I've noticed that the past several posts I've made on this blog have been very harsh, very angry, and very pointed. I've lashed out at the world like a man scorned. But I can only wallow in my own bitterness for so long before it starts to eat at me. Its normal to be angry when one sees things that one knows simply should not be. But to continue to rage against the world and never take the time to change it -- that suggests that one would prefer to be angry than to be satisfied.
This past Sunday I attended a joint Spanish-English service at Journey Baptist Church, where two Hispanic churches from the surrounding area came and worshiped with their Anglo brothers and sisters. The pastor from the Mount Vernon congregation said two things that struck me: (1) "If I can't use the gifts that God has given me for His glory, I am a miserable person," and (2) "when I became disgusted with the complacency of the people in my church, my pastor said that I was looking at man too much. I needed to look at God more."
Well, that's where I am right now. I see churches as a whole trading their desire to seek after the Lord with a desire to stay in the black. No one wants to be effective anymore--we all just want to be big and well known. (No, being big and well known does not equal effective, and being well known for how much of a butt hole you are about your beliefs is not being effective either). And I've made clear my frustrations about that being the trend. But after Sunday, I feel like the Lord is telling me that it's time to do something about it. Rather than sit on my butt and become bitter about how the world is, I need to get up, use my gifts, and be the change that I want to see. I need to look at man less and look at God more.
One of the things I enjoyed most about my time in vocational ministry was teaching. And while I am thankful for the opportunity I have now to focus on my own relationship with Christ and to focus on being the husband and father I'm supposed to be, I do miss the chance to present Scripture in a practical way that (hopefully) helps to improve the lives of others. Maybe the reason I'm harboring such bitterness is because I'm looking at man too much, and I instead need to look at God more. Maybe I need to exercise my gifts to make the world better instead of waiting for it to get better on its own.
I've got some ideas in the works on exactly how I can do that. I'm also trying to keep my eyes forward to what God wants me to do once I move to Shreveport. I don't see much out there that I honestly feel like I could buy into with everything, but I don't want to sit and be stagnant either. The only solution I see is to go out and create that which I wish existed. I'm still working on how to do that, but the Lord is showing me what I need to see with each step.
Keep Soaring,
B
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Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
Motivations...
My last post was somewhat heavy, and a lot of people had opinions on what I had to say. I feel like a little background to the post may be warranted.
My dad and I are going to the Kingdom Man Conference this weekend. I'm really looking forward to it. But not for the usual reasons. Dr. Tony Evans, I'm sure, is a great speaker. And Shane and Shane leading worship is a guarantee that it will be a night to remember. But that's not what I'm most excited about.
The topic of the whole conference is Biblical manhood--how to be a man of God and how to measure our "manliness" according to His standards. It's a topic that has been in the forefront of my mind for months now.
Why? Because of Brayson. As he grows older, it's going to be my responsibility to teach him what it means to be a man. What he thinks a man is, how he views manhood, for good or bad, is going to be directly affected by how he sees me live my life. And I want to give him his best chance.
I pray every night that one day Brayson will come to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. And when that day comes, he's going to need community. He's going to need to walk with others as he grows in his relationship with Christ. "There is no such thing as a Lone Ranger Christian," my former pastor used to say. He needs community to help him grow.
What I don't want for him is for his relationship with Christ to become a sanitized, habitual, obligatory duty to be performed once a week and then forgotten until the next Sunday. I don't want him to measure his relationship with Christ based on a checklist that even the lost could keep up with. I want him to desire a righteousness that "surpasses the Pharisees" (Matthew 5:20). I want him to "throw off everything that hinders" him (Hebrews 12:1). I want his relationship with Christ to be something so central that it permeates to every part of his life, from the clothes he wears to the classes he takes to the food he eats to the games he plays. But, lately, it seems that those in a body of believers who truly desire a radical, life-altering relationship with Christ are overshadowed and ostracized by those who desire homeostasis, control, and prestige. And the only response people have when that is brought to their attention is "yeah, well, no church is perfect." No desire for change, no yearning to be better than what we are. Just a simple, defeated attitude that this is as good as its ever going to get. It scares me to think of sending my son out into that. Because that's what happened to those two families I mentioned, and they are suffering for it.
