What does it mean to give your life to Christ?

 

Anyone care to answer?

For me lately it means the government will make sure to dictate what kind of religion I need to worship if a guy like Mitt Romney is president. A shiver just went down my spine…

But really. Feel free to answer. I’ve never really ever completely understood.

And I was raised Church of Christ.

*Some clarification.

I know a  guy like Mitt is no threat because he will never win. And being a Mormon hurts him. However it’s what he said that the extreme right really grabbed on to when he said to have freedom is to have religion. And I feel that you have to BE free to have whatever religion you choose.

I quite disagree with melding church and state and there are signs everywhere (though somewhat small) that we could some day have that kind of nation — full blast. And the government should never tell me that it’s only THEIR way of God that I should worship. When I say “I” I mean every person in America. We all should be able to choose. Church and state is forced in small-town America all over the nation and that is what I fear can spread.

However my question is quite a selfish one.

I want to hear from people who didn’t raise me! 

So, what does this question mean to you?

 

 

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Day 72: Wipe down your equipment

I’ve started counting calories…reluctantly.

The working out has been steady but I’ve been under the delusion that I’ve been eating the right portions of everything. Wrong. Of course wrong! I’ve been counting calories for a little more than a week and have already lost enough inches for the owner of this cafe across the street from my job to ask, “Have you lost weight?”

I didn’t just jump on this calorie thing. I did it kicking and screaming until my mother bought and gave me several books to help me along. And some notebooks to keep track. I’m staying at no more than 2,000 calories and I’ve done quite well. It doesn’t even annoy me that much anymore and I’ve lost a few of my hard and fast cravings: burgers, pizza…Sonic slushes. Wait. Now that I’ve typed that I need to find the calorie count for one because a slush suddenly sounds good…

Anyway, my mother has noted my progress. She is concerned for me because I’ve been so concerned. Because of medication and a thyroid disorder, she has trouble with her weight. In fact she is very good at managing food intake and now I’m in training. I’m only a pound away from dropping under the dreaded weight I am now which, no matter how disclosing I am here, I will never share. At least not until I am well below it.

Because of overdoing the reception on Saturday and dancing all night, I haven’t hit the gym. I am only just now nearly 100 percent from having all that nausea. I don’t think a hangover lasts that long and I’m now convinced I got food poisoning from the all of six bites of Chinese food I had that night after the club. Or maybe it’s because I haven’t been doing that kind of food and my body went into shock. Don’t know.

The last time I went to the gym my favorite treadmill was covered in snot and spit. No lie! It was like someone was so determined to finish their miles that they didn’t care they had an upper-respiratory infection or other funky health issue in the process. It was so sick I almost didn’t work out. But instead I grabbed on to the very dry elliptical machine and tried not to heave. I don’t know why I shared that except to give warning to all of you who work out and like to grab onto those heart-rate bars like I do. Never again.

Follow-up photos from the show…

What is this? Could that be my father actually smiling? Yes it is. That’s also a sigh of relief that the show was up and didn’t have any major problems. I don’t have many photos here but it says enough I suppose. People came and went and I look as if I’m about to spew my wine out of my mouth in that last shot! I think my friend was saying something funny.

Please feel free to get some of your holiday items from my site. All of the purchasable prints can also be postcards and we all know you can’t have enough of those? If you do purchase stuff, you will keep that smile on my father’s face…