Just over a week ago, I sent out a story for online publication. I read I only had to wait four weeks for a response. Easy, right? Not at all! Even though a month is a relatively short time in the writing world, it can feel unbelievably long. I keep thinking, has my story been read? Do the editors like it? Will they publish it? When will I know?

I can’t help but feel eager. I want my stories to be read. I can’t wait to have an audience– a group of people who feel my writings are worth their time.

“We are not illegitimate children,”  They protested.  “The only Father we have is God himself.”

Jesus said to them,  “If God were your Father, you would love me, for I came from God an now am here.”  John 8:41b, 42.

 Jesus set out to wake them from their stupor and found some pretty grouchy people, unwilling to wake from the dream they had of themselves.  They had witnessed the miracles, the teaching of God’s love and character, yet they wouldn’t submit to the price they needed to pay to continue in the light.  Here they are claiming God as their own Father without any real awareness of what it meant to be His son or daughter.  If being physical descendants of Abraham didn’t make them his children spiritually, then calling themselves the children of God wouldn’t make it so either.  Something was missing.

“Why is my language not clear to you?  Because you are unable to hear what I say.”

They clung to their interpretations of God’s Word so hard nothing could make them hear the truth.  It’s like they had stuck their fingers in their ears and began singing,  “La, la, la, la, I can’t hear you” as loud as they could to shut out His words.  To hear meant they would have to obey.  Jesus reveals the root problem of their spiritual deafness:

“You belong to your father, the devil, and you want to carry out your father’s desire.  He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him.  When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies.”

Ouch!  Ever hear of diplomacy, Jesus?  What are you trying to do, drive them to kill you?

Every time I read these passages it seems to me He’s actually pushing them to crucify Him.  His arguments push all their buttons without cushioning the blows.  Yet what other choice does He have?  He spent nearly three years being subtle, careful to demonstrate the power of God and rightly dividing the Scriptures so everyone who heard would see the light, and it got Him nowhere with these people.  They wouldn’t listen when He told them the hard truth of God then, to back off now would be foolish.

By calling the devil their “father” Jesus reveals their motives for not wanting to hear what He has to say.  They preferred their fantasy constructs to real truth.  The story of God held little interest to them, for what they wanted was the story in which they triumphed over every obstacle to gain personal glory and power.  Knowing truth made no difference if they weren’t going to be able to be the heroes of their own stories.  What they rejected from Christ’s teachings was the one little morsal of truth on which the rest of salvation hinged:  it wasn’t their heroic efforts or mighty deeds which impressed God but the humble realization they were powerless to do anything for themselves in this regard without Him.  Total dependence on Jesus is the only way possible for us to find salvation or freedom from death.

“Can any of  you prove me guilty of sin?”

These people who had believed in Him knew His character, work and words were above reproach…it’s why they followed in the first place.  What turned them off is their misunderstanding of the spiritual nature of ingesting the Son of God.  They couldn’t get past Jesus’ demand that they eat His flesh and drink His blood, nor did they grasp the spiritual nature of that command.  Their minds were so focused/consumed by the lies of spiritual grandeur they blinded themselves to their need for reconstruction.  Nothing will wake a person up to their condition if they continue to take the drug of pride.  It washes away the ability to see ourselves as lost to truth without intervention.

Not one of these men could prove Jesus guilty of sin.  Blasphemy was a convenient excuse to shut Him up.

Why were they so quick to pick up stones at the end of His speech to them?  They wanted to silence His voice so badly they would have used any excuse to kill Him.

In our walk with God do we shut out truths we find unpalitable?  Do we shut ourselves off from light because it hurts our eyes to look?  Are we willing to break the mirror of truth because it shows we are not the fairest in the land making a lie out of the fantasy we’ve built up about our own value?

Our value comes from the fact God loves us, sent His Son to save us; it has absolutely nothing to do with how cool we are.  The reality of those who find Christ and those who reject Him couldn’t be more different than total light and total darkness.  When we walk into the light through the power of Jesus, we see ourselves for who we really are without any airbrush tricks to soften the blow.  At this point we have two choices:  hide our eyes by running back to our dank, dark little caves or falling into the arms of the one who brings us out of such misery.  Make no mistake the end of all rejection of Christ results in misery. 

On the other hand taking our eyes off ourselves brings joy unlimited, if our focus is, of course, Jesus.  We can find no contentment with our spiritual eyes turned inward; no peace when we are worried about our own; no joy or love of life unless we turn our eyes to Jesus.  He is our peace.  He is our joy.

