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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QFSHwzcCp7ImA9WhRaE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753402467874736857</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:55:19.288-07:00</updated><category term="Treasure" /><title>God and Gay Me</title><subtitle type="html">So I'm just a normal, gay, Christian man trying to find my way through this crazy world...and maybe a husband along the way.  So if any of this sounds interesting or if you are just board to tears feel free to hang out with me.
Seven</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://godandgayme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://godandgayme.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>77seven77</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14013811455626057795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ImMzzVpHpk/TM6J0yh1O9I/AAAAAAAAABY/xYip_bQ1-b4/S220/756+-+Copy.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/GodAndGayMe" /><feedburner:info uri="godandgayme" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMMQXgzfSp7ImA9Wx5VEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753402467874736857.post-2871736672711535396</id><published>2010-10-03T21:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T21:38:00.685-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-03T21:38:00.685-06:00</app:edited><title>I Call To You</title><content type="html">To block out the world is not so easy&lt;br /&gt;
To call for silence so I may listen for you&lt;br /&gt;
I call to you in my confusing world&lt;br /&gt;
So I may rest in you&lt;br /&gt;
In your arms &lt;br /&gt;
In your love&lt;br /&gt;
and peace&lt;br /&gt;
Shaken and broken I come to you&lt;br /&gt;
Fix me now and make me new&lt;br /&gt;
I am with you now &lt;br /&gt;
and will always be&lt;br /&gt;
Forever yours &lt;br /&gt;
Forever yours&lt;br /&gt;
And you're forever mine!&lt;br /&gt;
What grace that calls me back to you&lt;br /&gt;
Back to my home...with you&lt;br /&gt;
What grace that pours out upon me&lt;br /&gt;
Flooding and washing me clean&lt;br /&gt;
Oh boundless love&lt;br /&gt;
Oh Devine grace&lt;br /&gt;
Never forget this place&lt;br /&gt;
Never leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;
Call to me and I will run back home &lt;br /&gt;
to you&lt;br /&gt;
My home is in you&lt;br /&gt;
You are my joy and my rest&lt;br /&gt;
Because of you I am blessed&lt;br /&gt;
I am yours wholely&lt;br /&gt;
I am marked &lt;br /&gt;
and named&lt;br /&gt;
I am set apart and called &lt;br /&gt;
Now take my will and bend it to yours&lt;br /&gt;
Even in my fear and my shame &lt;br /&gt;
you remain the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753402467874736857-2871736672711535396?l=godandgayme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Softly you are here &lt;br /&gt;
Everything changes when I know you are near &lt;br /&gt;
The air takes notice&lt;br /&gt;
All is at&amp;nbsp;attention&lt;br /&gt;
All creation at attention &lt;br /&gt;
You create such a lovely peace&lt;br /&gt;
To call you is to hold you&lt;br /&gt;
Just to speak to you makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;
Yet stronger&lt;br /&gt;
Much stronger&lt;br /&gt;
Mighty&lt;br /&gt;
Help me to bend my will to yours&lt;br /&gt;
I love that you love to be with me&lt;br /&gt;
Amazing&lt;br /&gt;
Hold onto you&lt;br /&gt;
I want to hold on to you&lt;br /&gt;
To hold the hand of the one who made me&lt;br /&gt;
To cry in your rest&lt;br /&gt;
To rest in your peace &lt;br /&gt;
The peace in your storm&lt;br /&gt;
How can I know the love of one so wonderful &lt;br /&gt;
You are so good to me &lt;br /&gt;
Words are lost in your storm&lt;br /&gt;
So quiet and still&lt;br /&gt;
I am covered&lt;br /&gt;
I am drenched &lt;br /&gt;
I am filled but empty &lt;br /&gt;
I realize how empty I am without you&lt;br /&gt;
Closer &lt;br /&gt;
I almost hear &lt;br /&gt;
I almost feel&lt;br /&gt;
Like the laughter of children&lt;br /&gt;
Like the songs of the saved&lt;br /&gt;
The rain fell on me today&lt;br /&gt;
You were there &lt;br /&gt;
Washing&lt;br /&gt;
Flooding&lt;br /&gt;
Filling&lt;br /&gt;
Pouring&lt;br /&gt;
How beautiful love fell&lt;br /&gt;
What lovely rain &lt;br /&gt;
Again in your storm&lt;br /&gt;
Take me back &lt;br /&gt;
Tell me more &lt;br /&gt;
Tell me secrets&lt;br /&gt;
To share with you is to have everything&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know why I fight myself &lt;br /&gt;
I don't know why I sit and cry without you&lt;br /&gt;
You always want to sit with me when I cry&lt;br /&gt;
I forget how close you are &lt;br /&gt;
Someday you will wipe them all away&lt;br /&gt;
I have no grasp of you&lt;br /&gt;
Yet I want to try&lt;br /&gt;
You think of me as treasure &lt;br /&gt;
Something wonderful you made&lt;br /&gt;
You chose me to love you&lt;br /&gt;
And you are so happy I chose you&lt;br /&gt;
I am too&lt;br /&gt;
This is our place&lt;br /&gt;
I want to come back&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to leave&lt;br /&gt;
I want to take it with me&lt;br /&gt;
I want to take you with me&lt;br /&gt;
You are MY treasure too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753402467874736857-3875033604872068767?l=godandgayme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td style="border-bottom-color: #b5b5b5; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.3; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #262626; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-right: 0; margin-top: 0; padding-bottom: 0; padding-left: 0; padding-right: 0; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;A Love Story&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="ennote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;What is a child of God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chosen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Servant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do not even begin to understand what it means to be who we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God knew us even in the womb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He keeps track of the number of hairs we have.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He says that we are highly favored and wonderfully made!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He REALLY loves us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how it began. