Holiday break' to having a 'Holiday tree', Christ is slowly being taken out of Christmas.

    Most 'Holiday' movies now never show the TRUE meaning of Christmas. They're about children believing Santa is real, or some other material idea. Yes, generosity at Christmas is important, but that's STILL not what Christmas MEANS!

    This all goes to show how much POWER there is in Christ's name. How many people do you know that say 'Oh, Buddha!' instead of using God's name?

    This Christmas, admist the 'shopping madness', remember to find a quiet time to reflect on what God did for you, and THANK him.

    Posted at 01:57 pm by Megiddo
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    Sunday, October 24, 2004
    hmmm

    technically, i am still catholic.

    but i feel more unitarian than anything.

    due to the fact that my personal political beliefs, beliefs in general, and feelings as a whole are not accepted by the catholic church, i cannot say i enjoy being catholic.

    for a long time i've accepted their non-acceptance. and now i just cant anymore. its not funny or cute to turn away from someone or to tell someone they're wrong. who decides right or wrong? god? well god has not made arguments and decisions about every single thing. not in the bible and thats the only way to be sure of what he says apparently. there is too much gray, the bible is in black and white but i'm not going to live my life in accordance with that book.

    i'm sorry if i'm deeply offended by you all, but you know what? i've been told i'm wrong for far too long. there are other places, other religions, in which any opinion is valued and not argued. when you make a statement there arent 14 people waiting in a line to correct it.

    gosh, i feel bad now. but its all what i think. maybe this isnt the best place to post this, i'll probably be ex-communicated, but that does sort of prove my point, eh?

    now i know, i'm totally wrong on all of this. go ahead and toss me the bible and i'll "read" it. then again, you'll probably read it to me. same thing, really. go ahead and tell me how wrong i am.

    i've found god. i've found my own god.
    and my god doesnt mind when i dont capitalize his name. he doesnt mind when i break any of the ten commandments. because right now, i'm learning. i'm learning whats okay with me personally, and whats okay with the world.

    i'll find a medium in there somewhere.
    my god knows that when i'm sorry, i'm really sorry and i dont need to tell some guy about what i did wrong so HE can tell me.
    my god knows that being sorry is enough of a punishment.
    my god loves me and i love him. because he is an accepting god.
    and people who know MY god know not to persecute someone for being different.
    they know not to throw a book at them or read them brochures for loving someone who shares the same gender.
    they know and understand people who have problems and difficulties and dont tell those people who need things, real things, to turn to something they cant see or feel.

    i hope you meet my god too.
    he's really cool.

    Posted at 10:15 pm by xxpinknblackxx
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    Sunday, October 10, 2004
    A joke

    I don't think I've ever mentioned this to y'all, but I work on computers for a hobby. Today I went to one of my client's houses, she told me a while ago she was having problems with her computer and needed help. Well, when I went over there, she wasn't there, but her husband was. Unfortunately, he didn't know what the problem was, but he did say that whenever he passed by his computer, he could hear an ocean in the background. I asked him if he was possibly hearing static over the speakers, but he said that he was actually hearing the tide coming in and out and that it went on like that all night, so he was really annoyed with it.

    When I went into their computer room, I did indeed hear ocean-like sounds. I moved the mouse, and they instantly stopped. I ran the screensaver, and you could hear the sounds again ( I should mention in the screensaver, little fish were swimming around the screen ). I told him that the sounds were from his screensaver, and he said, 'You mean it's supposed to sound like that?' I then muted the screensaver for him.

    I'm glad I was able to keep myself from laughing until I got home!

    Posted at 05:47 pm by Megiddo
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    Tuesday, September 28, 2004
    Eclipse

    It's been forever since my last post, I know. Truthfully, I feel terrible about not posting for so long.

    My summer... wasn't all that great. It seems like I'm always battling something during vacation. Be it sins, emotions, or otherwise.

    During the entire time I've gone without posting, one of the reasons that I haven't blogged anything is because I've been too ashamed to do so. I've been ashamed because I was ( and still am ) fighting something that I know is wrong, yet still do ( repetitively ).

    Because of this sinfulness that I've committed, my past summer was spent in the feeling that I was spiraling forever downward, reaching out to an eclipsing sun ( a feeling that really leaves you empty ). I know God will forgive me, of course... but can I forgive myself?

    Another reason that I haven't been able to post is that it seems like I never have any time. If there's one thing that I've learned over the past couple months, it's that there's not enough time to do everything you'd like to do, so spend your time on the most important things. God comes first. Of course, I'm saying this as much to myself as any one else who may be reading this.