I realize that no church is perfect, that there are always going to be problems no matter where I go. But I can't just sit here and hope that Brayson can make the best out of what's out there. I want to give him his best chance, and that means I can't just sit on the sidelines and accept things as they are. In the words of Ross King, "smaller victories will never be all right with me, 'cause I've got my intentions set on bigger things than that."
We'll be moving to Shreveport soon, and once we get there, it's going to be a while before Mandy and I decide to be part of any church. I'm less concerned about having my name on a roll than I am about being part of a community that is actually going to follow Christ, even if it means stepping away from comfort and control. Because I want to give Brayson his best chance. And that is more important to me than a lifetime of Sundays spent sitting in a pew.
Love me, hate me, burn me at the stake---that's where I am right now.
My dad and I are going to the Kingdom Man Conference this weekend. I'm really looking forward to it. But not for the usual reasons. Dr. Tony Evans, I'm sure, is a great speaker. And Shane and Shane leading worship is a guarantee that it will be a night to remember. But that's not what I'm most excited about.
The topic of the whole conference is Biblical manhood--how to be a man of God and how to measure our "manliness" according to His standards. It's a topic that has been in the forefront of my mind for months now.
Why? Because of Brayson. As he grows older, it's going to be my responsibility to teach him what it means to be a man. What he thinks a man is, how he views manhood, for good or bad, is going to be directly affected by how he sees me live my life. And I want to give him his best chance.
I pray every night that one day Brayson will come to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. And when that day comes, he's going to need community. He's going to need to walk with others as he grows in his relationship with Christ. "There is no such thing as a Lone Ranger Christian," my former pastor used to say. He needs community to help him grow.
What I don't want for him is for his relationship with Christ to become a sanitized, habitual, obligatory duty to be performed once a week and then forgotten until the next Sunday. I don't want him to measure his relationship with Christ based on a checklist that even the lost could keep up with. I want him to desire a righteousness that "surpasses the Pharisees" (Matthew 5:20). I want him to "throw off everything that hinders" him (Hebrews 12:1). I want his relationship with Christ to be something so central that it permeates to every part of his life, from the clothes he wears to the classes he takes to the food he eats to the games he plays. But, lately, it seems that those in a body of believers who truly desire a radical, life-altering relationship with Christ are overshadowed and ostracized by those who desire homeostasis, control, and prestige. And the only response people have when that is brought to their attention is "yeah, well, no church is perfect." No desire for change, no yearning to be better than what we are. Just a simple, defeated attitude that this is as good as its ever going to get. It scares me to think of sending my son out into that. Because that's what happened to those two families I mentioned, and they are suffering for it.
I realize that no church is perfect, that there are always going to be problems no matter where I go. But I can't just sit here and hope that Brayson can make the best out of what's out there. I want to give him his best chance, and that means I can't just sit on the sidelines and accept things as they are. In the words of Ross King, "smaller victories will never be all right with me, 'cause I've got my intentions set on bigger things than that."
We'll be moving to Shreveport soon, and once we get there, it's going to be a while before Mandy and I decide to be part of any church. I'm less concerned about having my name on a roll than I am about being part of a community that is actually going to follow Christ, even if it means stepping away from comfort and control. Because I want to give Brayson his best chance. And that is more important to me than a lifetime of Sundays spent sitting in a pew.
Love me, hate me, burn me at the stake---that's where I am right now.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
My broken heart and why its broken...
The whole point of this blog was to allow others to see the work that God is doing in my life. To see my struggles, hear my questions, and watch me seek the answers. My hopes were that as I struggled to understand my God and what His plan is for my life, it would somehow lead others to him. If I were truly transparent about my relationship with Him, then maybe someone out there in cyber space could benefit from it. That's why I called it "God's Forge." As God forged and molded me and burned out the impurities, it would hopefully become a beacon for others to draw close to Him.
There's a lot I want to say right now, so many frustrations and hard questions I want to ask. But these questions don't involve just me. They connect with others that may not want that transparency. So, in true Dragnet fashion, "The names have been changed to protect the innocent..." and in some cases the guilty, too. I am deliberately making this as vague as possible. If you think any of this is about you, that is probably just the Holy Spirit convicting you.
