My Experience In Truth

There's a phrase that's being said a lot lately and it REALLY bugs me. When talking about different races, people say: "God doesn't see color, and neither should we." And so here's what I have to say: Are you serious??? Do you really think that God is colorblind? Do you really think that he doesn't see people's skin color? Do you really think that when He looks at us we're all the same? That's definitely not the God I know. The God I know MADE color, and He made us. If your skin is black, God made you that way ! If your skin is brown, God made you that way!  If your skin is white, God made you that way!   Of course God sees color! And the best part is, He loves it!  God loves color! God loves diversity! God wants us to be unique and He wants us to see each other's uniqueness! He wouldn't have put us all here on the same planet if He didn't want us to see each other's color. Somehow in the fight for equality, we lost...

"The Shedding Tree" There is a forest near my home Where through the ages trees have grown. Tall and mighty, towards the sky these trees have grown to please the eye. But though they're tall and heaven bound their roots are shallow in the ground. They grow too quickly to give thought to the parts that eyes see not. For many years the trees stand tall but just one storm can cause their fall. And when they finally hit the ground they split and crack with thundering sound. And so their growth is all for naught and all their wood is left to rot. Now here we learn a lesson true: that looks and status will not do. Though fame and glory we adore to grow up strong we need much more. Another tree stands near my home out in a field, it's all alone. It is not pleasing to the eye it's wind-worn, crooked, all awry. But there it stands, still in its prime this tree has stood the test of time. While other's grew up t...

One day while serving an LDS mission in Benicia, California, my companion and I were knocking on doors looking for someone to teach. Anyone that has served a mission knows well the days of endless rejection. This was one of those days. Near the top one particularly large hill we knocked on a door, and almost immediately we heard the sound of two young boys running to answer it. The following dialog is what we heard through the door: (we assume they were looking through the peephole): Younger Boy: "I want to see who it is!" Older Boy: "I'm older so I get to see first." Younger Boy: "I never get to see first!" Older Boy: "You can see first next time." (Older boy looks out) Younger Boy: "Who is it?" Older Boy: "I don't know, it's just a couple weirdos." Younger Boy: "I want to see! I want to see!" Older Boy: "I'm still looking." Younger Boy: "Let me see! I want to see!...

That's it! I can't take it anymore! I have to address the topic. I am absolutely SICK of how big the porn industry is getting! It's absolutely disgusting! Until now I've just sat back casually, hoping that the Fight The New Drug movement would do some good, but I now realize they can't do anything without us. It's time for us to join them. It's time for all of us to fight! Porn is disgusting. It makes me sick. There is nothing good about it. It distorts the mind, harms the body, and ruins the soul. It's a drug more harmful than any other. PORN KILLS LOVE. That is a fact. What an absolute tragedy it is when someone trades real love for the temporary satisfaction of porn. It literally brings me to tears when I hear of a family torn apart by it's vile influence. I can't stand to think of how many hearts have been shattered because of it. Do you know what real love is?  I mean real , lasting , meaningful love? Let me tell you. Real lo...

One of the hardest things you will ever have to do is accept God's will when everything inside of you wants the opposite. It's difficult when you try for months to make something happen and then God tells you no; that it's time to stop; that it's time to move on. It feels like my soul has been ripped from inside of me and I'm left empty; wandering without a purpose. I know that God is real and I know that he wants the best for me, but it's so freaking hard to accept! How do you move on? How do you start over? I really really really don't want to do this!....Please don't make me do it!......please...... *sigh* .....ok.....I'll do it.....

I have spent years trying to forget most of the things I am about to write. I'm going to tell you about the most miserable time in my life. My experiences during this time are the single worst memories I have. The only reason I am doing this is because I feel like there is someone out there that needs to hear it. There is someone out there that needs to know how I overcame the hardest trial of my life. This story does have a happy ending, but I went through hell to get there. So here we go. This is me in 2004: I was a scrawny kid just out of elementary school, headed into junior high; scared, but also excited; pretty much your average 7th grader. I remember my first day at Elk Ridge Middle School. It took me so long to get my locker open that I was late to my first period. Once again I was your typical seventh grader sprinting through the halls with a map of the school trying to find his class. I remember that I was especially excited for this one: Tech Lab. I'd alwa...

This is what I live by, my motivation to be a better man: How will I be remembered? At the end of your life don't let it be said of you: "He was late, forgetful, and disorganized. He always said he would reach his goals, but never did. His is a legacy of failure."   But let it be said instead: "He was honest and true, always keeping his word. He was a strong leader that could be trusted and relied on. He was always one to act. His is a legacy of success." What kind of legacy will you leave behind?  Remember that our decisions determine our destiny. Choose your path and never leave it. Life's a garden. Dig it!