Assalaamu’alaikum everyone! I hope you had a blessed Eid-ul-adha wherever you may be. In this festive mood, we often forget about the plight of our brothers and sisters in Gaza, in Africa… let’s include them in our du’aa and may Allah swt Shower His Mercy on them, Amin…

I’ve been in a reflective mood lately. A lot more than usual. I’ve been internalising my actions, the words I speak, the decisions I make… and have been seeking the remedy for it. One of them is this note on Facebook’s The Ideal Muslimah Page =)

Have fun internalising =) We all need it.

من ذاق حلاوةالأيمان عرف مرارة العصيان

“Whoever tasted the Sweetness of Iman, will always Recognize the bitterness of Sins”

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المؤمن أذا ما ذاق حلاوة أو نعيم في الدنيا تذكر حلاوة و نعيم الأخرة

”The sweetness and Joy of this living life, always, reminds the believer in the sweetness & the Joy of the Jannah”

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أصل كل معصيةوغفلة وشهوة الرضا عن النفس، وأصل كل طاعة ويقظة وعفة، عدم الرضا منكعنها

“Every sin, desire and in caution happens due to the self satisfaction & being pleased about yourself, and every good deed, abstinence from unlawful desires and carefulness is due to being unpleasant and dissatisfied about yourself”

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من علامات موتالقلب: عدم الحزن على مافاتك من الموافقات، وترك الندم على مافعله من وجودالزلات

”From the signs of hardened Hearts are: Not Being Sad and upset for the missed good deeds, and not regretting the bad deeds you have committed”

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لا تنظر الى صغرمعصيتك و لكن أنظر الى عظم من عصيت

”Never Look to how small is The Sin you’ve committed, but, always, Look to the Greatness of the One You Disobeyed”

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الأعمال : صورقائمة ، وأرواحها : وجود سرالإخلاص فيها

”Good deeds are nothing but abstracted cold pictures but only sincerity brings life to these deeds”

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أُطلب قلبك فيثلاثة مواطن عند قراءة القرآنوفي مجالس الذكر وفي الخلوة.

فإن وجدت قلبك وإلافاسأل الله أن يمن عليك بقلب فإنهُ لا قلبلك.

Look for the Tenderness Of Your Heart Only In Three Places:

The Time When You Recite The Quran

The Time When You Are Alone In Privacy

If You Didn’t Find Your Heart In Any Of Those Places, Then Ask Allah To Give You A Heart because You Do Not Have One!!!

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إن مثل الدنيا والآخرة كمثل المشرق والمغرب…

متى ازددت من أحدهما قرباً ازددت من الآخربعداً

“The Example Of This Life & The Hereafter Is Like The example Of The East & The West, the closer you get to one side, the farther you are away from the other side.”

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من لم يعرف قدرالنعم بواجدانها – عرفها بوجود فقدانها .

“Whoever doesn’t recognize the value of Blesses when they are obtained, He will recognize their Value when they are absent!!”

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قال أبو الدرداء : أضحكني ثلاثوأبكاني ثلاث : أضحكني مؤمل الدنيا والموت يطلبه وغافل لايغفل عنه وضاحك ملء فيه ولا يدري أساخط ربه أم راض – وأبكاني: هول المطلع وانقطاع العمل وموقفي بين يدي الله ولا أدري أيؤمر بي إلى الجنة أم النار

Abu Al-Darda’a ( رضي الله عنه ) Said:

Three things made me laugh & three things made me cry:

The Three Who Made Me Laugh Are:

(1) A person who has long high hopes In this Life while death is looking for him

(2) A person who is Unthinking while he is being watched and observed by Allah

(3) A person who Laughs while he does not know whether Allah is pleased with him or not

The Three That Made Me Cry:

(1) The hardship and the scary scene of the Day of Judgment!!!

(2) The inability to make any more good deeds after death

(3) My standing before Allah while not knowing whether I am going to heaven or to Hellfire!!!

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الدنيا كالماء المالح….كلما ازددت منها شربا ازددت عطشا

“The Example of this life is like salty water, the more you drink from, the more you get thirsty!!!”

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لا خير في لذة تعقب ندما

“Thereis no goodness and benefit in any pleasure that is followed with regret.”

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إذا نطقت فاذكر من يسمع ، و إذا نظرت فاذكر من يرى ، و إذا عزمت فاذكر من يعلم

“If you ever talk then remember the One who hears everything,

If you intended to do anything then remember the One who knows everything!!!”

http://www.facebook.com/notes.php?id=155894487213

I choose your cock to fuck me and subjugate me.
Make me take the pain for your pleasure. Next time you see me, turn me over on my stomach, push down panties if I am wearing them, and fuck my ass. If you tell me not to wear panties, and I do, then you will have to punish me. Take them off, and stuff them in my mouth to keep me quiet. I will protest. I will beg you to fuck my pussy first, or at least make your dick wet with my mouth. But you will say no, and you will do what you want. I will tell you that it hurts and that you should stop. And since the safe word is banana, and I have not said it yet, you will keep going.

