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Monday, February 27, 2012
The Wormling Series!
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Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Faithful?
So I just finished reading in my devotions. I use a little booklet called On Track Devotions. Anyway the topic today was faith. The scripture used was Romans 4. A couple verses in this chapter really challenged me. Romans 4:18-22 (ESV) In hope he believed against hope, that he should become a
father of many nations, as he had been told, "So shall your offspring be." He did not weaken in faith when he considered his own body, which was as good as dead (since he was about a hundred years old), or when he considered the barrenness of Sarah's womb. No distrust made him waver concerning the promise of God, but he grew strong in his faith as he gave glory to God, fully convinced that God was able was able to do what he promised. That is why his faith was "counted to him as righteousness."
We see here the absolute faith of Abraham. Even though it seemed to everyone, even himself, that it was impossible for him to have offspring Abraham still had faith. I find myself now looking at my own walk with the Lord. In what areas am I lacking faith? Where are my strong points? I would encourage you to do the same. Examine your life.
Just a thought.
father of many nations, as he had been told, "So shall your offspring be." He did not weaken in faith when he considered his own body, which was as good as dead (since he was about a hundred years old), or when he considered the barrenness of Sarah's womb. No distrust made him waver concerning the promise of God, but he grew strong in his faith as he gave glory to God, fully convinced that God was able was able to do what he promised. That is why his faith was "counted to him as righteousness."
We see here the absolute faith of Abraham. Even though it seemed to everyone, even himself, that it was impossible for him to have offspring Abraham still had faith. I find myself now looking at my own walk with the Lord. In what areas am I lacking faith? Where are my strong points? I would encourage you to do the same. Examine your life.
Just a thought.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Happy Presidents Day!
Happy Presidents day! I thought that I would do a short but sweet post about this momentous occasion! As I was planning this post a new thought occurred. Instead of writing about the past presidents why not write about the current president. I have heard many people say negative things about our president. Also many raciest comments have been said about the first African American president. So I say to you reader instead of saying all these negative things why not pray? 1 Timothy 2:1-2 (ESV) First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayer, intercessions, and thanksgiving be made for all people, for kings and all who are in high positions, that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way. Pray for our leaders! Whether president, governor, pastor, or father we are commanded in these verses to pray for them. So will you accept the challenge to pray for our leaders?
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Selfishness
So I'm going to try to explain a message without stepping on too many toes. So as you know from the title Selfishness is the message that I am going to try to get across. Now before you leave this page saying: "I learned about selfishness in Sunday school years ago," I don't think we realize how selfish we are. After I heard the message in youth group I found myself making two iced coffees, one for my mom, and I would hand her the one with less whip cream. But, this can be taken even further. To say "I won't do my devotions today," is like saying "Don't need you today God. Thanks anyway." It is selfishness. Now to finish this short to the point post I will quote my favorite author Wayne Thomas Batson: "Now the problem with writing this is now I have to live up to it."
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
The Linien Group
This is the prologue to a novel that I am writing. (unedited) Please ignore notes left by myself. Most will appear as (???). More to come soon!