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After God created a home then God created man to live there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The creator loved the creation. Man was a treasure created and formed in the very image of the creator. God and man were very close and loved each other very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then man was tempted to fall, or maybe even jump into sin thus separating himself from the creator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell was made for sin. Man was not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is a just God. Where there is justice there must be rules.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;God created rules thereby&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;creating justice.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;God must follow his own rules.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Big rule:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;SIN = DEATH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of justice eternal death (hell) had the right to take man and keep man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of love God had to make a way to save us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do, what to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone must die to satisfy the law of sin and death!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I will go and satisfy the law and die for man," said the creator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Their judgment is upon me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God had to personally become man by being born of a woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Son of God and son of man.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only man without sin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only way we can be saved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the filth and sin of all of man for all of time was placed upon our creator.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He took it all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The very one who formed us with his hands and breathed our very breath into us died in our place and took our punishment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blood of the innocent was shed for the guilty. The righteous and Holy became sin and death for us. The creator gave his life for His beloved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am forever grateful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because he knew no sin death could not hold him. Because He took our place hell could not keep us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He rose from death and with him he held salvation for all. A gift with no cost but paid for at a very high price. The very life of God was given up for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am amazed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reconciled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reunited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Returned &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justified&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Redeemed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The creator made a way to bring back to himself the created. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beloved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The treasured one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now that same blood that saves flows within every believer placing God in man to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;God lives in me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there is nothing that can separate the child from the love of the Father. NOTHING.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The creator can live in the created. The savior can abide within the saved. The two become one. Never ever to part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A love story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753402467874736857-5764219958855228721?l=godandgayme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Jesus does not care about our border.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jesus does not care about race.&lt;br /&gt;
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In fact&amp;nbsp;god created and loves all colors of people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes people need to feed their family and feel they must move to another country to do so.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jesus calls us to feed the hungry.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are commanded to love our neighbor as our self.&lt;br /&gt;
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Illegal actions made by anyone is still illegal such as not paying taxes. &lt;br /&gt;
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The Americas did not need to be discovered, it was already occupied by native people. The races of people that that immigrated here stole from and killed the native peoples. If we use the same definition of today they were illegal. If your family didn't begin on this continent then your family was illegal.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mexican people are native people. &lt;br /&gt;
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Most native people did not understand the concept of owning land. The earth belonged to us all.&lt;br /&gt;
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The earth was not created with boarders. &lt;br /&gt;
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The Kingdom of God calls for a people of servants.&lt;br /&gt;
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How can I serve you if I won't let u near me. &lt;br /&gt;
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You don't need to prove to people you are a Christian...they will know we are Christians by our love. &lt;br /&gt;
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God does not hate people, people hate people. &lt;br /&gt;
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All races of people love their children.&lt;br /&gt;
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What we do in this life directly affects the next. &lt;br /&gt;
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You may like someone but to truly love someone requires energy and work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love is more than an emotion...it is action.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love your neighbor as yourself. &lt;br /&gt;
