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The waiting place, they say, is a waste of time; A place where the unwitting and hopeless twiddle their thumbs. The waiting place, they've told me, is an empty room Where ticking clocks oppress the soul and the sunk sinks low. I came into this waiting place today, looking for white walls And an infinitude of sterile, blue chairs. But when my feet landed in the waiting place, I looked down at a bed of waiting flowers. Waiting lilies and dazzling, wild blossoms fed the air With a fragrance that beckoned me to linger. When I looked upon the waiting place, There was nothing stagnant or sterile about it. The clocks were erased; wending waters bu

Okay, because I believe this is very important, I'm going to be writing about logic. More specifically, Logic and Christianity. No, they are not incompatible. I just finished (or at least I believe I finished) talking arguing with someone on the topic. In the middle of the topic, I learned some tactics of Apologists, people who argue on the behalf of Christianity. I'll be sharing some of that too. I think the best way to describe the proper place of logic is to define it. Logic is a process of thought. It is using reason to come to a conclusion in a non-random fashion. Logic is reasonable (able to reason). Now, God, with all his power

Take that wrist and slit it through its sometimes all people want to do when the pain is real and your soul just feels every kind of pain that is revealed from this cold world, from this cold place but remember we all fall short of grace so thank Jesus for the starting line don't hide your face, we all have a race so finish what you start don't try to erase whats been done for you, what you right now feel For there is goodness and hope for those who let go of all there fears and finish the race, so run No don't run away, run to grace, the one that Jesus gave When he died on that cross, know hope isn't lost If you cant feel, then scream out h