Mark 10:21-25
Jesus looked at him and loved him. “One thing you lack,” he said. “Go, sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.” At this the man’s face fell. He went away sad, because he had great wealth. Jesus looked around and said to his disciples, “How hard it is for the rich to enter the kingdom of God!” The disciples were amazed at his words. But Jesus said again, “Children, how hard it ise to enter the kingdom of God! It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.”

6 key events are recorded in Mark 10 and this was the one that spoke to me this morning. At first, it seems like wealthy people are the ones who may not make it into heaven because of their love for their wealth which supersedes their love for anything else, even God. However, there seems to be a lot more Jesus is talking about here. Wealth as we know if is understood differently by different people across the world. To some it might be cattle, land, money, power, position, intelligence, strength, children, cars, gadgets, etc. Some of these are physical and some may not be but all of them are considered as signs of wealth to us and most humans strive to achieve some if not all of them.

Jesus is speaking to those of us who are ‘wealthy’ in this world and want to hold on to our Earthly wealth, seen or unseen, even if it comes at the cost of loosing our salvation. Salvation is free and open to all who are willing to accept Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior but to those who will not give their all to gain Christ, they will not gain salvation. So like the rich young ruler, they can continue to do good but hold on to their wealth and it will amount to nothing on the day of judgment. Are you willing to give up everything and submit yourself to Christ? I am and the Lord has been so good to me in many ways when I submitted my life but the real blessings are after this life when we get to share eternity with Christ! Lets share eternity together with our Lord!

In His Loving Service,
Vineet

Little Rivulets

It has been a year since the event happened…the memories are still fresh in our minds… But what has it yielded… People are making the day as if it’s a martyrs’ day.. and if it is what have we don’t to salute and grieve over those who lost their lives this day last year??

 Have you given them the justice..?? do you think only mourning helps??

 Some say wear white for peace…some say wear black for mourning..?? wat is this is this a fight against terrorism or one those innumerable days that cards industry like Archies market on..??

 The people responsible for this are yet to face the judgment… they are given a treatment that is definitely not befitting to what they have done… and wat is the response to all this??

We are a peace loving nation… this is our culture… patience, tolerance, submissive ness… blah blah blah…

 Cmon… you can’t pull off a Munna bhai act with these people – send them a bunch of flowers and say “Get Well Soon Mamu…!!!”

Fine wateva… these are a just few lines of moi explaining my inner tumult and anger… 2 cents of the hubbub in my mind…sorry if this sounds like a controversial piece,… but I’ve had it since morning…

It’s been a year

Some still in fear

For others its just

 another day, mere

They came they blew

They killed and slew

Yet they face no penalty

 Though many hearts bid Adieu

Exactly a year later

And we aint no better

He‘s but to face a sentence

Yet every whim of his we cater

Wen we ask the folks

For answers, we coax

Abt punishment we ask

To they who rule us poor blokes

Only facts do we portray

Law for all goes the same way

ut he’s a terrorist we protest

But now he’s in India, they say

Another year gone

And yet no judgment is drawn

We’re left to move on and on

Won’t we ever have a dawn??

How many more such events

How much more tolerance

Haven’t we learnt anythin frm the past

Why so much pretence

This is our so called tradition

No fights no ammunition

No aggression, just plain ol’

Patience and submission

As I discover what I want to do with this blog, I find that selecting and showcasing pictures that move me and saying why they move me (as a Top) is a big part of it. Alas, so many of the pictures out there are derivative. But this one, which I know nothing about, but which I found at Keagen’s Spanking Memoir is worth noticing.

Keagen comments: “To me, it says, ‘You can fight and struggle, but I promise, it’s ok. I’m strong enough to handle the fight, and strong enough to handle you.’ Yet, she’s not being FORCED into position. She is there of her own free-will. (You can tell because of the relaxation in her lower body and back.) *simply* I like it. His hands come over top of her body, so she is extremely close to him, and he is not simply standing behind her. This is, more than anything, a gesture of love, of support, of safety. It’s a gesture of strength, of containment. . . . of boundaries.”

To which I would only add how much I like the focus on hands. Hands are so important in spanking – what he does with his (obviously) and what she does with hers, or is not allowed to do. And her hands are very open, very accepting and receptive. I like too the different skin tones they have. Something sexy about her paleness and his mustiness. Also this is clearly a ‘bondage’ picture, but without the ersatz chains and crap. What a relief. And, lest I forget my true calling, her bottom is very desirable, spankable indeed.

As I mentioned yesterday, family, work and general stresses from the outside world had been hindering the kind of dynamic I so craved.

