Matthew 25:21

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15 Years Later

One of the bullies I dealt with in middle school after 9/11 sent me a message. I was and am still conflicted about it. I decided to not hold onto anger towards her anymore, but hurt doesn’t just disappear. It’s hard for me to be honest about this and especially to someone who helped cause it. But I’m sharing it in case it  helps someone else. Because the idea of Trump for president is both terrifying and looking all the more like a reality. Please, people, love each other. Please please please can the hatred, violence, bullying, murder, rage and everything else stop….

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Since Leelah’s tumblr blog was deleted by her abusive as shit mother, here’s a backup with all her posts saved and everything. Rest in peace, Leelah.

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feel it in my soul.

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That smile is just absolutely beautiful. heart melt.

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(by Kevin Russ)

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This is just really fantastic.

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i gasped

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This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.

Gary Provost (via alifelivedwell) what just happened to my emotions. (via hislivingpoetry)

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So you guys know in the Bible when God tells Abraham that his offspring will be as numerous as the stars in the sky?

Human birth rate: 4 per second Human death rate: 2 per second Star birth rate: 4 per second Star death rate: 2 per second

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jarridwilson:

Two weeks ago I had the pleasure of meeting a sixty-seven year old homeless man named Tom. In the last couple months I’ve noticed a growth of homelessness near  the edges of our city, but something about Tom was significantly different.

At first I gave Tom some change and offered to pray for him in passing, but once I returned to my car and preceded to drive off, something vibrant was telling me to go back. I got out of my car and decided I wasn’t going to ignore what God had put on my heart, and that my agenda will not be put before someone in need.

In returning to where Tom was sitting, I began to ask him about his story, and how he ended in the predicament he was today. Five years ago Tom lost everything he owned to Hurricane Katrina, and has been homeless ever since. He made his way to California to “try and make it”, but has fallen short like many others in similar situations. 

I came to find that Tom has no family, no friends, or living relatives within his reach. And the only person he had talked to in the last few years, was me.

I preceded to ask Tom if there was anything he needed. Or any way I could help.

1) Money?

2) Food?

3) Clothes?

4) A Cellphone?

Tom said, “a cellphone would be great for health related emergencies”. I told Tom to meet me in the same spot the next day, and I would have a pre-paid cellphone waiting for him. 

Sure enough, at the same spot the next day, Tom was waiting for me and I had his cellphone in hand. He began to thank me, shake my hand, and tell me how grateful he was for the phone. After praying and getting him some lunch, we parted ways and for the last two weeks have not since him since.

Yesterday, on the way back to my car I heard a familiar voice yell, “Hey Jarrid!”. And to my surprise, it was Tom, leaning up against the same curb grinning the same smile. I joyfully walked over to him and asked how he was doing, and where he had been. Tom began to share something with me that I will never forget. 

The day after I gave him the cellphone, Tom went into congestive heart failure underneath the bridge where he sleeps. Because of the cellphone, he was able to call 911,  and has been in hospital recovery ever since. 

Tom’s exact words to me were, “If it wasn’t for that phone, I would NOT be here today”.

That’s no coincidence. That’s God.

- Jarrid Wilson 

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