How I'm feeling at the moment

I think we sometimes write stuff down to make ourselves feel better about our pathetic Christian walk. It's like some guy who has a Phd or MD or DVD decides to write a book about how Christians are supposed to have ups and downs. Is that really the case, or is he just some idiot who thinks he knows how the Christian walk is supposed to be. Maybe the truth is that


If you feel like your Christian walk is currently a little blah......Its because......IT IS!!!! And God is hoping that you will actually do something about it.


I guess I feel a little like the disciples when Jesus asked them to pray, and instead they fell asleep. They weren't crying to Jesus telling him it's normal for humans to get tired and want to sleep, or that the Devil tricked them, or that sleep just felt soooo good at the moment. We give ourselves too much credit these days. "Just keep going" or "Even when you don't feel it, it's still ok".....wow, these are the words we are tricking ourselves with. Maybe it should be, "What, you don't feel anything right now, well try praying for an hour, or going door to door in your neighborhood asking to pray with people, or giving $1000 dollars to a cause in Africa. Just go do SOMETHING radical, because you are going to be disappointing God if you don't, and oh yeah, you'll REMAIN disappointing yourself."

My current piece of Advice to Myself and Others--
Work Harder. Cause hard work pays off

(current feelings)

Dumb Idiot Man

This is from another blog I'm a part of, it is by my friend Donnie, and I thought it was really good. I haven't posted in a while, so this is a good start back.

I’m a dumb idiot man. Maybe you’ve seen me on T.V.

If my wife cleans the glass door to well with the latest cleaner I can’t even tell it’s there anymore and walk right into it…even though it’s my house and that door has been there for years.

When she calls a friend and says that she’s losing weight by eating yummy sounding foods I’m too stupid to realize she’s actually talking about flavors of yogurt that I’m staring at in our fridge.

When we try to throw parties my idiocy ends up setting the backyard on fire. When it’s time to eat I can’t figure out what’s healthy and what’s not.
My dumb idiot boys and I haven’t figured out that rollover minutes save money so we throw them in the trash because we think they’ve “gone bad”. Psshhh…ssssoooooo dumb.

However, I CAN answer any question you NEED to know about beer…because that’s important. So important that I love it more than anything else…even my dog and girlfriend. And when I choose the right body wash she won’t be able to control herself any longer…along with all of her friends, naturally, after I crash their book club…for beer of course…because I’m too stupid to actually read.

Yes, I’m a dumb idiot man. Chances are nearly excellent you’ve seen me on T.V. (especially around Christmas).
I get confused very easily, am extremely accident prone, and only ask three questions in life:

Does it have a Hemi? (I want to pull heavy things around)

Does it have five blades? (I need the closest shave)

Does the can turn blue when it’s cold? (I can’t tell by touching it)

It’s a good thing sexism is a commute only women drivers must endure…otherwise I might be inclined to be offended by the way I am portrayed…but then again “offended” is a three syllable word so probably not.

-Donnie Keele