The first five months of our relationship were tumultuous, but full of raw excitement and passion. I have lots of stories from that time which I think I’ll save for now; plenty of little nuggets of erotic play. Sir had to leave for the summer to work a contract about 4 hours away. It was very hard. I missed him like mad, and I missed the discipline I’d grown so used to. Since then, there were periods of time when we would play hard and heavy, and our day-to-day relationship thrived. The lull happened when things in our lives made both of us feel as though we were powerless. He didn’t feel worthy of exerting control, and I didn’t feel safe enough in my own head to let him go there in that state.

However.

Lately, things have calmed down a little and I’m back in a place where I can trust him again. I am craving being retrained – having all of the naughty, bad little habits I’ve picked up over the months beaten out of me (both literally and figuratively). The hunger that I feel stirring up inside me is a powerful beast. I need to submit. I may need to submit 24/7 for a while. Something deep within me is missing and with Sir’s help, I can fill it up.

One of the lessons he taught me very early on, and something we discussed at length was that he was not the magical fix to any deep seeded need I may have. My submission, my training and my trust were in his hands, but were to improve my outlook on myself. He was the facilitator, not the answer.

So, after some discussion spanning the past few weeks, two nights ago, after a trying evening at work, I got a call from Sir telling me to be ready and waiting when he arrived home. My heart fluttered. I put the phone back on the cradle and promptly took off my clothes. On went my collar, my wrist and ankle cuffs, and a hint of makeup. I brushed my hair and quickly tidied up the place, finishing just in time to meet him, kneeling at the door. He smiled as he looked down at me. He first asked me to stand up so he could take a look. He called me “a vision”. After a thorough examination, I helped him take off his coat and boots, then knelt at his feet while he sat in his chair, deciding what to do with me next. He wanted to check his email and relax a little before dealing with me, so he told me to stand in the middle of the room, sticking my tits and ass out, accentuating the curve in my back. He told me to look straight ahead and to keep my arms straight out to my sides. I responded with a smile and a “Yes Sir!”

Now, call me out of practice, but my arms got tired fairly quickly. This amused him greatly. I knew he was testing me. He was testing how much I wanted to get back into the swing of serving and pleasing him. I could feel my stubbornness boiling beneath my skin. As uncomfortable as it was, it brought me great pleasure to demonstrate to Sir just how focused I was.

It was a night of retesting limits. Sir put the clover clamps on my nipples, then tied the chain of the clamps to the heel of my stiletto. He tied my wrists to my ankles so I was fully splayed and fully available and proceeded to fuck my cunt and my ass with his cock, a thick dildo and his fingers. In addition, I was allowed to take spankings from his hands, the flogger and a wooden spoon. Nothing was too much for me to handle. In fact, if I had felt slightly more outgoing, I would have asked for more. Asking for what I’d like is something I continue to work on – it doesn’t come naturally. In any case, I loved the beating. It takes a lot to mark me and I wished he would go full out so I could come away with badges. But I was happy with what he was giving me, and I took it all with pride.

After he had allowed me to have an orgasm, he let me kneel down in front of his and suck his cock. It was slick with my juices and I took as much of it as I could into my throat. To finish off our play, he had me ride him in a squatting position with my hands behind my head, thanking him for the use of his cock. When he came, he held me for a while. It was sweet. The hard play was over, but the rest of the night was service-oriented (which I also enjoy for the most part). I ran the water for his shower, I was waiting with a towel to dry him off, I made him tea and generally made myself available to be there to tend to his needs.

All in all it was a wonderful night and has pushed me even deeper into the mindset that I so want to maintain. I am craving more. We’ve decided to set up a time to lay out some objectives for the near future, and I cannot wait to see where that takes us. For now, however, I am eagerly awaiting Sir beckoning me. He is sitting in the chair next to me, playing with himself and will let me know when to kneel before him to be his cum receptacle. Then he is taking me out on a date night. I have been instructed to wear my collar and ankle cuffs, though I am allowed to wear an outfit that will conceal them. Just knowing that I’ll be in public wearing these very personal items is making my slut cunt drip with excitement!

<3 Ruby

I’ve always struggled with the concept of codependency. My mother was an alcoholic and I attended many family groups that talked about the horrors of being codependent. One such group was led by a person who went to treatment for codependency. What  I learned from these groups is  that any devotion to a partner was bad and that one should never sacrifice anything for another.

As a submissive,  I found the idea of codependency as a bad thing very hard to swallow. The Ethical Slut describes codependency as “…to cater to partner(s) involved while repressing one’s own desires…” But what if your desires are to cater to a partner? It’s a need for me and yes at times I don’t take care of myself or do something I would like to do.

