Eternal Life Can't Be Bought

Twisted and turned, around we go, life is but a flash too hard to hold. Throughout history wars have raged, people have strived and knowledge has been sought after. Many have said, "My eyes have been opened."

But to those who have said this, their eyes remained shut. For salvation can only be found in the person of Jesus Christ. Many have died for our Lord, many have suffered for his name's sake, but history tells us of their great sacrifice.

95 is the number we will always remember Martin Luther for, but there are many others who had no name or number at all for us to remember them by. They died in service to our King, and there are many others who lost everything they had for our King but found what really matters.

If you must ask, it is eternal life that really matters. All the money in the world can't buy you that.

I Stopped to Smell the Roses

One day when all is said and done, what is really gonna matter? Will it be how much money I made, you know, how much I got off that "trade." I don't think so. When all is said and done, what's really gonna matter to me, is not how fat my wallet was, but how sweet smelling the roses were.

Just So You Know

I'm just messing around with a couple of the below posts (pure fiction, hope you don't mind), just having fun.

She Keeps Looking, But I'm Busy

Why does she keep looking at me? I already told her that it would "never work." It couldn't in all honesty. But the way she is looking at me bothers me, I don't understand it. She needs to stop, it is very distracting. I have things to do, places to go, people to see. Oh no, her she comes.

"Hello" she says, "I was just wondering why you kept looking at me."

"Me looking at you?" I replied, "Ha! That is a good one. When are you ever going to learn, this is just not going to work."

"Stop it!" She says, "You have no idea what you are talking about."

And then it all starts to make sense, perhaps she is right, maybe I don't know what I'm talking about.

The Female Bar Owner

She said "I love you."
But it was not something I could accept easily. To be honest, I just did not trust her. She kept looking at me, expecting me to say something, but what could I say? Finally I replied, "Darling, if you really love me, why do you insist on keeping that dumb bar open? You know it drives me crazy when all the bikers rev their engines at 3am in the morning."
She looked away and I could tell she wanted to escape. I searched for her eyes, they were looking but could not find a place of refuge. I did not pressure her and took my eyes off her face. There was no point trying to retrieve a reply, for I already knew I asked her to do the impossible.