Prologue
A New Power
The group of three made there way to the Kyber pass. Lyaber pushed his horse forward after the ride through the mountains they were nearly spent. The elite group of soldiers halted for a late lunch. “Yarrl?” The captain asked. “Yes Captain Lyaber,” Yarrl replied. “I need you to scout ahead on foot.” “Yes Captain.” Yarrl left the group of now two. He trusted Captain Lyaber with his life. He was a big bulky man with muscles on top of his muscles. He had a thick black beard with white patches throughout it. If anything happened the group knew that there captain would protect them. Yarrl pressed on. It felt good to walk after the long ride. He would scout ahead to the Kyber pass. Suddenly there was a noise to Yarrl’s right. Almost like something being strained. He had heard it before. It was almost like… An arrow shoot overhead missing him by inches. Lyaber had ducked just in time. He drew his sword ready for a fight. But, then there was nothing. It was as if he had imagined the whole endeavor. So he continued to scout ahead with his sword drawn. Yarrl was not one to give up easily. He also didn’t want to upset the captain. Yarrl listened for any little sound that would give away his foe. After what seemed a long trek through the snow capped mountain he made it to the pass. It was a narrow snow covered stone bridge of sorts. Suddenly a tall muscular figure stepped out from a boulder on the other side of the pass. He wore a black cloak with a steel breastplate. The breastplate had a symbol that resembled an upside down Z although the parallel sides were slightly curved. The two stared each other down for awhile then the foe pulled off of his back two saber blades which he connected together with a handle. The foe held the double bladed weapon level with the ground. Yarrl charged his opponent with fury in his eyes. The wicked looking man just stood there waiting for the right opportunity. As soon as there swords met Yarrl knew that it would be a tough fight. The cloaked figure wield the weapon like an extension of his arm. The first injury he inflicted was a slice to Yarrl’s arm, then he stabbed him in the shoulder. After performing something resembling a back flip the foe finished off Yarrl with a swift strike. The crafty swordsman left his body to rot in the cold. He walked up to his new group of recruits who had been watching from a distance. “A new power is rising and the old shall fall!” He said with death in his voice. The group gave cheers for their leader.
Prologue
A New Power
The group of three made there way to the Kyber pass. Lyaber pushed his horse forward after the ride through the mountains they were nearly spent. The elite group of soldiers halted for a late lunch. “Yarrl?” The captain asked. “Yes Captain Lyaber,” Yarrl replied. “I need you to scout ahead on foot.” “Yes Captain.” Yarrl left the group of now two. He trusted Captain Lyaber with his life. He was a big bulky man with muscles on top of his muscles. He had a thick black beard with white patches throughout it. If anything happened the group knew that there captain would protect them. Yarrl pressed on. It felt good to walk after the long ride. He would scout ahead to the Kyber pass. Suddenly there was a noise to Yarrl’s right. Almost like something being strained. He had heard it before. It was almost like… An arrow shoot overhead missing him by inches. Lyaber had ducked just in time. He drew his sword ready for a fight. But, then there was nothing. It was as if he had imagined the whole endeavor. So he continued to scout ahead with his sword drawn. Yarrl was not one to give up easily. He also didn’t want to upset the captain. Yarrl listened for any little sound that would give away his foe. After what seemed a long trek through the snow capped mountain he made it to the pass. It was a narrow snow covered stone bridge of sorts. Suddenly a tall muscular figure stepped out from a boulder on the other side of the pass. He wore a black cloak with a steel breastplate. The breastplate had a symbol that resembled an upside down Z although the parallel sides were slightly curved. The two stared each other down for awhile then the foe pulled off of his back two saber blades which he connected together with a handle. The foe held the double bladed weapon level with the ground. Yarrl charged his opponent with fury in his eyes. The wicked looking man just stood there waiting for the right opportunity. As soon as there swords met Yarrl knew that it would be a tough fight. The cloaked figure wield the weapon like an extension of his arm. The first injury he inflicted was a slice to Yarrl’s arm, then he stabbed him in the shoulder. After performing something resembling a back flip the foe finished off Yarrl with a swift strike. The crafty swordsman left his body to rot in the cold. He walked up to his new group of recruits who had been watching from a distance. “A new power is rising and the old shall fall!” He said with death in his voice. The group gave cheers for their leader.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Only a Foothold
This is a short story that I wrote not long ago. It tells about mans sinful ways, and how easy it is to become comfortable in our sin. Hope you enjoy it. (Thanks to my editor! Without his help this story wouldn't look half as good.)