It is hard for me to draw a between healthy submission and codependency. For me it is more of a feeling. If I feel good about a decision or the relationship then it’s healthy for me. I think the real issue is if I receive something in return. I know subs and slaves and suppose to want anything in return, but I think we all want to be loved and cared for. In my relationship it’s much to do something at I don’t care for two reasons. First being that it makes Sir happy and he shows me he’s happy. The second is that I know he will hold me, kiss me or make me come – he gives back.

In previous relationships I have given what I thought would be needed and appreciated, but it was either not noticed or wasn’t what the other really wanted. Too often I felt like I gave and gave and never got anything back. We were just out of sync with what was wanted and needed. I was unable to change what I gave, so I needed to find someone who wanted what I had to give. It took me a while to find a person that would understand my need to give and then give me the love and support that I needed.

By far, my favorite thing about the National Youth Workers Convention in Atlanta was Perry Noble’s message to youth workers. Perry spoke on Saturday morning and left most people in the room feeling encouraged, energized, and pumped up for youth ministry. Perry Noble is a 6’ 6” 230 lb. Senior Pastor from New Spring Church in South Carolina. He started off by making a joke about his southern drawl. He said that in heaven, everyone will have a southern drawl, if you don’t believe that, you may not be going to heaven!

Perry’s message was based out of Acts 20:7-12. I’ve spoken to a few different youth workers at the convention and have heard mixed reviews/feelings about this message. The reviews/feelings ranged from “he nailed it,” to “he took the passage and made it apply to his topic!” When someone takes a passage and make sit say what they want it to say, it is known as “eisegesis.” Eisegesis is when you put your own ideas into the text to make it mean whatever you want it to.

For the record, I do not know where I stand on this matter! I loved what Perry had to say but I am not a Bible scholar so I don’t know if it was eisegesis or not.

Anyway, regardless of how you interpret the passage and the message he gave us, it’s time to move on. Perry went on to tell us that he believes there is a breakdown in communication with youth pastors and the church in general. He and many others believe that youth pastors are viewed as glorified babysitters in that we are supposed to watch the kids, teach them a few things, and when they are old enough to attend big people church and tithe; then they matter to the church. This is not the case and it should never be viewed as such. Perry was not saying that this is the case in all churches, but it is definitely something that he has seen happen occasionally. But regardless of whether your church falls into either of these categories, an alarming statistic is that around 80% of students are walking out the door when they turn 18, and many of them are never going to come back!

Youth ministry is a hard and vital job. Most people will disagree with that, but that is because they have no idea what it means to be a youth pastor. They think we get paid to hang out and play video games all day, but that is 100% inaccurate. There are days when we go home from youth ministry and it isn’t “Thank you Jesus!” it’s “Help me Jesus!” Rest assured…there is hope! Perry said that we, as youth workers, are game changers. We work in the ripest harvest in the world and if we can get our minds (senior pastors, youth pastors, volunteers) around several of these soon to be mentioned concepts, we could see a revolution in youth ministry and the local church. When youth ministry catches on fire through the local church, nothing can stop it!!!!

Perry and many of the other speakers who were senior pastors were very much in support of youth workers. Perry has four prayers that he is praying for youth ministry. Those prayers are: For Attention, For Submission, For a Biblical Foundation, and For Stewardship.

For Attention:

In the Bible passage that Perry spoke from (Acts 20:7-12), Paul was speaking to a group of people late into the night (because he intended to leave the next day) and basically had a long message planned for them. There was a young man (a youth) sitting in a window seal in the back of the room who fell into a deep sleep as Paul was preaching. Eutychus fell to the ground from the third story and died. Yikes! Perry said that in this story, Eutychus fell out of the window because no one was paying attention to the youth ministry of that church. When a church refuses to pay attention to the youth ministry, kids fall out of the window and die (a.k.a. – leave the church and never look back) each and every day.

Youth ministry is important, not just for the teenagers but for also for the church as a whole. The youth aren’t the church of tomorrow, THEY MATTER TODAY! Perry said “The kids that we are called to ministry to matter today and the church better wake up and smell the Starbucks because if not, the kids will fall out of the back window and die.” Perry’s philosophy is that you can tell if a church is paying attention to the youth by looking at how much money they spend on them. He says that you can never spend too much on your youth and children. I understand the premise of what he was saying, but I don’t know if it applies to every circumstance. Some churches simply can’t afford to put a lot of money in the youth fund, and they could be the church that supports their youth way more than the church with the large youth fund. Money shouldn’t matter and shouldn’t be a deciding factor on whether or not a church is paying attention to their youth (my thoughts).

Perry does something cool in his church. I don’t think it would work at every church, but it is something to hope for I guess. Perry believes that a youth group should never be asked to do a fundraiser for anything. He doesn’t allow the youth group at his church to do fundraising because he believes that the church and the older people should support them to show that they care.