I know a family who used to be active in church. Now they're not. The mother has sworn off church altogether, because at every major crisis event in her life, when she has turned to the church for help, she has received none (and before you say anything, I was there when she went through most of those. She isn't exaggerating. She needed help and received none.) The father is technically a member of a church, but he hasn't felt needed or wanted for such a long time that the community feeling he's used to is long gone. Both of them attend a life group that they enjoy, but have flat out told me that they don't trust that group with their struggles. They just go for the Bible study. The oldest child was in vocational ministry, but has since left and has no plans of returning, not wanting to "play the game" anymore. The middle child gave up on church a long time ago after being stabbed in the back by men and women the family respected, and a relationship with God is just now starting to recover from it. The youngest child, now a college student, has felt more community and genuine concern in the Greek life on campus than the Christian organizations, college and career classes, or youth groups ever gave. Fifteen years ago, every Sunday morning, all five of them would be in church in their pew ready to serve God however He asked them to. Now, they serve God as best they can, but it will be a long time before they feel the need to be in a church again. If ever.
I've met another family still active in the church. The father's in vocational ministry, and he's good at it. He's led scores of people to Christ in the past year alone, not to mention all those he's led over the course of his career. Everywhere he goes, his ministry is blessed. But he can never stay in one place for longer than a few years. Every ministry position he has ever held, there has always been someone with power in the church that takes issue with him, and it always escalates to the point that he either is asked to leave or felt the need to leave himself. And power is always the issue. He's doing God's work, leading in the direction God wants him to go, and he meets resistance in every form every step of the way from people that have the audacity to call him "brother." And all the drama is because things aren't going their way. "That's not the camp I wanted. That's not the program I wanted. That's not the Sunday School material I wanted." And the stress of it all is affecting him in ways that he never thought it would.
On and on the list goes. And, yes, I know that "no church is perfect." But we're not talking about a tiff here or there because someone lost their temper. I see an epidemic of a consistent need for control. The buildings on the hills with the shining steeples are no longer beacons of light for their communities They're glorified country clubs with social ladders, political agendas, and a board of directors that care more about keeping "the company" in the black than they do about being effective in completing the Great Commission. It's not about serving God anymore. It's about serving our own ego, so at the end of the week we can look at our monuments we've built to our own sense of self-worth and feel good about our "Christian" label. And it's happening all over.
What have we become?!? What have we allowed the Bride of Christ to fall into? At what point did the church become a business? When did the traditions of a governing body of old men become more important than the Holy written Word of God? When did appearance become more important than sincerity?
WHEN DID WE DECIDE WE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE GOD WE ARE SUPPOSED TO FOLLOW?!?
My heart breaks for what passes as a church these days. I've done my best to reach out to these two families, and so many others like them. But, honestly, there are some wounds that all the apologizing in the world simply won't heal. I hope and pray that these families one day find the community that the Church is supposed to be.
We need to repent, church. We need to repent.
"Consider how far you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first. If you do not repent, I will come to you and remove your lampstand from its place." --Revelation 2:5
There's a lot I want to say right now, so many frustrations and hard questions I want to ask. But these questions don't involve just me. They connect with others that may not want that transparency. So, in true Dragnet fashion, "The names have been changed to protect the innocent..." and in some cases the guilty, too. I am deliberately making this as vague as possible. If you think any of this is about you, that is probably just the Holy Spirit convicting you.
I know a family who used to be active in church. Now they're not. The mother has sworn off church altogether, because at every major crisis event in her life, when she has turned to the church for help, she has received none (and before you say anything, I was there when she went through most of those. She isn't exaggerating. She needed help and received none.) The father is technically a member of a church, but he hasn't felt needed or wanted for such a long time that the community feeling he's used to is long gone. Both of them attend a life group that they enjoy, but have flat out told me that they don't trust that group with their struggles. They just go for the Bible study. The oldest child was in vocational ministry, but has since left and has no plans of returning, not wanting to "play the game" anymore. The middle child gave up on church a long time ago after being stabbed in the back by men and women the family respected, and a relationship with God is just now starting to recover from it. The youngest child, now a college student, has felt more community and genuine concern in the Greek life on campus than the Christian organizations, college and career classes, or youth groups ever gave. Fifteen years ago, every Sunday morning, all five of them would be in church in their pew ready to serve God however He asked them to. Now, they serve God as best they can, but it will be a long time before they feel the need to be in a church again. If ever.
