A Christian?

   
In a CNN poll posted March 9th, 2009 it was said that 75% of Americans call themselves Christians. 

How many of those do you think are authentic?  It is my personal belief that the vast majority of

those are lying either to themselves, the poll takers, or both.  I believe that what those people think

they are being asked is Do you go to church? or Do you believe in God? or even a higher power?
 
Just because you go to church or believe in God does not mean you are a Christian.

"Going to church doesn't make you a Christian anymore than going to McDonald's makes you a

 hamburger." ~Keith Green  What makes you a Christian

is being like Christ, and you cannot do that unless you are saved.  Are you saved?  If not then the

hour to change that is now, and I say that as a loving warning.  Some people may ask themselves

"How do I know I am saved?." The answer is simple ask yourself "If I were to die right now, as I am

reading this, where would I go?", and if you have even the slightest doubt of your destination get on

your knees and pray to Jesus.  The Lord has loved you from the very second you were conceived, if

not sooner, and every second you spend dead in sin, is a second you could have spent alive in Christ. 

God loves all his children and does not want a single one of them in hell.  Maybe you have had a

breakdown moment or two or three, but what does that matter if you walked away unchanged? 

Paul said in Romans 8:1 "There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus,

who walk not after the flesh, but after the spirit."  If you really loved Christ you would give up your

your life for him.  This does not mean that you need to die tied to a stake.  What it means is that you

spend your time with him. Not in the pews on a Sunday but in your Heart.  If you do not get on the

cross like Jesus told you, you are not worthy of him Matthew 10:38. Drink of the living water

Jesus Christ and you will not thirst John 4:10-12. 

                                                 

                                                       Are you a Christian or not???...

About Me

    I was born in Nashville, Tennessee in early Spring. I have been home schooled almost all my life ,and moved across the country twice. My earliest memories are from my childhood in Virginia. I lived in an apartment complex, where everyone was busy. I had my friends there, but most of them would come and go(no doubt because of financial issues.) I do recall that I had a friend there named Daniel. Daniel, as I recall had a Spanish mother who loved company and fat cheeks. We spent our days there playing Sonic the Hedgehog on Daniel's game system or Dragon Ball Z Kai fighting outside(I was not permitted to watch Dragon Ball, so I had no idea what anyone was talking about, ha ha.) I remember visiting my mother's friend a lot as well. She had a daughter, who was one of those kids who's company would be more pleasantly avoided then confronted; unfortunately for me, my best friend was also her son. I also met a boy there who was destined to be my companion. I remember it vividly. We met each other for breakfast, and all we did was stare at each other, awkward... The last memory I have of those people, For the first time I met them, I was in Woods Hole, Massachusetts. I was sitting on a stone wall with beautiful flowers all around, the sound of the waves, and obnoxious words saying"Are you afraid of petals?!" while their utterer shoved a rose petal around in my face. My memories there are few, as I was soon moved to Montana.
    In Montana I met the same boy who stared at me for a whole breakfast...Stevey. Ironically, we ended up living there with them for quite a long period of time. Needless to say, living in a state where there is snow on the ground nine months out of the year and mountains everywhere, certainly changed my perspective of the world.  I had little contact with my best friend from Virginia during my years in Montana, but would evetually see him as he was Stevey's cousin.  In Montana I had my first crush.  Her name was Caitlyn, and she was another one of Stevey's cousins.  We got gossiped and teased about for years after, even though I rarely saw her.  To this day we are still friends but thats it.  I recall often the wonders of God's creations I beheld there, as we usually had an annual visit to Glacier Stone Park.  Almost everything I saw there has been perminately imprinted on my mind.  Of course during this time Stevey became my new bff, and we got into many pickles together.  There are plenty instances of our mischievous behavior I can remember in an instant.  We used to play in the storage area for a business his father owned, play Goldeneye 007 on his uncle's Nintendo 64 while his uncle slept (10:00 a.m.), and the list goes on and on.  The thing I remember most about those years though, was how they flew by.  There where plenty experiences I had there still pieces of my life, but I believe I took a lot for granted.  I had moved from being a lower class American to upper class in just a few years. Constantly having a companion by my side, was something I believed would always be there.  After my family got on its feet though we moved cross country again.
    For the most part I was crushed.  I did not understand why things were the way they were, and I became somewhat depressed.  We began renting a house out in what I like to call "The middle of nowhere."  I did not have any friends there, besides my direct family.  Oh sure, we had people for a cup of tea every now and then; sure we were not forgotten; however, I felt a need to be in society.  So I engaged my parents about a path I knew always lead to people ,Sports.  I became a baseball player at GYB.  Although I had never played baseball before, I had nailed the sport by my second year, and was meeting people left and right.  After a brief periods of moving around, I was finally settled in what is now still my home.  I have reconnected with many of my old friends, and made new ones to.
    During my early years here several key things happened.(1) I dropped sports and became interested in music, dance, and acting.(2) I reconnected with many lost friends and family.(3) I meet my dearest friend Andrew.(4) Last but certainly the most important, I got saved and born again. 
   Jesus called on my heart while I was deeply entrenched in sin.  To tell the truth, I don't think I would have been exposed in all my crimes to this day had Jesus not called me.  At first I would put conditions on my heart when I gave it to the Lord.  I finally surrendered all to him when I was 14.  Since then He has moved me and called me in ways I never before thought possible.  I don't know the exact date of my salvation ;because it did not all happen in one day.  I was on the cross days before the Lord drew me up. I needed to be.  Now I am forever his servant ,and joyful because of it Hallelujah!

For Starters...

    I want to start off by telling you a little bit more about myself.  I'm 15.  I have 3 brothers and 1 sister.  I have a crazy big Great Pyrenees dog named Stanley; for short his full name is 'Stanley Duke of Wales'.  He's 3 years old and looks like a polar bear.  I gave him an English title because I have a fascination in English culture and history.  I have so gotten into the practice of English necessities that I have picked up my own English Accent (which constantly annoys my family, but it quite amuses me.) Hehe I have even had people come up to me and ask me if I was from England.  My Mom was even asked if I was adopted!  I have had a history of sports before I picked up music by an interesting turn of events. At first I was devoted to learning the piano. Then we got I piano teacher who was with all due respect definitely the most explosive personality I had ever met (which is up against some very steep competition.)  After a while she quit because one of our toy poodles (fake dogs) got out of the house and almost ran right into a car.  Then I was kind of lost as far as piano goes I thought it was because of my lack of ability that see left, so I quit.  Then my mother got a beautiful Martin acoustic guitar.  I started practicing that thing like nobody's business.  I immediately got into ,in my opinion, the greatest guitarist ever to play a instrument with strings PHIL KEAGGY!  Although I had been originally into modern pop, hip hop, and  rap, Phil drew the line for me and from then on developed my musical awareness through his talent. From then on you could ask anyone what other name they thought of when they heard my name, and the answer would be Phil Keaggy.  I was still however using my mother's guitar until... One crazy day when I heard the sound of my mother playing in her room. It was so amazing I thought it was an illusion literally.  I thought "Maybe they have got the radio on in there or something." For my 14th birthday I walked in that room... and there it was... an American made authentic "Fender Stratocaster," with maple neck and a beautiful rose wood body.  Me and my friend have been trying to start a band ever since.