Shut Down

This may be my final post for this blog. In three days I lose my internet connection and whether I get another remains to be seen.

The blog hasn't become what I hoped. Guess I make a poor spectacle for God. It was my hope to present a practical approach to living with God in this world. I still believe it can be done, and I still believe that loving people is the key. After all, God is all about love. I just haven't done a good job of it myself.

There was a verse I was hoping to find. Thought it was in John, Chapter Sixteen. Just looked it up and find that is the chapter wherein Jesus is telling his disciples that he is leaving. Am I that arrogant and prideful that my subconscious should dare compare my leaving this blog - even for a short while - is comparable to Jesus' dying on the cross?

As I indicated. I have not been a great example.

Here, instead, are Jesus' parting words to the world.

Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, to the close of the age. Matthew 28:19-20 Revised Standard Version

Remember, it isn't about me. It's about Jesus. It's all about Jesus. Jesus is God. That is what I believe.

This song has nothing to do with Christianity, but it is a pretty song, and I leave you with it. Take care.

There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
The stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain, My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.

Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
...And if I should fall along the way

I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.

Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray

Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the gray
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.