Written by Caleb Painter
Only a Foothold
I stood in a room, how I had gotten there I didn’t know. The room was square, mirrors adorning all four walls. I walked over to the first one I saw. Not of my own will though it was as if someone else was controlling my feet. The mirror started to show a scene from my life. Not only did it illustrate the scene visually, but it also depicted the smells and sounds. The setting took place in a small kitchen that I had walked into not more than a year ago. My mother sat across the table with a newspaper in her hand and in the other she held a piece of toast smothered in peanut butter and drizzled with honey. “Hey mom” I called, hungrily eyeing her toast “can I go a friends house tonight?” I watched the mirror as the picture of me grabbed a piece of toast and dropped it in the toaster. “Which friend?” my mother questioned, as she took a sip of coffee to wash down her toast. Instead of telling her about the rough party that would take place I simply lied and said, “Oh just Duncan’s. We were just going to watch a movie.” “That’s fine.” My mother said. I then moved to the next mirror, again not of my will. Had I control of myself, I would have gone to the center of the room and covered my eyes as the mirrors played the scenes. My eyes snapped irresistibly to the next mirror, this one shape like a triangle. Again a scene took shape, from just six months ago. I was in the state championship basketball game. My school team, the Falcons, were up by two points. The other team, the Eagles, were passing the ball in bounds. The Eagles’ best player, number twenty-two, got the ball and dribbled up court. He had long blonde hair, always had a mouth guard in, and was wearing a blue sleeve, the color of their team, on his arm. I guarded him as he crossed half court. Perspiration rolled off his forehead and onto the floor. One of his players set a pick for him; however, I went around it and got my hand in his face.
Five…
Four…
Three…
Two…
He picked up his dribble behind the three point line and shot it. One! The room went totally quiet except for the buzzers wailing that cut through the silence. The ball flew through the air, then hit the front of the rim, and rolled over the hoop to the back of the iron. My heart stopped as the ball sat there, balancing precipitously on the edge for what seemed an eternity. Then the ball slipped through the hoop with a whoosh! The blonde got in my face and pumped his fist while talking trash. Finally I made it to the locker rooms, wading against the mob that had flooded the court. Rage burned in my heart! No, worse than rage, hate consumed my thoughts! I wanted to literally kill number twenty-two. The image faded and my feet dragged me to the next mirror a place I now knew I didn’t want to be. This mirror was in yet another shape, this time an octagon, and faded into another tragic scene. Up to this point, I had remembered all of the last scenes, and wished I hadn’t, but for some reason this one grabbed my attention and wouldn’t let go! I was terrified as the mirror image took shape. It depicted me and some middle school students, leaning up against a brick wall behind the high school. To them, I was the cool high school student. I looked so relaxed and care free. Now I knew why. I was like an idol to them. It was I who had led them astray, it was I who had told them to do something that their parents forbade, and it was I who would tell them to say disrespectful things to their superiors. The image disappeared, and I was forced to move on. Each mirror in the square room was shaped differently, and I was always filled with regret as I stared at them. Once every mirror had showed some sin from the past, I then just stared at one of the walls after I had watched each scene from each mirror. All the mirrors suddenly shifted into a different word on each wall. The first word: “who.” I turned to the next wall the word there was “am,” and the next “I.” On the last wall was only a “?.” The sentence struck me so hard I could barely breath. “Who am I?” I screamed out, for the first time finding my self capable of speech. “What have I done with my life?!” The mirrors shifted and the wall behind it disappeared completely! The walls started to close in on me, and the room got smaller and smaller. I looked up even the ceiling and floor were solid mirrors. Each playing a scene from my life where I had sinned in some way. I was caught in my own sins. I had let Satan and my sin nature gain a foothold, and they together had built a stronghold! The solid mirrored walls pushed up against me until I couldn‘t breath! I was trapped in my own sin! “No no no!” I screamed as I flew out of bed drenched in sweat, throat parched, and tongue as thick as a mattress. I ran to the sink and guzzled down water, and then sat on my bed and thought for hours about my dream. There is still hope and time to change before I was trapped in my own sin! I knew what I had to do so I got down on my knees and bowed my head.
