What an inheritance.

I used to doubt that we (human kind) had as much authority over creation as Genesis tells us we do. That is probably because it´s all screwed up and things don´t work as they were intended. But what does it now mean if Christ has redeemed all of creation? Somehow redemption of the universe has already taken place, that happened on the Cross, but the fall-out must still be in progress. For now it is the task and privilidge of the Redeemed to distribute the fruits of Christs once-for-all act.
(What follows might be taken as grounds for pride but I´m the first to make it clear that there is no merit or accomplishment apart from Gods gift.)
I just took authority over a 50lb male American Bull Dog in the midst of a freinzied fight in a dark corner complete with much blood, screaming and growling,

and he cowered at my feet.

I can tell you it wasn´t just the steel pipe in my hand that made him submit, if you´ve ever seen a real dog fight, especially involving a bred killer like a Bull Dog, you´ll agree that the outcome is almost exclusivly death. I´m still trembling. This is the second time I´ve been involved in a dog fight with large bulldogs. I pray that you´ll never have to test me on this, but you can pound on them for all you´re worth and they won´t let go. Something other than force or saavy happened tonight.
I´ve read the verses and I´ve heard more than a few sermons but now I can testify: God has given us great authority. We really have no idea of the depth of the riches that are ours as co-heirs with Christ.

Ya know what? The one who made the universe loves ME!

Welcome to my home.













Here is the front porch:















Here is the kitchen:















The living room:















Bed room:















The bathroom:












(JUST KIDDING- THAT IS SOOOOO GROSS!)




You see I'm what you call a "Rubber-tramp"
I have the open road instead of the 9 to 5,
I have a Coleman stove where I'm able to fry,
I've lost my shackles, and my spirit doth thrive,
I've left my familiar comfort
But the lack of those familial, does hurt.
My luxury now is a clean smelling shirt,
A spigot with space for my sudsy head,
And a sheltered place to make my bed.
My leg is sore and my arm is red,
But I have the chance to see the nations,
And to worship in sight of owls' silent predation.
The mutual benefit of random relations
Brings a new sense of love for the other;
Miles away I find sister, brother.
(Church ladies, I find, are quick to mother.)
But who are these people, from every walk and race
who welcome a pungent stranger and even embrace
Him as their own? Could it be that in him they see the face
Of the One who had the love to create?
Is this a step in the path of the One they emulate?
Isn't this the group that should break down hate
In every facet if its hold on lives and culture?
Our enemy is common; a lion, a vulture.
But does a scattered family have what it takes? Sure.
The potential is not ours, but from above,
To exercise the law of faith, hope and love.
Even when blemished clay is all we're made of?
This community, a collection of cups, is the design
of the Master; whate'er befall we'll do fine.
So, won't you join to strengthen this family of mine?

¿ Keith?

Hi my name is Keith.


I’m 23.


I live in Brantford Ontario 550 meters from the exact spot I was born.














I grew up here















I went to school here,















this is where I learned to drive a screw,















and shoot an arrow.















My family











and friends are here.



I trained for trades,















and filled my brains nearby.
















I am white,
















healthy,










and advantaged in every way. But these things don’t define me.



Increasingly my existence is qualified by a mysterious connection of my heart to a supernatural entity that is forever outside of my comprehension and that I fumble to describe. I’ve never seen it and can’t explain it, but it exerts incredible force on a part of me, and in a way which, I don’t understand. But there is intelligence and compassion in it: life. . . personality. It has gained my trust and won my love, even returning it a thousand-fold. It has shown me truth and revealed His face.


This









Is the one I will follow through the storm, to the nations and to the grave. For He is worthy.