Personal Opinion

I guess it's just one thing that I won't understand unless I experience it. But, it's something that I never want to experience. Everyday I feel more and more blessed to be at a school that surrounds me with friends that will never pressure me to drink. Sometimes I scare myself by imagining the person that I would've become by going to LSU instead of MC. I'm very thankful to God for being so faithful to me during my undergraduate career in guiding me away from the things that create the typical college student.

Over the years I've remained in contact with a good number of people from back in Louisiana. Majority of them attend LSU and have changed into quite different people. The ones who still care about the God they loved back in early high school will justify their drinking while the others refuse to talk to me altogether. They feel like I judge them because I'm a Christian. And there is where the stereotype lies for Christians. All we do is point out the flaws of other people without looking at our own. Some of them will say things like, "I only go to be social," or "I never get drunk; just buzzed." Here is where I stand:

I've had life experiences that can give a huge reason for my hatred of alcohol. Right now I just want to jump on my soapbox and not talk about those, but rather, my historical stance. My main contention is this: In biblical times there existed very few beverages. The ones commonly referred to are beer, water, and wine. Wow! Two of these are alcoholic. But, even then scripture still stated that it was sinful to become drunk. By this understanding many of those who imbibe alcohol can justify themselves as not sinning due to not getting drunk. The idea of "buzzed" works. But, here's the thing. Nowadays we have MANY different beverages like soft drinks, juices, and flavored waters. So, at this point in time what is the purpose in drinking alcohol? When there are so many other options, why drink alcohol? Ah, yes. To get "loosened up and unwind." Is God not great enough to handle the smallest and greatest of problems? Is stress and decision-making not placed in your life for a reason? There are many other ways to relieve stress if necessary. Losing your inhibitions through the killing of brain cells does NOT have to be the solution.

I hear too many horror stories from the consumption of alcohol. Too many that keep me awake at night. I will forever abhor alcohol and the effects it has on those who partake in it. This is my personal opinion. You are entitled to your own.

*I am okay with wine for communion and I can tolerate champagne at a wedding, but that's about as far as I go.

I'm no poet

If there was just one, one to take back, it'd be you.
My first love and my first move.
You taught me to play my pawns in the perfect formation.
Dodging the Queen ever way we could.

However, she made me feel like just that.
I was a pawn. Neither a Knight of glory nor a Bishop of rule.
But you, you were the jester that brought a smile to this pawn's face.
You were my Princess and I your Prince.

I felt deemed to be your savior from the wicked Queen.
She struck you, leaving bruises on your wrists.
But, you could never leave. Leave what you had made. Leave what you knew.
You tried once, but I was not there to catch you and keep you.

I was not meant to save you.
Our journey had been wearisome and treacherous, but as much as I wanted to,
I was not meant to save you.

Our love dyed along with your hair.
The blonde turned black over night.
The phone stopped ringing and the letters stopped coming.
Even the postal service knew something was wrong.

I've been in prayer for you since then.
You're different now. You're more like her.
Your face tattooed on his arm in exchange for a ring.
I guess what you're wanting is what you're getting.

It seems as though you believed mother knew best.
The love was once so strong that our roots could break the ground like
Any hammer swung by the arms of John Henry himself.
But, you let the machine win didn't you?

"Was my kiss too weak?
Were your eyes too tired?
And much too young to be in love?
Much too young to be in love?"

If there was just one, one to take back, it'd be you.
But, you're not here.
The one I loved died years ago.
She's nowhere to be found among the black.

What a coincidence!

Would you say that you believe in coincidences? Perhaps fate? I can't say that I do. It is, and will always be, divine intervention for this guy. Today I sent a facebook message of encouragement to someone that I rarely see anymore. It was just something that I felt I should do. Surely enough, they responded by asking if what I had said was a chain note or another of the like. They found it amazing that I had sent them what I did, simply due to the fact that Monday hadn't really gotten underway and things were already tough on them. Also, I get a text message before American Lit from a friend asking me if it would be a good idea to skip or not. I told him that we had a quiz, but his sickness still kept him from class. I told him that I would do what I could for him. This professor doesn't allow make-ups for quizzes. As soon I walk into class I see it. On the board was written, "Take home quiz." You can't tell me that God isn't good. It doesn't matter if he's curing diseases or making a quiz "take home," His blessings are evident and I want, more than anything, to be a part of them.

Psalms 139:1-4
1 O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. 2 You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. 3 You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. 4 Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD.

1 John 3:19-20
19This then is how we know that we belong to the truth, and how we set our hearts at rest in his presence 20whenever our hearts condemn us. For God is greater than our hearts, and he knows everything.

PS. The Ultimate Ministry has a location!!! I believe it's getting close to time to find others willing to participate. God is so good!

What does huck, bid, pour, and praise mean?

Hi,
My name is Myles and I have a problem...I never thought I would be a blogger. If it's your first time to see this page or you haven't met me before, then allow me to enlighten you a little about myself; I'm going to be a clinical psychologist "when I grow up," I love the LSU tigers, I have a crazy obsession with The Flash of DC Comics, my favorite sport is Ultimate Frisbee, and most importantly, I live for a God who sent His only son to die for me so that I may inherit eternal life with Him. Now, to explain my title. A "huck" is a bomb, or a really long throw. A "bid" is an amazingly awesome attempt at catching a disc. This is pretty much any catch that looks awesome or a catch made anytime someone sacrifices their body. So, when I say to huck and bid, I mean to go all out and do things that may not be the most comfortable thing. I've spent the last three years of college organizing games of Ultimate for fun, but also for fellowship. At my school, there tend to be a lot of separation in respect to cliques and crowds. Ultimate was a way for me to bring together very diverse groups of people under one banner; the passion for the game. I consider Ultimate my ministry. I hope to take it with me on missions throughout my home state or possibly the world, God willing. That is why my page is titled "Huck, bid, pour, and praise." Be a blessing to someone this day.

New Blogger

So,
I'm gonna try this stuff out and see what happens. I don't know if anyone will ever read these, but to begin...this is a test. I repeat, this is ONLY a test.