eckomartyr for Christ

as i was walking to go to a couch to sit down a guy said "dreadlocks!" i turned and shook his hand and said "do i know you?" he said, "no but i always point out people with dreadlocks." i introduced myself and found his name is Matt john o'brian. tall lanky guy with dark hair looked like a non-hairy mike. personality like mikes (in a way). i have realized that i attract a certain type of people to bring to the lord. mike, dan, dax, possibly matt. the lord is using me to talk to people, and to lead people. i am a leader in whatever i will do. i miss mike.
this guy, matt, has been through it all with accidents. dan has been through it all with drugs and theft. dax has been through it all like sean penn on the movie u-turn. mike has been through it all with children and being used. how can i strengthen these men? how can god use me to talk to these guys. i will not soon forget matt. he was eager. all these men came to me, and not me to them. lets see.....irish christian. two years ago believer. sure but not fact. loves stories. loves saving peoples lives, and makin rope. went to canal to make rope. burned back. caved in chest. barbwire scars across front shoulders. aluminum shin. titanium in face. on probation for marijuana ?parifanialia? loves jesus. wants to glorify god. i do to.

prestoMonday, April 29, 2002 april 23, 2002

written 420
feeling of tranquility
accepting my skin as being my boundry
arms resting by my side
"i am as wide as my shoulders"
content in my place
not lacking anything
not extending to anything
rejoicing in my small existence
pleased to have my life
wanting nothing
pleased with he who is inside my skin
paused in peace.

prestoTuesday, April 23, 2002 april 8, 2002

THE SPIRIT OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!!!

my weakness is strength. where i am broken, i am solid. all the things i question, leave me satisfied, no matter if i have an answer.

people are always looking for answers, when all they are really focusing on is the questions. if you ask questions be prepared to have an answer. when the answer comes, do not be focusing on the next question, however focus on the answer to that question. I understand that it is very important to question, but i feel that america doesnt care really about the answer. we really dont want the answer cuz it could mean we are wrong, it could mean we have given up, it could mean "THE END"

new thought. i challenge u to read on...follow me down this road....

i have been fooling myself all along, i am telling myself all these things that build me up, and make me feel better about myself. i know what i want! i know what is best for me! this prize is the only thing that keeps me propelling myself forward. if i had an answer to that question, what would happen?? would i stop my momentum, well i now believe no, i would not, however i would start my motion. i am not going anywhere right now. i am stuck in a rut. if i know the answer to the question:what is my purpose? then i can truly pick up the pace where as now, i am spreading myself thin trying new things or going in totally wrong directions (they may not be bad ones though)

prestoMonday, April 08, 2002 april 5, 2002

April 05, 2002 - 12:37 am

work. work. work.
we didnt do much tonight, well in the way of actual work. after lunch we talked about jesus. to back up and throw give the story some backround....
two weeks ago two 'black/african-american/negro' whatever name u would choose to be correct. i will choose two angels began to work at amerigraph. both very big men. both very kind smiles. kind hearted. big hands (ibelieve a show of strength) talking with these men is very easy. the man named keith makes me laugh. his eyes are very soft. when i look into them, i feel i see his soft soul. since the day i saw him, i knew that he was blessed. i found out his name tonight, as well as his brothers, mike. both blessed, and both beautiful humans. well, turns out i was defending jesus tonight and mike walks in. missing his two front teeth, and with a flamboyant personality inquires about my faith. do i go to church, what church, what do i believe in, do i believe once saved always saved? i answer accordinally. yes i go to church, the vinyard, it is non-denominational, i believe that all denominations are a different part of the body of christ and will all make it into heaven. the last question was more detailed but he then tells me that last october he graduated from bible college and is pastoring at a small chruch on refugee and winchester pike. we automatically see eye to eye. through the course of our debate with a couple athiests i have one difference in belief, nothing to make of anything. for the next couple of hours we were talking and got really heated. after a while i realized that we were beating our heads on a wall, i walked out. however these kinda debates always leave me wanting more. i know that dave will prolly never change his mind, and i know that he hates my lifestyle, well not necessarily my lifestyle but the book i follow. i understand how having 3 people talking to you about "the one way street" that he feels that is the only way to get to heaven. everytime we brought out scripture he would say, "HEY, heres another spoonful!!" very sarcastically. his roomate came in and they were talking about the bible and christianity, and for that matter any organized religion as being spoon-fed oatmeal. "have another bite!" like you were speaking to your child in the high chair. i was telling them that i have swallowed the other stuff they eat, and it only made me more hungry where this "oatmeal" fills me up. it does. i have walked with satan and i feel that it has only dragged me down, and wore me out. not to say i dont get worn out in my daily walk with christ, but i have hope, and peace and knowledge of truth. i am happy to be in the truth. i only pray that i colkjz';jv'dfpgja
fa'dvmxcvcxvthese people that do not know god zdvzxcgasdofijadfkl;jadflkjawepoifjadf;lkadv o;aisdjfkl;vo werihjasdl;fkowiehrqkweml;z,xcm/vasi9
religion sucks. i want to walk with him so that he can speak to those around me.

prestoFriday, April 05, 2002