If we want attention in our youth ministries, we need to start reaching kids for Jesus and seeing lives change! If the adults come into the sanctuary and have no place to sit because of the youth, the older people will pay attention and take them seriously. The last thing that Perry said about this first prayer for youth is that we need to not bang the budget drum, but we need to bang the kids need Jesus drum and change their lives!

For Submission:

The way a youth group gets noticed in the church is when they are completely submitted and sold out to Jesus! Perry says that we need less strategy and more spirit in our youth ministries, and I couldn’t agree more! Not only do we need submitted and sold out youth, but we need leaders who are as well. When God asks us to do something unbelievable, we need to say “Yes Lord!” In the Bible passage, Paul was so submitted to Jesus that he was willing to declare the impossible (that Eutychus was alive). We need to have complete submission.

In order to be completely submitted to God, according to Perry, “you have to be you!” We shouldn’t have the desire to be someone else or do ministry as they do it because you think they’re better than you. When you do this, it is known as ministry envy. You can read a post of mine about ministry envy by clicking here. Perry says that the problem with churches today is that there is too much imitation and no more revelation. He also said that youth pastors have a disease that he invented called “destination disease.” Destination disease is when people in ministry want to be over there (at the other church/ministry) because they think it’ll be better there. This is not true though because you take you with you and it will be exactly the same. You are you!

When we get to the point where we get it all figured out in our ministry, God will say “you don’t need me? Fine…go ahead!” We need to be in complete submission to God. When we do this, it is unbelievable. Leadership is as easy as listening to God and doing what He says! Perry’s prayer is to have a generation of youth pastors and workers completely sold out for Jesus. We are the ones who set the pace for what youth ministry will look like in 10-20 years!

For a Biblical Foundation:

After Paul (with God’s help) brought Eutychus back to life, they went upstairs again and broke bread. Paul got carried away preaching, the youth died, Paul declared something supernatural and brings the kid to life, and then comes back up to keep the focus on Jesus. Paul never stopped focusing on Jesus or teaching about him. This is an example to us. We need to never quite proclaiming who Jesus is to students. They need to know who He is and it is our job to tell them. Some people think that if we focus on only Jesus, then we won’t be relevant. Perry says that we won’t be irrelevant, we will be impotent! We’ve watered our youth ministries down with these next three things and the kids don’t even know who Jesus is when they graduate from or leave our youth groups. 1. Morality – we teach our kids to be good…problem is, if we teach our kids not to watch rated R movies or listen to “bad” music, they can become morally superior to everyone and no one likes them…we can’t teach them to be moral without Jesus. 2. Compromise – Everyone gets caught up in this game. We think that if a lot of kids come to our group and we do all kinds of fun things, we have a great ministry. But in reality, we are compromising who Jesus is to have a great crowd show up. Sometimes, youth ministries let kids show up and say it’s ok to do what you are doing and not repent. When they do this, they are leaving Jesus out of the picture…allowing compromise to creep into that ministry. 3. Personal Agendas – Don’t ever let your personal agenda trump the Gospel! We make our own personal agendas the agenda of the youth group. If we put anything in front of the cross, it becomes an idol in our ministry. Let’s worship God in splendor and majesty rather than trying to boil him down to fit into our social agendas.

For stewardship:

Perry’s prayer is that our prayer would be that we look at God and say “give me the ball…I’ll be hurt and play hurt, but I’ll do whatever it takes to push the ball down the field…I want the ball!” Perry said that in Acts 20:12, the youth ministry got brought back up and the church embraced stewardship…they said they want the ball.

We can do it, no matter how small our budget is. But if our attitude is that we want the ball, money doesn’t matter. It doesn’t happen because of lights, sound systems, looks, but because there is a sold out man and team saying give us the ball…and they are sold out for Jesus. Perry says that the senior pastor needs to make sure the youth ministry has everything they need and the youth pastor needs to sit down with his senior pastor and find out what his vision is…and then line up with that.

God’s plan is that youth ministry will thrive in the context of the local church to make a difference. When the church gets that right, it is on fire and is an unstoppable force!

Perry closed with the following comments:

“It’s always hard when we do what Jesus calls us to do. When we think it’s hard, may we think of Jesus hanging on the cross and bleeding! If no one else tells you this, I (Perry Noble) believe that you are the difference makers. Out of your ministries will be the next Billy Graham and other amazing church leaders! We will not fall…we want the ball!”

-          paulg

Acts 16:3 – Paul wanted Timothy to accompany him, and he took him and circumcised him because of the Jews in those places, for they all knew that his father was a Greek.

