Hey, come on in. How you been? Great, glad to hear everything’s going well. Come, cop a squat, there’s something I like to share with you.
I want you to imagine you live in a place where you will lose your life if you confess your faith in Jesus. How would you be able to preach the word of God in such an environment? Would you boldly obey Jesus’s command in Mark 16:15? “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation. Would the fear of losing your life tie your tongue? Or would you confess your love and faith in Jesus? Unfortunately, many of us today, all over the world, including yours truly, are not fully heeding the grand commission that Jesus commands his followers to obey.
It appears, for many, that it is best not to stand too firm for Christ, just blend in – don’t make waves. Oh, we preach, but mostly to other known Christians. Most of us don’t take God’s word out to the unsaved masses that need it most. We are so happy being in our personal, “Holy Huddles,” to bother with Jesus’s great commission. Why are we so negligent when it comes to confessing our faith to the world? Why are we afraid? If we love Jesus, then we should want to tell the whole world about Him. Telling everyone we meet we love Him and put our undying faith in Him. In Matthew 10:32-33, Jesus says, “Whoever acknowledges me before others, I will also acknowledge before my Father in heaven. But whoever disowns me before others, I will disown before my Father in heaven.”
How can any of us be willing to lose our life for Christ, when we are not willing to tell the world about Him? I like for you to check out the following video: see a woman willing to lose her life for standing up for God’s word. Please pray for her. Please let her example, and many others like hers, compel each of us to confess our faith in the only savior mankind has. You know His name, our Lord and savior, Jesus Christ.
Cop-A-Squat has been quiet for a while now, but I’m very excited to present our latest venture.
I present to you all:
SnaggyTees is our new t-shirt company, and we are dedicated to providing the most interesting, funniest, and most thought-provoking t-shirts to our customers nationwide.
Not only do we hope you love our t-shirts (and we’re sure you will), but we would like you to join us in our plan to become a t-shirt company that doesn’t only provide funny sayings, but makes you think. (It’d also be cool to become as big [or bigger] than the Life is Good brothers.)
Of course, there’s much more to come. We’re currently creating the best quality t-shirts, both in style and comfort.
Come on over, take a look, snag a great deal! We’re happy to welcome you into the SnaggyTees family.
Do you believe everyone has a twin? I do. Look at this video. Tell me, whom does this young man look like? I think he looks like a young Michael Jackson, what do you think?
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Stephen King is not a good author. Stephen King is a terrible author. Stephen King is long-winded, repetitive, and most of all, selfish.
When you read a book, you want to enjoy it. Savor it. Learn something new, appreciate life more.
And you know what’s so special about books? They can make you appreciate life more, without taking your life away.
When confronted with a 500, 700, and with Under the Dome, a 1088 page novel, how can you learn to experience life when you spend all of it reading someone else’s novel?
Hey. Maybe I want to spend all my time reading, you say.
What if the novel sucks?
If you read one Stephen King book, you’ve read them all. A crime, some paranormal horror story, sex, murder, drama…then a weak twist at the end that’s supposed to make you feel like you’ve read a good story.
However, I do believe Mr. King can be a talented writer. Among the trash he has offered through the years, only one pearl stands: Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption, a story that has not only entertained, but has revealed great insights about life and humanity. Oh, but after the popular, empty pages that carry such names as The Long Walk, The Stand, and Christine, King became an puppet for modern audiences worthless appetites for commercialized “literature.”
But King is not the only one. It’s a trend – a virus – quickly spreading throughout authors today who pump out large amounts of garbage, not taking in account the lives of 90% of their readers: hard-workers who are trying to live their own lives, who wish to enjoy good literature…not lazy words on a page. Too many pages.
People don’t have time or the desire to inflate your already overinflated ego, Mr. King.
Life: As Fragile As Dust is a much better novel than Stephen King will ever write. Tight, powerful prose that gets straight to the point, and leaves an impact more than the bubblegum fiction of most of today’s authors. Do yourself an extreme favor, and read Life: As Fragile As Dust.
