#testemony

Se hoje adormecer para sempre a certeza de mim sinto em todos os poros

Os olhos dela tinham uma espuma de quem acaba de nascer. Um tom cinzento de quem nunca antes vira luz e era ela, no entanto a definição de luz.

Sem saber nada, era tanto, sem tocar em nada, sentia tudo e nesse parto as únicas dores não ficaram no corpo de mais ninguém.

Na febre quente de verão, a melancolia da novidade e a pálida condição, até a pálida condição; tudo feito e desenhado para que cada músculo a fazer fosse em si mesmo a descoberta da matéria carnal. Esse vento escuro que nunca rondou tanto até explodir numa força incrível, num magnetismo de profusão e incêndio; o novo recém nascido, o sangue e todo o vapor de nojo que tanto se venera - nascimento, vísceral de âmago eterno e fluorescente - um brilho que cega e mata e forma de novo, tudo de novo.

A pele dela tinha a imaturidade da segurança, e a flacidez do descuido e a incerteza de uma vida. Era isso tudo e sem consciência de nada, cresceu raízes que furaram tudo; os olhos e as mãos, o peito e o músculo e na erótica invasão de êxtase, mais de novo as fundações chamaram. Nessa altura de encontro, nada mais que nevoeiro, a pele que cai e repõe camadas que esfolaram até à carne mais viva e mais cruel, real.

Se hoje sentir o ar que voa entre os dedos, lembra o mindinho e a força de ser ave; fecha os olhos nesse instante de consciência sagrada, a mais fiel de todas, a que sente o vento enrolar.

Os pés e as mãos, os seios e a barriga, o cabelo e os lábios eram tara perdida, eram de nada, de ninguém, nem mesmo de alguém. Tudo eram partes da estrada em pé calçado até ao dia em que a roupa se foi, o chão passou a saber a terra e todo o corpo era nu para o mundo, para a floresta marcante de uma voz de leão. Ah os bichos, essa força destemida, audaz e implacável da sobrevivência sem consciência de mal. Não há. Mal. Um leão que dorme é aquele que encontra o que possa caçar - leoa brava.

A tarde de sol ia alta e a fome não ia a lado nenhum, instalada a perda, a mudança, a excessiva despreocupação de doença. Os dias iam longe e os olhos de todos tinham uma espuma de quem acaba de morrer. Um tom claro de quem nunca mais verá luz - um enterro de si mesma, uma fonte de terra e pó, um fim de início e uma febre cegante.

Nem aqui estava, perto do normal; na distância da descoberta que ouvia, vezes sem fim música de ouvidos só para si. E aí o trovão caiu, aí ouviu um som que nunca antes, um encontro do desconhecido e nesse mesmo momento, o flash de infinitas horas, ribombou como pedras de saraiva e, a primeira luz entrou, e a primeira luz refletiu.

Se hoje adormecer para sempre a certeza de mim sinto em todos os poros

Iran/témoignage : « Ils ont arrêté, torturé et exécuté mon frère de 16 ans »

My conversion told through Sasuke Uchia Pt 1

I was a kid, just cute and playful. I was loving and hopeful, but life was ready to

hit me hard. And that it did through my young years.

Many sins brought utter sadness to my youth. I would perpetrate many sins of my own, and angst and anger filled me like venom in a snakes fangs. Life was hard and at times, it pushed my sanity to breaking point. I was covered in darkness, depression, and all types of suffering.

I was told about God, but, I felt he hated me, and his description of "loving and caring" was a lie, an allusion used to trick me,

I embraced the darkness and just tried to live for myself.

But that didn’t do anything but leave me even sadder than before. Hardships through those years finally left me in this humble state where I knew I needed someone to help me. I was finally taught about God-Truthfully.

(AN: I don't usually post long personal posts or faith-related essays, because this is primarily a fandom blog, but I wrote this today and in the hopes that it might be encouraging to other people in similar situations, decided to post it) 

During last Christmas break, I made a big decision. I decided that I was going to finish off my second year of college with the Spring semester, and then take a year off. I had many reasons for this. First, I was beginning to feel that perhaps Creative Writing wasn't the major I should go with—not because of any boredom with writing itself (I will write till my last breath) but because I felt that there were many other things that interested me that I hadn't taken the time to explore—so I wanted to give myself time to think that over. I thought it would be better to do this while not in school so as to avoid wasting time and money on uncertainty. Second, I was sick of being stuck in small towns. I wanted big cities, I wanted “adventure in the great wide somewhere” so I made plans to start looking for some sort of travel-work opportunity.

ate on July 8, 1989 I met with Bret Glenn, Winston J. II Clay, and Scott Brogan on the construction site of what is now Bellevue Christian Center, in Bellvue, NE. Sometime after midnight on July 9, 1989 Winston or Bret asked, "You ready?" I had been reading the Bible for over a year. I knew Jesus was the Way, the Truth, and the Life, but I had been stubbornly resisting. I was finally ready to surrender.

I prayed my salvation prayer: "OK, God, if You still want me, I am here."

That was all I knew. It was enough.

I woke the next morning to find I was no longer addicted to drugs and alcohol. Around 2 in the afternoon I was baptized in the Holy Spirit. That evening I was baptized in water. My life has never been the same.

Since that day I have experienced triumph and tragedy, brotherly love and betrayals of the worst kind, the finality of death and the sloppiness and beauty of life, more joy, bitterness, and emotions and circumstances I can't begin to express. Through all of this HE has been with me.

God is REAL. God is KNOWABLE. God is GOD. God is FAITHFUL. God is LOVE. God is easily found thru His Son, Jesus. All it takes is a simple, heartfelt prayer, "Here I am." His answer is always the same: "I am with you."