I've met another family still active in the church. The father's in vocational ministry, and he's good at it. He's led scores of people to Christ in the past year alone, not to mention all those he's led over the course of his career. Everywhere he goes, his ministry is blessed. But he can never stay in one place for longer than a few years. Every ministry position he has ever held, there has always been someone with power in the church that takes issue with him, and it always escalates to the point that he either is asked to leave or felt the need to leave himself. And power is always the issue. He's doing God's work, leading in the direction God wants him to go, and he meets resistance in every form every step of the way from people that have the audacity to call him "brother." And all the drama is because things aren't going their way. "That's not the camp I wanted. That's not the program I wanted. That's not the Sunday School material I wanted." And the stress of it all is affecting him in ways that he never thought it would.
On and on the list goes. And, yes, I know that "no church is perfect." But we're not talking about a tiff here or there because someone lost their temper. I see an epidemic of a consistent need for control. The buildings on the hills with the shining steeples are no longer beacons of light for their communities They're glorified country clubs with social ladders, political agendas, and a board of directors that care more about keeping "the company" in the black than they do about being effective in completing the Great Commission. It's not about serving God anymore. It's about serving our own ego, so at the end of the week we can look at our monuments we've built to our own sense of self-worth and feel good about our "Christian" label. And it's happening all over.
What have we become?!? What have we allowed the Bride of Christ to fall into? At what point did the church become a business? When did the traditions of a governing body of old men become more important than the Holy written Word of God? When did appearance become more important than sincerity?
WHEN DID WE DECIDE WE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE GOD WE ARE SUPPOSED TO FOLLOW?!?
My heart breaks for what passes as a church these days. I've done my best to reach out to these two families, and so many others like them. But, honestly, there are some wounds that all the apologizing in the world simply won't heal. I hope and pray that these families one day find the community that the Church is supposed to be.
We need to repent, church. We need to repent.
"Consider how far you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first. If you do not repent, I will come to you and remove your lampstand from its place." --Revelation 2:5
Friday, January 11, 2013
Stepping Down and Stepping Out...
We've had some major changes happen over the past week, necessary but still heartbreaking. I read a friend's blog yesterday about "stepping out into the unknown" when following Christ. My situation isn't nearly as drastic as his--he and his wife are going on an 11 month mission journey to serve the "least of these" in 11 different countries, and you can keep up with their journey here--but I can understand the feeling of moving forward according to God's call and not being 100% sure where that calling is leading you.
In case you haven't heard yet, I am resigning as pastor of Union Baptist Church. The main reason is time--there simply isn't enough of it. Between trying to be an effective Algebra 1 teacher, a good pastor, and a present and active husband and father, I'm not really fully present anywhere. Instead of doing everything to the best of my ability, I'm really only giving a third of what I could be doing.
Now don't get me wrong--I have a sermon prepared every Sunday, students' grades are updated in a relatively timely manner, and Brayson and Mandy spend time with me every night. But while I sit at home, playing with Brayson, I'm thinking about all the people I should have visited before I came home and the sermon that, even though its Saturday night, still hasn't been finished. And while I'm at church preaching sermons and casting visions, I'm thinking about that pile of tests that still hasn't been graded and how the responsible thing to do would be to skip out on my Sunday afternoon nap and get them graded. And finally, when I get to school, I am flooded every class period with the results of a dad not being active in his child's life, and it makes me angry that I'm so distracted when I play with Brayson. On and on the cycle has gone until finally, through long talks with God, family, and friends, I've decided to make a change.
I have no idea what happens now. I know I'm finishing out the school year in Sulphur Springs. I know I'm moving back to Shreveport in the summer--when I feel lost, going home always seems to help. But beyond that, I have no idea. I don't know if I'll be back in vocational ministry. And if I am, I don't know that I'll be in Shreveport when it happens.
There is one thing I am certain of. Before God called me to be a pastor, before He called me to be a teacher--he called me to be a husband and a father. Churches come and go, and education standards change every few years. But I am always going to be Mandy's husband and Brayson's father. And if there is one job I am NOT going to do halfway, it's that.