This took place in the period of the New Covenant, where Paul and Peter preached salvation based on our Faith in His grace and not by our works. So, technically speaking, circumcision was no longer needed. The Gentiles who accepted Christ were baptized by the Spirit and water and no longer needed to be circumcised to be pronounced clean.

Why then, did Paul circumcise Timothy? Weird isn’t it?

Wrong. The Jews still did not believe that Jesus had risen. They were still and are pretty much still stuck in the Old Covenant. They had not yet embraced the New Covenant. Paul wanted to take Timothy to minister to the Jews. You see, to the Jews, only those who were circumcised were considered clean and righteous. Only the Israelites were the circumcised bunch, as they are the chosen people.

So, for Timothy to be able to reach out to the Jews, he had to break the wall between himself and them. As He was of Greek origin, obviously he did not have to be circumcised. and the Jews knew that. So in order for Timothy to reach into the hearts of the Jews, first he had to lay down his rights to not even go through the circumcision since he was saved not by his works anyway.

So, Timothy went through that painful process of… you know what… and yes, in that way, he broke down the wall which stood between him and the Jews. In the same way, if you know that by doing some things, you would create a wall between you and another person, preventing him/her from receiving the gospel, don’t do it. It can be clubbing, partying, getting your ears pierced (for guys), drinking, etc. You will know it yourself. The Holy Spirit will prompt you to do what’s right. When the walls are removed, then, it’ll be easy for us to reach the unsaved.

I’m speechless.

I found the following on a website I stumbled upon though absentmindedly following blogroll links. It’s a clip from a Gene Roddenberry pilot called Planet Earth made in 1974 and actually shown on network television (ABC). From the Wikipedia article:

The pilot focused on gender relations from an early 1970s perspective. Dylan Hunt, confronted with a post-apocalyptic matriarchal society, muses, “Women’s lib? Or women’s lib gone mad…”

Obviously, I’m looking at this from a very specific point of view, but holy shit if this isn’t the hottest piece of television sci-fi I’ve seen. I will definitely be looking for the rest of this episode. Also, reevaluating my conception of Gene and Majel.

UPDATE: The quality’s not so good, but here’s the entire show: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

I am so bone numbingly tired. It isn’t that I average 4 hours of sleep a night. I know it doesn’t help, but that isn’t the kind of tired I mean. I am bone numbingly tired of so many things in my life. I just want to hide for awhile, run away from everything and not be found.

I hide from so many things, in so many ways. I hide behind the trappings of being a woman, getting my nails done, having facials and getting waxed. I hide behind those things even though I don’t believe that I am beautiful. I hide behind my hair when I don’t want people to know what I am feeling because my eyes are so expressive. I hide in my coyness, my supposed strength. I hide in the depths of my submission because it abdicates my responsibility and more than anything I hide in the pain because it soothes my tortured soul.

I’ve had people tell me that I’m beautiful. I’ve had people fight over the possession of me, of my body. I manipulate, cajole, use people just as much as they use me. Yesterday, I went out with Master to a swingers party. I understand that our relationship is unique, but the other people were all warned, knew the rules. If they wanted me, they’d have to ask Master. If he chose to share me, I would be shared.

Manipulation, pushing limits… I do it because I can. I was fully clothed, kneeling innocently at the fridge putting away the water when I felt a man looking at me. I knew he wanted me, felt the energy pulsing off of him in waves. I didn’t say a word, just slowly raised my head and looked at him. I let the lust he felt radiate in my eyes and I knew he would do almost anything to have me.

Later that night he asked Master for me. Master was not in the sharing mood and said no. I’m rather glad actually. You see, I didn’t really want the man, but knowing that I elicited that reaction in him, knowing that I had that power was a heady thing. I didn’t speak to him that entire evening. Yes, eventually I was naked. Yes, eventually he saw all of me. I stole glances at him all evening, drove him crazy enough to ask Master 3 times to have me. Each time Master said no. By the end of the evening the man had had enough. He walked into the room I was in and grabbed me, started touching me intimately. Master came in the room and was livid. It nearly came to blows.

Here’s the thing, had I not pushed the limit, manipulated the situation, it never would have come to the end it did. The question is, what does this say about me? I desire to be, am in fact submissive. Sometimes I need my power, that pervasive need to control a situation ripped away from me. I need a strong man, a strong Master. I need someone to understand me well enough to know how I tick, to call me on my bullshit and hold me accountable for it. Submission isn’t just about letting go, but about being responsible for the choices you are allowed to make.

Sometimes, when I am horny and aroused, I like to go online, type in a couple of words, and look at the images that pop up with those searchwords.  Some of the pictures I found recently were so sexy I just had to share them!

This one caputed my imagination – how I would love to be dressed up and bound like that!

Her body language is completely accepting of her position as sub and slave.  Sometimes I think it would be fun to be a slave for a weekend, just to see how it differs from being a sub!