Written by Caleb Painter
Only a Foothold
I stood in a room, how I had gotten there I didn’t know. The room was square, mirrors adorning all four walls. I walked over to the first one I saw. Not of my own will though it was as if someone else was controlling my feet. The mirror started to show a scene from my life. Not only did it illustrate the scene visually, but it also depicted the smells and sounds. The setting took place in a small kitchen that I had walked into not more than a year ago. My mother sat across the table with a newspaper in her hand and in the other she held a piece of toast smothered in peanut butter and drizzled with honey. “Hey mom” I called, hungrily eyeing her toast “can I go a friends house tonight?” I watched the mirror as the picture of me grabbed a piece of toast and dropped it in the toaster. “Which friend?” my mother questioned, as she took a sip of coffee to wash down her toast. Instead of telling her about the rough party that would take place I simply lied and said, “Oh just Duncan’s. We were just going to watch a movie.” “That’s fine.” My mother said. I then moved to the next mirror, again not of my will. Had I control of myself, I would have gone to the center of the room and covered my eyes as the mirrors played the scenes. My eyes snapped irresistibly to the next mirror, this one shape like a triangle. Again a scene took shape, from just six months ago. I was in the state championship basketball game. My school team, the Falcons, were up by two points. The other team, the Eagles, were passing the ball in bounds. The Eagles’ best player, number twenty-two, got the ball and dribbled up court. He had long blonde hair, always had a mouth guard in, and was wearing a blue sleeve, the color of their team, on his arm. I guarded him as he crossed half court. Perspiration rolled off his forehead and onto the floor. One of his players set a pick for him; however, I went around it and got my hand in his face.
Five…
Four…
Three…
Two…
He picked up his dribble behind the three point line and shot it. One! The room went totally quiet except for the buzzers wailing that cut through the silence. The ball flew through the air, then hit the front of the rim, and rolled over the hoop to the back of the iron. My heart stopped as the ball sat there, balancing precipitously on the edge for what seemed an eternity. Then the ball slipped through the hoop with a whoosh! The blonde got in my face and pumped his fist while talking trash. Finally I made it to the locker rooms, wading against the mob that had flooded the court. Rage burned in my heart! No, worse than rage, hate consumed my thoughts! I wanted to literally kill number twenty-two. The image faded and my feet dragged me to the next mirror a place I now knew I didn’t want to be. This mirror was in yet another shape, this time an octagon, and faded into another tragic scene. Up to this point, I had remembered all of the last scenes, and wished I hadn’t, but for some reason this one grabbed my attention and wouldn’t let go! I was terrified as the mirror image took shape. It depicted me and some middle school students, leaning up against a brick wall behind the high school. To them, I was the cool high school student. I looked so relaxed and care free. Now I knew why. I was like an idol to them. It was I who had led them astray, it was I who had told them to do something that their parents forbade, and it was I who would tell them to say disrespectful things to their superiors. The image disappeared, and I was forced to move on. Each mirror in the square room was shaped differently, and I was always filled with regret as I stared at them. Once every mirror had showed some sin from the past, I then just stared at one of the walls after I had watched each scene from each mirror. All the mirrors suddenly shifted into a different word on each wall. The first word: “who.” I turned to the next wall the word there was “am,” and the next “I.” On the last wall was only a “?.” The sentence struck me so hard I could barely breath. “Who am I?” I screamed out, for the first time finding my self capable of speech. “What have I done with my life?!” The mirrors shifted and the wall behind it disappeared completely! The walls started to close in on me, and the room got smaller and smaller. I looked up even the ceiling and floor were solid mirrors. Each playing a scene from my life where I had sinned in some way. I was caught in my own sins. I had let Satan and my sin nature gain a foothold, and they together had built a stronghold! The solid mirrored walls pushed up against me until I couldn‘t breath! I was trapped in my own sin! “No no no!” I screamed as I flew out of bed drenched in sweat, throat parched, and tongue as thick as a mattress. I ran to the sink and guzzled down water, and then sat on my bed and thought for hours about my dream. There is still hope and time to change before I was trapped in my own sin! I knew what I had to do so I got down on my knees and bowed my head.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Welcome!!!
Thank you so much for checking out my blog! This blog is to post all of my writings. So if you want good wholesome writing, which mostly will focus on our creater! Be sure to check back soon for some captivating writing! Thanks again!
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