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I had SO MANY dreams involving “The Chosen” last night. I think the weirdest one was the one where I was trying to explain birthday cards to the followers of Jesus, and then I mentioned “And people make them for other occasions too, like Christmas,” and someone said “What’s Christmas?”, and as I was starting to panic Jesus piped up “I can explain that one. Not yet, though.”
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Turn about is fair play! For the random asks, what is your salvation story?
Hmm… I grew up in a Christian family, and I go to a private school. They taught us about Jesus and about how we needed to be saved. When I was in 4th grade, I asked Jesus to save me, and I’ve been a Christian ever since. I’ve had several more spiritual struggles since then, and I’m going to be baptized this spring.
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A noble frustrated with the current system, but too weak to revolt, has staked it all on starting a new trend: showing off how wealthy, well-fed and happy their local peasants are.
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How long have you been a Christian? What prompted you to become one?
Thanks for the ask!
I got saved when I was six years old, so for a while heh. During that time my family had been doing a study on the 10 Commandments and it was…hitting me pretty hard. I remember being so frustrated and wrestling with myself for a bit. The thing that really got to me is that I was a sinner, and I did not like that. Buuuut I also was stubborn, and did not want to give in. I felt the tugging of the Holy Spirit on my heart, so I asked questions and my parents were real troopers, they didn’t dance around the truth but they also didn’t try to coerce me into a “sinners’ prayer” before I was ready. I remember finally breaking down on our couch in the living room with my parents and crying my heart out to God. That was on August 21st, 2007.
While since then I cannot honestly say that God has always been first in my life, I can say that I have never doubted God’s existence or the truth of the Bible - even during that time in my teens when I doubted my own salvation. I have not always been a faithful servant, but I do my best and God’s grace is faithful even when I am not!
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My wife found out I was cheating after she found the letters I was hiding
She got mad and said she is never playing Scrabble with me again!
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A 15 year old boy comes home with a Porsche
His parents began to yell and scream. “Where did you get that car?”
He calmly told them, “I bought it today.”
“With what money?” Demanded his parents. “We know how much a Porsche costs!”
“Well,” said the boy, “this one cost me fifteen dollars.”
The parents began to yell even louder. “Who would sell a car like this for fifteen dollars!?” They asked.
“It was the lady up the street,” said the boy, “don’t know her name— they just moved in. She saw me ride past on my bike and asked me if I wanted to buy a Porsche for fifteen dollars.”
“Oh my goodness!” Gasped the mother, “she must be a child abuser! Who knows what she will do next? John, you go right up there and see what’s going on.”
So the boy’s father walked up the street to the house where the lady lived and found her out in her yard calmly planting flowers. He introduced himself as the father of the boy she sold the Porsche to for fifteen dollars and demanded to know why.
“Well,” she said, “this morning I got a phone call from my husband. I thought he was on a business trip, but I learned from a friend he has run off to Hawaii with his secretary and really doesn’t intend to come back. He claimed he was really stranded and asked me to sell his new Porsche and send him the money. So I did.”
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The only retail job I miss is being the cashier at a local Hardware Store in a small town surrounded by other small towns, because I was essentially a high fantasy GuildMaster.
I worked there three summers in a row, and every laborer from every nearby town would come there for whatever supplies they needed, and man could they gossip like there was an Olympic medal for it.
At 8 AM, every morning, every plumber, roofer, electrician, and landscaper in the county was at the door waiting for me to unlock it, and they’d come back throughout the day.
I knew every tradesman in a 30 miles radius, and I knew too much about everyone in town because of, like I said, the tradesman gossip. It’s shocking that people basically tune out an entire person in their living room and say whatever they want, because they don’t see the guy fixing their light fixture as real somehow.
Then your average citizens, the townsfolk, would come in to ask for labor recommendations. The cashier at the local hardware store is a god among yelp reviews.
A woman needs her roof repaired. A man wants central air installed in his 100 year old house. Someone needs to break into a safe they inherited without the combination.
And I would make recommendations. I’d take down names and information so when a plumber I liked walked in an hour later, I could say, “come here, I have a job for you” like I needed them to clear a village of Redcaps.
There is no difference between your local mom-and-pop hardware employee and Greed Karga sending the Mandalorian on bounty hunting jobs.
If Geralt of Rivia walked in, I could have found him something to do.
I believe all plumbers dual-wield drain snakes and arcane magic, because you’d be surprised how often Liches come up in septic tank repairs.
You can belong to a monster hunters’ guild and a welders’ union, if you have the time. Always good to diversify your portfolio.
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Poems
There’s a poem waiting to be written
You can see it in the way the fire dances
And in how the trees sway
Dancing to an unknowable melody
And in how the leaves rush past
Like they have somewhere to be
In the way the sand on a windy beach
Tears at my legs
And in my cat
Laying in a patch of sunlight
In the way my partner laughs
In the way tea and honey warm me
In the way that mushrooms grow
On fallen trees
@annotated-catastrophe thought i’d try making my thoughts into a free verse poem, since rhyme eludes me
@aroace-wizard @mayhem-moth @good-wizard @unknownfable I believe this counts as art, which is why i’m tagging you
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“It always takes two. For relationships to work, for them to break apart, for them to be fixed.”
— Emily Giffin
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“I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.”
— Nina LaCour
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In fifth grade a boy tried to impress me by swallowing a whole tadpole live and I punched him so hard that he puked and the tadpole was fine.
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“I hope you fall in love with someone who never lets you fall asleep thinking you’re unwanted.”
— Unknown
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Reblog if you want your followers to anonymously ask you one thing they want to know about you.
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