Don’t know why I felt drawn to this one – but seeing it the first time, I actually gasped out loud – and my hands shook as I saved the image.

I honestly don’t know what I like about this picture the most – the double penetration, the rough way her breasts are being handled, the way her hair being pulled forces her body to arch…or the expression on her face.  All I do know for certain is this – I am immensely jealous of her!

I had dreamed for so many years of being bound and ravaged – but those dreams never fully came true until I met Mad Baker.  I well remember the first time he showed me an image of tit bondage and I was emphatic that I could never enjoy such a thing *smirks* I was wrong – I love it! – and this picture reminds me of Mad Baker the most.

I never thought of mud as erotic before – until I met Viktor.  His descriptions of playing in the mud – being forced to be dirty – both terrified and aroused me.  Of all the pictures I have, this one reminds me the most of him.

I hope you enjoyed the images I had to share with you today – may they make your pussy (or cock) twitch with excitement!

For those like me who have been working in the climate change space for a long time now, there is a strange feeling in seeing newspapers reporting that the CPRS is going to be passed by the Senate at the end of the week. There are a range of amendments that will now be made to the scheme architecture but the overall approach of cap and trade will remain the same. For further information on the amendments, please open the attached file. And please tell us what you think by adding a comment to our blog page.

  Everyone was beginning to arrive, and dinner was almost ready. Everything but the main course, YOU. Yes you are the main course for my little Thanksgiving Feast this year. You will serve everyone or should I say service everyone. You will open up your butt and your mouth. Now get down on your knees bitch the guests are beginning to arrive. Are you ready sissy slut it’s a feast for all.

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This weekend, I decided that the riding crop is my favorite toy.

It’s nothing fancy. We ordered it from Extreme Restraints more than a year ago, and didn’t really do much with it until recently. I pulled it out about a week ago to try adding a little pain in the mix, and I love it. It makes a great sound – sharp, deep and satisfying – when I use it on his ass. It takes a little elbow grease to get the skin nice and red, but it’s worth it.

Saturday night, we were messing around, and The Professor came without permission. That, in our house, is the ultimate sexual faux pas. I didn’t say much at the time, just rolled over and finished myself off with my favorite vibrator, but he knew he messed up.

Honestly, I was taken by surprise and was really into what we were doing at the time, and I wasn’t upset or mad. It took me a day to figure out how I wanted to handle it. I’m making progress; a few months ago, I probably would have pouted and told him that it was ok, even though I was disappointed. This time, I didn’t say anything. I simply sent him to the bathroom to clean himself up, brought myself to orgasm with my vibrator and went to sleep.

Luckily, I had all day Sunday to think about it. I had let him out of the CB3000 that morning and hadn’t put him back in. We were sitting on the couch after dinner watching tv and working our way through some beverages, and I began slowly caressing his thigh, moving closer and closer to his cock. I could feel him stirring, so I climbed on top of his lap and kissed him deeply. When he started to put his hands on me, I reminded him that I had not given him permission to do so.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I continued to kiss him and grind my crotch into him, feeling him grow hard beneath me. I took my shirt off, exposing my breasts, and brushed my nipples against his lips. He knew that he didn’t have permission to kiss or lick them, even as close as they were to his mouth. I heard a small whimper escape his lips.

When we moved into the bedroom, I told him to strip and lie down on the bed, hands at his sides. I grabbed the crop from beside the bed and began to caress his thighs with it, moving around so that I straddled his chest and my pussy was in his face. I started with some light slaps on his thighs and balls, then turned him over and began to work on his ass in earnest. I could feel him squirming beneath me, and as I saw the color rise in his ass cheeks, I felt the heat rising between my legs. The more he squirmed and cried out, the more wet I became.

I turned him over and made him hold the crop handle between his teeth while I kissed his pelvis and rolled his balls around in my mouth. I came up for air and began to kiss him with the crop handle still in his mouth. You would have thought that I was fucking him from the moaning that ensued, but I wasn’t touching him at all. I continued to kiss around the crop in his mouth, sucking on his lips and running my tongue across the handle between his teeth. My hand worked its way down to his cock, running my fingertips softly across the quivering flesh, never wrapping my hand around it even though I knew that was what he wanted. His moaning grew loader, and he rocked on the bed, trying to push his cock into my hand as I kissed the crop in his mouth.

I pulled the crop out of his mouth, rapped it sharply on his balls twice, and told him to get dressed. He moaned and pleaded with me to give him release, and even though I was wet and ready, I knew that he couldn’t have handled it if I fucked him. He would have come as soon as my hot, wet pussy slipped down over him. I left him there on the bed, got dressed and poured myself another glass of wine.