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A tree is measured by the fruit it produces...so are you. &lt;br /&gt;
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The good Samaritan did not pass by, he showed compassion.&lt;br /&gt;
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How many do you pass by?&lt;br /&gt;
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We spend millions of dollars on shiny paper called magazines to read about people we don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;
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A child dies of hunger every 6 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do we no longer care about the people around us. &amp;nbsp;We are so busy working to buy that thing we need. &amp;nbsp;I am tired of living in a world of just me and mine! &amp;nbsp;I want to live where everybody is important and has value. I want to help someone I don't know. &amp;nbsp;Because either we were placed on this earth to buy as much CRAP as we possible can, or we are here to live together. &lt;br /&gt;
To love together. &lt;br /&gt;
To eat and dance together. &lt;br /&gt;
That's the world I want to live in.&lt;br /&gt;
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The other day my best friend and I got in quite the heated debate over gender roles. Now she is a few years older than me and grew up in a different time and generation. Even with this age gap we usually met eye to eye on most issues. If we didn't I don't know that we would be as close as we are.&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;Anyway the subject, though never really got resolved, brought up some very interesting points. I realized that we do not see from the same point of view when it comes to religion. Now when I say religion I do mean&amp;nbsp;religion&amp;nbsp;and not necessarily God. We both share a deep relationship with our creator. But it became&amp;nbsp;apparent&amp;nbsp;that the way we&amp;nbsp;perceive&amp;nbsp;right and wrong may be worlds apart.&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;I will take most of the blame for the shift in ideas. Although we grew up at different times we did grow up with very&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp; Protestant, bible belt,&amp;nbsp;corporate&amp;nbsp;Christianity teaching.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In my&amp;nbsp;pursuit&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;knowledge&amp;nbsp;and the overall dissatisfaction with the&amp;nbsp;corporate&amp;nbsp;American church I have adopted ideas and ways of thinking that I believe to be more true and less exclusive.&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;For so many years it almost hurt to tell someone I was a Christian because I didn't want to be mistaken for one of "them". You know those&amp;nbsp;extreme&amp;nbsp;bible pounding, finger pointing, down right mean people that I grew up and went to church three times a week with.&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;I had no problem in stating my love and devotion for the one who made me. It was guilt by association that I did not want.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So that's the way I proclaimed my faith for years and sometimes even today. But being out of the bible belt and the fact that&amp;nbsp;Christianity&amp;nbsp;is not so tunnelled outside of the belt I feel that I am taken more real and not some strange creature. And really I was a strange creature to both sides. Christians didn't like my "lifestyle" and didn't accept me as a real Christian. And non Christians wondered why I would be apart of a religion that hated me.&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;So back to the argument...umm debate. My friend tried to use the bible as proof that her statement was fact. Now I have no problem in&amp;nbsp;referencing&amp;nbsp;the bible but it just did not stand in this situation. We all know that the bible was written in a different time. And in different times the world is just, well different.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We do not accept slavery thing now and having a harem is usually looked down upon. &amp;nbsp;We also know that one just can't take every single thing the bible says and apply it to our lives. Such as not eating seafood or women should not speak in church or the cutting and not cutting of hair. But so many of today's Christian likes to pick and chose the rules they like and dislike so they can either point a finger or just feel a little better because they're at least not that person.&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;I go to a wonderful church that has no desire to conform to modern,&amp;nbsp;corporate&amp;nbsp;religion. Last week the message really stuck with me. It had to do with what we consider to be a great Christian. Is it&amp;nbsp;studying&amp;nbsp;the bible and knowing all this doctrine. Is it speaking in&amp;nbsp;tongues&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;prophesying&amp;nbsp;and healing people? Or is it going to church&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;the doors are open that makes us a really good Christian?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well Jesus said that a tree will be measured by the fruit it produces. Not how pretty the leaves are or how tall it can grow or even how well it can sing in the&amp;nbsp;choir. Fruit. Jesus is most concerned with our fruit.&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;&lt;br clear="none" /&gt;So I guess it really doesn't matter which of us is more right or wrong or out dated or ultra modern. What matters is what comes out of us and what we produce.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This goes along with my "makeover" for this year. I realized that I spent the last 40 years or so just living for myself and trying to make me happy. I just realized one day that it hadn't worked. So I thought it was time to try something new. Maybe make someone else happy. Time to stop feeling sorry for myself and blaming the world and God for what I don't have. Fruit. Jesus said that in the Kingdom of God what is high will be made low and what is low will be made high. Jesus came to our dirty sinful place and made himself low so that he could raise us up. If my Lord, God and savior can do that for me why can't I do that for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;
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