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Name: Karl Marx
Country: Philippines
Metro: Manila
Birthday: 1/3/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: Basketball, Drawing, reading, watching movies, hiking, rapelling, biking
Expertise: drawing, basketball, leading, communicating, exhorting, writing poems
Occupation: Student
Industry: Government
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Yahoo:  karlmarx555@yahoo.com
Member Since:
4/4/2005
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| The cruchy apple is a delicacy for some, and a great snack for others. It comes in different shades of red, yellow, and green. Big or small, the apple can be a great temptation for the people who forgot to put the apple in their budget. Common in some areas of the globe, but in our country it costs a small fortune.
But the hindrance in the apple's absolute eating spree comes near the end of the "journey". You know what i mean. the apple core is a distraction. A wrong bite and it would really ruin your eating experience with pesky seeds and fibrous matter that you find very hard to chew. In order to truly enjoy the apple without negations, remove its core. Then it goes smooth flowing from there.
It must be the idea that could make us understand better why Christ wants our all. Our core being must first be surrendered to Him so everything else would be smooth flowing. The nasty core that we had before we met the King must first be removed in order for us to truly enjoy our lives as believers.
Our new core will now stand as our primary line of defense against the enemy's smooth devouring of our being. It will truly be satan's greatest hindrance in overpowering you. Even if your external and flesshy part has been devoured by the enemy already, if your core is stable, he cannot disintegrate you. You will live to fight a new battle next time. If your core is Christ, satan cannot touch you. That is why his tactics include deception, self-preservation, and doubt- all inclined to remove the great core you have in you. Let him do it and you will see your life mess up.
The core of an apple is like the character of a man. Hardest to chew, Difficult to swallow.
What composes your core?
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| Tensed as ever but I am trying my best to be cool. I actually will spearhead an event tomorrow that is yet to be perfectly prepared. I have to make a speech to be delivered in an hour or two. Then I will try to travel a hundred or more kilometers to meet friends. I will then try to make a good conversation with them to try to mask the tiredness I feel. This is exempting the fact that I just had a pretty energy-absorbing basketball game last night. From there, I have to find my way back a hundred or more kilometers, with a twist of danger and fear. Then I would try to end my day with a smile as I sleep to give way to another morning of tiring fiasco tomorrow.
This must be one of those "warpath" days, where everything is crazy and everything is not in its true focus. I would like to be given a rewarding smile or two or even a simple pat in the back. But I am almost sure I won't get any. I tried to ease some of the weird feeling by playing computer games but to no avail. Then I remembered, I have to pay some rent and go register myself. I have to find some materials for my event tomorrow. And I hope a couple of volunteers.
What did I learn today? "Warpath" days are ones worth negating and it makes one want to go to dreamland and stay there till the day ends.
I better start planning my days right. | | |
| The four corners of my apartment must have a purpose. Aside from
keeping the rain water out, block burglaries, and keep the pesky cat
from eating my lunch, there must a deeper reason for walls being made.
I started to ponder deeply, hoping that my mind can scrape up a weird
idea or two and most importantly, that God would teach me something
about walls. And He did.
Walls,
even in the old testament, were used to ward off the enemy. A city
without walls is made to crumble. But aside from keeping the enemies
out, it also has a very important function that most people tend to
overlook. It also keeps the destiny and the future of the city from
leaking out. When God has destined a city for greatness, the people
with God's help build walls. it safeguards the destiny. Solomon
compared man without self-control to a city without walls, both of
which are bound to be destroyed. I realized that I do have a destiny
and calling in Christ, but I also do have a responsibility to work with
God as we build the walls of my character through self-control.
Because the last thing I need is my destiny leaking out of me. | | |
| 3 am. got home. tired. frustrated. longing. hoping. disappointed.
confused. I wanna feel bad but i know i have no right to. i have
clenched fists but no target to burst.
This
feeling ended when God grabbed hold of me while lying in my bed. It
feels great. God talked to me about the topic I am pondering about for
the past three hours or more. Never have I realized such scenarios in
god's view before. My heart should not only forgive but forget. I
should stop thinking of such things and start focusing my eyes on God.
I can find my rest not on the circumstance but in God. Christ paid the
price ever so dearly and I have to do my very best for Him. He loves me
for who I am. But the frenzy has to stop. The thinking has to rest. God
has made everything with peace and joy and love, and the least thing
anyone could do for those creations is to draw out the beauty in them
and enjoy it. So what if they are imperfect? They can still be used for
God's glory.
Now it is 12:31 in the afternoon and I am still
sleepy. The Miami heat stinks and in the front picture of the Inquirer
is a victorious boxer's brother. Politics is sloppy and my breakfast is
swell. Life is not perfect, but it is great!
The frenzy stopped. Now i can rest. in peace. | | |
| I really enjoy doing things for others. Today my day started with a
cold shower. I tried to wake myself up when my alarm sounded but my
mind refused to cease its slumber. Knowing the consequences of the
rebellion, my heart started to force my feet to walk in the shower and
convinced my hands to grab the towel along the way. I received a call
informing me that I am late for an errand I am supposed to do for a
friend. Sadly, the shower didn't really do much for a revolting mind
and my whole body found itself confused whom to follow. But suddenly,
the real boss took over and gave me a lesson in life worth remembering
all my days:
God is a jealous God.
He
likes to be on the top of the chain of command. He belongs there. So my
passive mind and foolish heart should take center stage, God should.
God reminded me of the purpose of me doing what I should do. I am not
only doing it for a friend, I am doing it for God. God even emphasized
the point during a talk with a couple of friends regarding something I
should not mention here (laughs). I would be lying if I would tell I
didn't feel bad or somehow jealous. Why? Because of the issue's
importance to me. I remembered how important I am to God. He died for
me on the cross! It would either be a great joke or a the greatest act
anyone could ever do. My feeling is only a shab compared to what God
feels for all the weird stuff I did in the past. All the compromises,
sins, and wrong-doing that led me to almost lose my destiny. I felt a
portion, a itsy-bitsy portion, of what God feels. MAN!
Now I am sure He should be my boss! My only boss! | | |
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