"I" vs "i"

Finding its roots at the moment one becomes saved, Life continues itself as a war waged between two entities, caring not of external attributes, material, or causes, but of the existential, inward truth. These two entities consist of two simple, yet very powerful, letters: "I" and "i". Where man places himself determines the most grand influences in his life: his religious and philosophical views.

It has been expressed that every question that hopes to find some truth surrounds two beings: "I" and "God". If you understand one, you understand the other, and all questions and answers simply fall into place. The priority within this essay resides in redefining "I", as to make humanity more successful in their walk with Christ, and as with all other essays, finding some existential truth unlike any other.
To begin such an elaborate, complicated, and sometimes confusing subject, let us save some time in shallow disagreements, and define some words that are relevant to the subject.

"I": The individual man that is reliant upon his self-awareness, his understanding of his "self".

"Self": The attributes of the individual man, IE Emotions,Desires, Needs, etc.

"God": The Triune God revealed to humanity in His three methods: Nature, Scripture, and Divine Revelation

"i": The individual man that is self-aware, understanding, but not reliant upon, his "self.

"Pride": The bridge of reliance between "I" and "Self."

"Human Nature": The consistent habits believed by humanity to be common and good.

"Godly Nature": The actual nature preserved by God for man that has been perverted and recreated as "Human Nature."

Now, upon reviewing this subject, man must ask his self, "What practical purpose will it serve me to understand or spend time on this essay?"

To help give you further reason to continue reading, and upon finishing the essay, to work on your "I", presented in the following is the value that should ascertain the reader to work on oneself:

VALUE 1

Humility: Upon reviewing your"self" and "I", you will gain a better understanding of your place in contrast with God's, and will have no doubt about the awe-striking admiration we must have in reverencing God.

Def. of Humility: The awareness of ones rank, importance, etc.

To gain a better understanding of ones self, we must began with the "I".

Upon all our experience, and all of the truth we've come to learn about what is apart from us can be recognized as simply "Common, Consistent Human Experience (CCHE)." Dirt is always expected to be brown, tree's leaves in the summer to be green, a bird to be singing in the spring, and for water to feel cold on a sun-blazing day. But we know that these things can be changed. Turning on the hose of a house and expecting cold water can be a chilling experience once our mouths hit the heat-infested liquid. Though "CCHE" is necessary and vital for humanity to build the external, scientific world, this method cannot be used to actualize the inner world; To find truth beyond mankind, we must look beyond our own experience.CCHE, if used to find existential truth, only dulls our awareness.

Continual Patterns only show us what we can work with, what will work, and what won't. A circle cannot fit into a sqare, unless the square is rather larger than the circle. Upon CCHE, we build ourselves equations, formulas, and reason. This, in one word, is Logic. A = B, and B = C, so A must also = C. This doesn't tell us any type of truth beyond our external world, but can ONLY tell us truth of the external world.

To Be Continued

"Yes We Can."

So, I have made one of the largest decisions in my life, that may or may not be liked by some people, but it is my decision.

I've decided to become a Liberal.

AS IF! Wow. Just wanted to see how it would feel to actually say I joined the devil. Didn't feel all that great. Anyways, now that all the joking is over with.


From the very beginning of Barack Obama's campaign, to the present moment of "Mr. President," the central theme has been expressed in three words: "Yes We Can." Molding the very direction of this presidency, giving people a hope of a better tomorrow is a very noble concept to broadcast, at face-value.

I have a few issue's with it, though.

1. It blinds people of the truth.

Barack Obama has a tendency to sugar-coat the facts, to tell everyone that "the world is going to come together by the end of MY presidency, and that equality will reign." And he is ensuring that this promise be guaranteed. We are almost as equal to Africa as we possibly can be.

The three words of "Yes We Can" suspends all notions of vital and necessary understanding of HOW we failed, or how we are failing, for us to move forward. But the direction Mr. Obama has taken has completely given us a sense of false hope. The American people don't need sugar-coated false hope. The American people, the people who make this country such a great nation, deserve a very real Hope, a hope in a successful presidency. And Mr. Obama has not supplied that.

2. It directs our Hope inward.

As a man who believes and acts in faith upon the principles, eternal truths, and revelations of the One and Only God, "Yes We Can" is the largest lie I've heard. Since when has Mankind been able to pursue perfection and succeed? Since when does a flawed society have the ability to turn to itself to become perfect?

Obama-coated: Yes We Can. WE, and we alone, can.
Reality: No We Can't. We need the help of providence for support and guidance.

In all reality, if we turn inward, to mankind, we ultimately began to believe that Obama, as a man, is the savior of the world. He IS what we all need. He IS the future of this nation. Because Man can do it. "Yes WE Can."

As Conservatives, we don't believe in ourselves, we believe in the God that can, has, and will use the American People, not a single bureaucrat, to solve the issues of today.

In God We Trust has been exchanged with Yes We Can.

(Check In with this blog for the next few reasons "Yes We Can" is destroying America.)

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-pping me from giving you everything. He's the reason I..." I paused. We both knew where this was going. After a year of being one, it was time to break the bond. "Jane. You know this is the only way for me to move on. I've loved you with such a passion, only to get my fire blown out." She stared at me, with honest eyes. She knew it to be true.

"We have to let 'us' go. Your happiness is more important to me than life itself. 'We' can no longer exist." We continued to walk. The park we began this path a year ago was going to hold the moment we ended it.