I realize a lot of you won't understand this. It seems the assumption is that if I'm not employed at a church then I'm "falling out of the ministry." But a calling to ministry is something that goes beyond an occupation. I still am doing God's work. The specific work I am doing is just changing. To what, I don't know, but God will reveal that to me in His time.
In the meantime, I'm going to use this opportunity to grow. I'm going to study purely for the sake of edification and not because I have a lesson to prepare. I'm going to spend time on my knees asking God the hard questions that I was afraid to ask before. I'm going to dare to challenge my beliefs and hold them up against the Word of God. I'm going to walk into the furnace, let all the impurities burn out, and let God shape me into what He wants. Then, at the end of all this, perhaps I'll have a better understanding of exactly what kind of tool God wants me to be.
One thing I do want to make clear...in a world where pastors are constantly leaving because of scandals and splits, that is NOT the case here. I have nothing but love for the people of Union Baptist Church. They have been very kind to us these past two and a half years and have shown us a love that I haven't seen in a church anywhere else. They will always hold a very special place in my heart, and I will always look back on my time with them with fondness and love.
So, as the title suggests, I'm stepping down and stepping out. And, like Indiana Jones going for the Grail, even though I can't see the rock bridge under me, I have faith that God put it there.
Here.....we........GO!!!!!!
Keep Soaring (even if you have no idea where you're going),
B
Friday, July 20, 2012
Batman and the Body...
I never meant for this blog to be a rant blog, but it seems like the only time I sit down to write is when I have a bone to pick. Note for the future, write about more positive things...
Concerning the tragedy that occured in Aurora, CO, last night, my head's been in a weird place. It was hard for me to sit through The Dark Knight Rises today without jumping at every person that stood up and went to go to the bathroom. I get on facebook and see the response. Scott McDaniel, a free lance artist whose drawn a lot of the Bat family over the years, puts up a special Bat symbol with a ribbon in memory of those who died. I thought it was cool, so I started to look and see what other people have done. I find a thread of discussion where these people, most if not all of them professing Christians, are discussing everything from how this will affect gun control to how comic books are evil to whether or not the killer was possessed.
At least 12 people died!!!! Are we so heartless that we waste time debating meaningless points when people are hurting?!? This is a time to shine as lights in a dark world, to be the body of Christ like we're supposed to be!! But no, we can't do that, because it's really important to decide whether or not a man in custody is possessed or not.
I think we're possessed...possessed by our own self-importance and fallen nature. We must be if we can so flippantly dismiss the pain of others because we want to prove a point about theology or gun control. We must be if negative comments about society and comic books come out of our mouths when people around us are hurting.
Something's wrong, brothers and sisters. We are not the people of God we should be if this is the best we can do when tragedy strikes.
I'm done.
Keep Soaring,
Branson
Concerning the tragedy that occured in Aurora, CO, last night, my head's been in a weird place. It was hard for me to sit through The Dark Knight Rises today without jumping at every person that stood up and went to go to the bathroom. I get on facebook and see the response. Scott McDaniel, a free lance artist whose drawn a lot of the Bat family over the years, puts up a special Bat symbol with a ribbon in memory of those who died. I thought it was cool, so I started to look and see what other people have done. I find a thread of discussion where these people, most if not all of them professing Christians, are discussing everything from how this will affect gun control to how comic books are evil to whether or not the killer was possessed.
At least 12 people died!!!! Are we so heartless that we waste time debating meaningless points when people are hurting?!? This is a time to shine as lights in a dark world, to be the body of Christ like we're supposed to be!! But no, we can't do that, because it's really important to decide whether or not a man in custody is possessed or not.
I think we're possessed...possessed by our own self-importance and fallen nature. We must be if we can so flippantly dismiss the pain of others because we want to prove a point about theology or gun control. We must be if negative comments about society and comic books come out of our mouths when people around us are hurting.
Something's wrong, brothers and sisters. We are not the people of God we should be if this is the best we can do when tragedy strikes.
I'm done.
Keep Soaring,
Branson
Sunday, July 15, 2012
I await the words that You say...
Got a lot on my mind this morning. There's a lot that the Lord is dealing with me about. Things that I've always known, some things I am only recently understanding, and some things I never will understand. My head fills like a suitcase that someone tried to pack too many clothes in, and I'm trying to sort through it all to find out what's necessary and what I can just let go of.