    It seems like whenever I was just about to sit down and write for the blog, something would come up. I'd have an appointment, or someone needed me. Even now, as I'm writing this, I've had a few people ask me to help them do something or been distracted in other ways.

    Once again, I appologize for not posting for so long, and I'm sorry if this particular post isn't the greatest, but it's pretty late where I'm writing it ( only time I could find 'time' to do it ). I really want to continue blogging, because it helps my Walk with God, and I hope there may be a little insight in my posts for you too!

    Posted at 09:49 pm by Megiddo
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    Thursday, July 08, 2004
    Evolution - Don't buy it for a second

    Genesis 1:1 - In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.

        One of the worst things that have happened to our culture is the "theory" of evolution. Society seems to accept evolution without question; the way that it has integrated with science, it seems like someone would be a fool not to believe in it. Please note, however, that you never find any evidences of evolution in text books, just the proposition of it and all experiments they do is based off the belief of it (making it seem that everyone accepts it).
        
        The very nature of evolution disproves itself. They believe that in the beginning, there was nothing. And out of the nothing, come a universe, capable of sustaining itself. Now if every action causes a reaction, where was the action? And how do you get an action when nothing existed?
        
        Then there are the laws of thermodynamics, which I have previously discussed.
    Basically, they state that everything in the universe is running down. Evolution says things are running up, things are getting better.

        How exactly did a 'big bang' create order, anyways? To think about this problem on simpler terms, the chances of this happening are about the same as a computer making a program when it is generating random zeros and ones.

        Evolution states we evolved from other animals, but we don't see any transitional fossils. And if we did transition from other animals, how come we don't see animals in between states today? Did everything stop evolving?


    Posted at 03:09 pm by Megiddo
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    Saturday, June 26, 2004
    hmmm

    this has a lot of truth to it...

    "Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:

    Wear sunscreen.

    If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

    Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

    Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

    Do one thing every day that scares you.

    Sing.

    Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

    Floss.

    Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

    Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

    Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

    Stretch.

    Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

    Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

    Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

    Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

    Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

    Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

    Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

    Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

    Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

    Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

    Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

    Respect your elders.

    Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

    Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

    Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

    But trust me on the sunscreen."

    Author: Mary Schmich (USA) First published: July 1, 1997 Copyright: Herald Tribune

    just some food for thought.

    Posted at 12:25 am by xxpinknblackxx
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    Tuesday, June 22, 2004
    Thoughts about.... thoughts!

     I Chronicles 28:9
       ...acknowledge the God of your father, and serve him with wholehearted devotion and with a willing mind, for the Lord searches every heart and understands every motive behind the thoughts...



       Here is a scary thought for the day: What if all your thoughts were broadcast to every person within a one mile radius? This means, of course, that your parents and most of your friends would receive your thoughts ( and therefore, know what you are thinking ). Would you think any differently than you do right now?

       Do you have think/imagine things that you wouldn't want other people to know about? Are there things in your head that you think are safely locked away, that no one knows about them?

       Well, I have something to tell you. God knows every thought you've ever had. He knows why you think them, and He knows about everything you have 'locked away' in your head.

       Is your mind pure? We need to serve God even in our thoughts!

    Posted at 09:44 am by Megiddo
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    Sunday, June 20, 2004
    Project in-progress ( w00t! a post... lol )

       While I continue work on my posts inspired by PBC, I thought I'd throw you a bone as to what I'm up to in other projects.

       I am making a map for a game called Half-Life, and specifically a mod ( short for modification ) named Natural Selection. For some screenshots, background, and user reviews on the map, go here.

       Here is a screen shot of what it is like while mapping:

    ( had to make this pic into to link due to it's size )

       In order to map, you draw boxes for everything you want. Once you have your box the way you like it, you can manipulate it a variety of ways ( make it do something, make it into a different shape, etc ). Once you have your map the way you like it, you compile it ( which optimizes it to run on the game ). Compiling takes me about 1 hour, if you're interested ( on a 2.6 GHZ CPU ).

       If you have any questions about anything related to the above, please put it in the comments.

    Posted at 09:37 pm by Megiddo
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    Friday, June 04, 2004
    Meditation ( You don't want to miss reading this one! )

    TABLE FOR TWO

    He sits by himself at a table for two.

    The uniformed waiter returns to his side and asks, "Would you like to go ahead and order, sir?" The man has, after all, been waiting since seven o'clock--almost two hours.

    "No, thank you," the man smiles. "I'll wait for her a while longer. How about some more coffee?"

    "Certainly, sir."