Silence overcame the atmosphere, though our hearts were screaming for each other. Memory Lane wasn't so fun anymore. Walking by the pond where we first kissed, the tree where we first said those three words, the fence we walked along with our hands intertwined. She let go of her first tear, and I knew it was only one of many that would fall to the ground.

I gazed behind us, knowing I would never go back, knowing this would be the last time.

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me what you wrote, and I'll show you what I wrote." this was truly my first time ever experiencing this kind of 5th grade romance, and it was a lot to bear, especially with the example I had to look up to on the topic.

"O-okay." I barely breathed out.

"Well...?" She was very persistent. I think thats what really caught my eye. With me being the second smartest kid in the class (gwen being the first, but that was predictable.)

"I wrote yes." My cheeks turned as red as the freckles on her face as I uttered the words.

"Me too! You know what that means, right?" My face drew a blank, a rather embarrassing moment to be void of thought. "That we're boyfriend and girlfriend!" And from red to void and back to red my face went.

"We are-?" I asked, but before the perfect moment could end, the phone rang. "That's probably my mom. I have to get home. Tell her I left." So, I left her, got on my bike, and rode home with the largest sm-

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get over tomorrow. You've made your decision. I've made mine. Lets just see it through, get over it, and move on!" I yelled, partly because she was quite a way from me, mostly because I so desperately needed her to hear me. "We can't do this anymore!"

"Isaiah. I love you! Why won't you accept that?" She started walking towards me, so gently, so patiently.

"Because I don't deserve you. Why won't you just let me go. Please, just let me go." I really didn't know what I was saying. The instability in my life really just had me feeling, and doing.

"Let us just have tonight, than. Just one more night. I can't let it end this way." She was right in front of me. I hugged her. "Just tonight. Let this be our night."

I parted from her warm body, grabbed her hand, and whispered "Lets go."

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We finally reached the end of our long path. The night was alive with the emotions that allowed both our hearts to fly with the soft wind that pecked our skin. Her heart showed passion, but her face showed disbelief. We stopped right before we met her house, and I broke the prolonged silence.

"I know you probably think I'm crazy for telling you all of this. But I've been thinking a lot," and as I labeled myself a wallflower, I continued "and it has to be this way. I can't live knowing I was just a bad decision."

"Isaiah. Don't -" But her words were too predictable, and I couldn't bare hearing the truth. Not in such a fragile moment.

"Please. I want you to be happy, even if I'm not the one providing it." I knew she lo-

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.... the bench. The bench that held so many distinct memories of the past now held the future I so desperately wanted. Such a Victorian time. I held her hand, she squeezed mine. But we both knew what was beyond the night.
"The worst pain in the world is felt when your sitting by the person you want so badly, knowing you can't have him." She whispered, ensuring I would remember."Isaiah, you know tomorrow-"
"Jane, please. Don't talk about tomorrow. All we have is right now." But we both knew that wasn't enough. We both knew that the sun would mark the end. "You know, when Cori and I stopped talking, it was as if my world had ended. But now I know my world didn't end then, because its ending now." The biggest fear I had wasn't in knowing I wouldn't talk to her again, but knowing that I wouldn't regret what I was about to do. "Jane?" And as she looked at me....

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Oh, Oh, Oh, Oooh.

"You shouldn't tell God how big your problems are; You should tell your problems how big your God is." - bluetin49 (via Youtube Comment)

The maximum capacity of God completely surpasses any number ever imaginable. To be able to think, feel, be alive. God, the creator, completely wants to have his way with your life, the God that transcends your largest dreams and highest visions, and we say "No. Maybe next time."

I find it hard to believe that it is simply out of ignorance that people say no. Look at the world around us. To conquer unknown territory, to accomplish the impossible, the breath, and live, and remain joyful. There must be a God, and moreso, a personal God with no regrets or shame in knowing or creating us.

No regrets, no shame in knowing or creating us.

We complain we don't have enough clothes. We complain we don't have enough money. We complain we don't know enough, that there are too many questions, that there are too many "grey" area's, that there are too many people hurting and in pain, and we not once look at the pain endured by God:

His people complain and fix nothing. There are children in Africa starving, and HE'S to blame? I'm sorry, I forgot, he made us to simply stay at home and NOT change the world. My bad.


Lets change the world, Lets make the difference everyone so desires to make, Lets move past the mountains that our ancestors were unable to climb.

Unless, of course, you like the way things have been going...

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I had the idea to post this while watching one of my favorite shows "FlashForward." (I feel this show is becoming what LOST was/is.) The following excerpt is page 43 of a book called "The Memoirs I wish I could Write."

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-ved me. But I didn't believe it.
So, I left. As I rushed home, the rustling of the leaves against the burning floor on a summer night made me pause a moment, and reconsider my reaction. Had she known? Could she really see through everything I had said?
"Why can't I be...?" And while I was about to pour my heart out to the tree's that stood so tall, a voice broke the silence of the wind.
"Isaiah!" I turned around, and saw her. She still wouldn't give up. She still wouldn't stop. After everything I had done to her, after everything that was said, she continued to show me that unconditional love I desperately needed.
"Isaiah, please. Don't do this. Stop killing 'us'!" she yelled. And it was at that moment, that very traceable moment, that I realized I held the keys to my happiness. Would I open the door called my heart to another, or would I let him hold me back? Too many "if's", and not enough answers.
"Jane. Don't do this to me. Don't pretend like this is easy. Don't pretend 'us' is enough for me to-

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