I've been going through a complete paradigm shift in my faith. It started three years ago, but it has really been going on the past year. Not to worry, I still hold to my faith in Christ. He is the way, the truth, and the life, and no one comes to the Father except through him. I still hold to being saved by grace alone through faith alone in Christ alone. I still believe that the Bible is God's revelation of Himself to man, and that anything anyone claims to be from God, if it truly is, should be in alignment with what the Bible says. I just wonder if some of the things in churchdom we hold to so dearly today are really all that important in the eyes of God. Or, even worse, do they actually hinder our growing relationship with God?
It's been no great surprise that I've always had a soft spot in my heart for people who left the church because they were hurt by the church. I still have all the posts from my Advocate for the Outcast blog saved. But when I sit down and talk with these people and discover what it is that hurt them, I'm ashamed. Most of the time, they weren't sent away on matters of doctrine and theology. They weren't in the middle of grievous sin and were held accountable to it. Most of the people I see that leave the church leave it because what they hear preached and what they see do not go together. I won't discuss them in detail here....no one would have the time to read it. But I have to say....I really couldn't defend us to them, other than to say, "We're not all like that."
I think of my son, and how I am supposed to be a representation of God to him. When he sees me, he is to see an example of how a follower of Christ should live. And I fear for what my example may show him. I don't want to teach him a Christianity where geographical location on Sunday and financial support of an institution is all there is to following Christ. That shouldn't be the end all and be all for him. I want him to have a faith so powerful that it spurs him on to live for the Lord. I want to see him so amazed by God's power that he falls to his knees in worship. I want to see him so desperate for God's presence that he closes himself off in his room so that he can read and pray. I want to see his faith affect more than what he does on Sunday. And I have to face the realization that, unless I model that for him, he may never know what that's like.
I covet your prayers. I seek the Lord's wisdom as to what my response should be, what changes in my life I need to make. I seek the Lord's wisdom as to this paradigm shift, and whether or not its Him drawing me close or my own head getting me farther away. I don't want to take one step without knowing its in God's will. But at the same time, I don't want to miss an opportunity to live like God intended me to.
Keep Soaring,
B
I've been going through a complete paradigm shift in my faith. It started three years ago, but it has really been going on the past year. Not to worry, I still hold to my faith in Christ. He is the way, the truth, and the life, and no one comes to the Father except through him. I still hold to being saved by grace alone through faith alone in Christ alone. I still believe that the Bible is God's revelation of Himself to man, and that anything anyone claims to be from God, if it truly is, should be in alignment with what the Bible says. I just wonder if some of the things in churchdom we hold to so dearly today are really all that important in the eyes of God. Or, even worse, do they actually hinder our growing relationship with God?
It's been no great surprise that I've always had a soft spot in my heart for people who left the church because they were hurt by the church. I still have all the posts from my Advocate for the Outcast blog saved. But when I sit down and talk with these people and discover what it is that hurt them, I'm ashamed. Most of the time, they weren't sent away on matters of doctrine and theology. They weren't in the middle of grievous sin and were held accountable to it. Most of the people I see that leave the church leave it because what they hear preached and what they see do not go together. I won't discuss them in detail here....no one would have the time to read it. But I have to say....I really couldn't defend us to them, other than to say, "We're not all like that."
I think of my son, and how I am supposed to be a representation of God to him. When he sees me, he is to see an example of how a follower of Christ should live. And I fear for what my example may show him. I don't want to teach him a Christianity where geographical location on Sunday and financial support of an institution is all there is to following Christ. That shouldn't be the end all and be all for him. I want him to have a faith so powerful that it spurs him on to live for the Lord. I want to see him so amazed by God's power that he falls to his knees in worship. I want to see him so desperate for God's presence that he closes himself off in his room so that he can read and pray. I want to see his faith affect more than what he does on Sunday. And I have to face the realization that, unless I model that for him, he may never know what that's like.
I covet your prayers. I seek the Lord's wisdom as to what my response should be, what changes in my life I need to make. I seek the Lord's wisdom as to this paradigm shift, and whether or not its Him drawing me close or my own head getting me farther away. I don't want to take one step without knowing its in God's will. But at the same time, I don't want to miss an opportunity to live like God intended me to.
Keep Soaring,
B
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