In a vast sea of stuff on the web, its really great to find something the whole family can enjoy. My nine year old son loves Angry Birds, so when I found this video I shared it with him and he loved it.
The kid in the clip has done a outstanding job and I hope you and your little ones will find it entertaining.
Chances are you won’t even see it coming. Long before you can recoil, it has you. At first you make little of it, and why shouldn’t you? The pain, if any, is mild, so you brush it off as nothing, just a little bite. Big mistake.
Those old shoes tucked away in the back of the closet. That winter coat you put away last summer. Maybe it was when you lay sleeping and felt something crawling over your face. And when you brushed it away…WHAM! “Something bit me!” You turn on the lights, and you see this little guy.
You watch him scurry away. “Stupid spider.” No, not stupid – deadly, very deadly.
In homes these guys seem to favor cardboard. But have been found in dressers, toilets, clothes left lying on the floor, gloves, infrequently used beds, and etc.
(Photo credit eMedicine Health)
Its venom, according to eMedicineHealth, is more potent than that of a rattlesnake in ratio to its size. One bite, if left unattended according to the University of Minnesota, can in rare cases cause LIVER failure. Its bite can destroy tissue at an alarming rate. The following photos are shocking but very real.
(Photos credit- About.com)
In ten days this man’s life changed forever. The symptoms usually develop two to eight hours after a bite.
What should you do if the Brown Recluse bites you? eMedicineHealth advises you take the following step.
GET TO THE DOCTOR RIGHT AWAY!
The home kit pictured contains glue traps and a charcoal power to help soak the venom out of the tissue, thus preventing further damage.
(Photo credit: www.brown-recluse.com)
The states in the map below are where the brown recluse makes its home.
(Photo credit BrownRecluseSpider.com)
For our GOOD FRIDAY, inform someone of this dangerous spider. Have you ever encountered a brown recluse or any other deadly species we should be aware of? Tell us in the comments below. And as always, keep your head up and your eyes open.
(Photo courtesy of Apertome)
Ever since I could remember, I hated dogs. I’m not sure how I felt about them when I was younger, but in my teens, a dog away from me was a good dog.
My mother inherited a dog when I was fourteen. His named was Rex. From day one, I hated the dog and he hated me.
He growled every time I passed him on my way out of the house. And he barked when I returned. Most nights he slept on the front porch. Honestly, I think he did that to prevent me from coming in. Stupid mutt.
The routine – I walked past, he cut his eyes and let out a low growl; I would do the same. We understood each other. There would never be any love lost between us.
One night, after two months of this routine, I passed him as he lay curled up on the porch – he didn’t growl. Nope; he got up, left the porch and began following behind me as I rode away on my bike.
That dog…no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t chase him away. I threw everything but the kitchen sink at him, he just wouldn’t go home. So I jumped back on my bike and tried to outrun him. He was way too fast.
When we got home Rex followed me up the steps and into the house. I sat down to watch TV; there at my feet lay Rex.
From that night on, everywhere I went, Rex followed. I soon gave up trying to sneak off without him – he was just too smart.
Every time I rode my bike, it was just me and my buddy, Rex.
One Saturday morning, Rex wasn’t sleeping by the front door or out on the front porch.
“Mama, where’s Rex?”
“He’s on the back porch.”
Sure enough, he was kinda sitting, kinda lying down.
“Come on boy, let’s go.”
He sat for a minute, turned those sad brown eyes at me and slowly crawled under the porch.
I called more times than I can remember, but he just wouldn’t come out. Maybe he’s tired I thought. So I let him be. I rode off with my friends.
When I got home, Rex was still under the porch.
“Mama, Rex won’t come from under the porch.”
My mother’s eyes went soft. “Baby, I think Rex died.”
While I was out riding around, the dog I came to love died. I will never forget that moment and I will never forget Rex.
For our GOOD FRIDAY, come back and read a heartfelt short story I penned and published for Rex. For now, tell us your most heartwarming story about your four legged best friend. And, as always, keep your head up.