    The man sits, his clear blue eyes gazing straight through the flowered centerpiece. He fingers his napkin, allowing the sounds of light chatter, tinkling silverware, and mellow music to fill his mind. He is dressed in a sport coat and tie. His dark brown hair is neatly combed, but one stray lock insists on dropping to his forehead. The scent of his cologne adds to his clean-cut image. He is dressed up enough to make a companion feel important, respected, loved. Yet he is not so formal as to make one uncomfortable. It seems that he has taken every precaution to make others feel at ease with him.

    Still, he sits alone.

    The waiter returns to fill the man's coffee cup. "Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?"

    "No, thank you."

    The waiter remains standing at the table. Something tugs at his curiosity.

    "I don't mean to pry, but..." His voice trails off. This line of conversation could jeopardize his tip.

    "Go ahead," the man encourages. He is strong, yet sensitive, inviting conversation.

    "Why do you bother waiting for her?" the waiter finally blurts out. This man has been at the restaurant many other evenings, always patiently alone.

    Says the man quietly, "Because she needs me."

    "Are you sure?"

    "Oh Yes. I'm very positive of that."

    "Well, sir, no offense, but assuming that she needs you, she sure isn't acting much like it. She's stood you up three times just this week alone."

    The man winces, and looks down at the table. "Yes, I know."

    "Then why do you still come here and wait?"

    "Cassie said that she would be here."

    "She's said that before," the waiter protests. "I wouldn't put up with it. Why do you?"

    Now the man looks up, smiles at the waiter, and says simply, "Because I love her."

    The waiter walks away, wondering how one could love a girl who stands him up three times in one week alone. The man must be crazy, he decides. Either that or he must really love that girl. Across the room, he turns to look at the man again. The man slowly pours cream into his coffee. He twirls his spoon between his fingers a few times before stirring sweetener into his cup. After staring for a moment into the liquid, the man brings the cup to his mouth and sips, silently watching those around him. He doesn't look crazy, the waiter admits. Maybe the girl has qualities that I don't know about. Or maybe the man's love is stronger than most. That's probably it. This guy must be so much in love with her he can't even see straight. The waiter shakes himself out of his musings to take an order from a party of five.

    The man watches the waiter, and wonders if he's ever been stood up. The man has. Many, many times. But he still can't get used to it. Each time, it hurts. He's looked forward to this evening all day. He has many things, exciting things, to tell Cassie. He loves her so much and so deeply. But, more importantly, he wants to hear Cassie's voice. He wants her to tell him all about her day, her triumphs, her defeats....anything, really. He has tried so many times to show Cassie how much he loves her. He'd just like to know that she cares for him, too. He sips sporadically at the coffee, and loses himself in thought, knowing that Cassie is late, but still hoping that she will arrive.

    The clock says nine-thirty when the waiter returns to the man's table. "Is there anything I can get for you?"

    The still empty chair stabs at the man. "No, I think that will be all for the night. May I have the check please?"

    "Yes, sir."

    When the waiter leaves, the man picks up the check. He pulls out his wallet and sighs. He has enough to have given Cassie a feast. He takes out enough money to pay for his five cups of coffee and the tip. Why do you do this, Cassie?" His mind cries as he gets up from the table.

    "Good-bye," the waiter says, as the man walks towards the door.

    "Good night. Thank you for your service."

    You're welcome, sir," says the waiter softly, for he sees the hurt in the man's eyes that his smile doesn't even begin to hide.

    The man passes a laughing young couple on his way out and his eyes glisten as he thinks of the good time he and Cassie could have had. He stops at the front and makes reservations for tomorrow. Maybe Cassie will be able to make it, he thinks. Oh, I do hope so.

    "Seven o'clock tomorrow for party of two?" the hostess confirms.

    "That's right," the man replies.

    "Do you think she'll come?" asks the hostess. She doesn't mean to be rude, but she has watched the man many times alone at his table for two.

    "Someday, yes. And I will be waiting for her."

    The man buttons his overcoat and walks out of the restaurant, alone. His shoulders are hunched, but through the windows the hostess can only guess whether they are hunched against the wind or against the man's hurt.

    As the man turns toward home, Cassie turns in bed. She is tired after an evening out with friends. As she reaches toward her night stand to set the alarm, she sees the note that she scribbled to herself last night.

    "7:00," it says. "Spend some time in prayer."

    Darn, she thinks. She forgot again. She feels a twinge of guilt, but quickly pushes it aside. She needed that time with her friends. And now she needs her sleep. She can pray tomorrow night.

    Jesus will forgive her. And she's sure he doesn't mind.

    Story by: Kirsten Burgess


    Posted at 04:54 pm by Megiddo
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