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I'm a Christian

 There are many different kinds of "Christian" out there.  Even those who do not go to church know this.  Let me give you a quick blog of what kind of Christian I am - off the top of my head. 

If any of you have watched the movie, "Jesus Camp" - I'm not that kind of Christian.  I don't believe that we need to speak in tongues or perform miracles.  I don't believe that because the purpose of speaking in tongues and miracles have already been achieved.  They are to build up the young church, and to prove that the apostles truly had the power of God in them.  Today, we have the Bible to guide us in all things, and the Bible is proven eyewitness account of the miracles of past - so there is no use in the speaking of tongues or miracles.  There are many churches who say that the power of miracles is still present today.  I'm not convinced.  You never see in the newspaper, "Deaf man healed" or "Man healed of AIDS at church".  There's always comments and claims, but there's nothing to tie it down. 

In the Bible, in the book of Acts, there are many miracles that are beyond comphresion.  There are accounts of men crippled all their lives, and known by the community - but suddenly being able to walk again.  There are people who died, but was raised from the dead.  There was such a public spectale, and it was always amazing.  Today, you don't see that in those churches who claim to be able to heal the blind and raise the dead. 

Some believe that deafness is a disease of the Devil, and that they should be healed of it.  I believe that Deafness is a gift to me from God, and that I am blessed to be Deaf so I can infulence other Deaf people to become Christians.  God makes us deaf, God makes us blind, and God makes us handicapped.  It is His decision.   

I'm not an evangelical Christian - those who would rather keep thier children homeschooled and try to lobby Congress.  I'm just a simple, down-to-earth Christian - one who is concerned about preaching the gospel to the lost in my hometown.  I'm also focused on Gallaudet University, where I am going this fall.  I don't have time to worry about Congress - I already have enough to worry as it is.  I believe into being in the world like Christ was - and that means not seperating myself from the "nasty sinners" - but being friends with them and hoping that they can change their ways to glorify God. 

I believe that homosexuality is a sin.  It is not my belief alone, but it is what God says through the Bible.  I'm not prejuidical against gay people, but I'm telling them that it is not what God wanted.  It is not natural, it is not what God destined for love and reproduction.  Man with man cannot bear children, and it is the same with women.  I have a lot of friends who are gay - and I'm not against them as a person.  I'm against what they do.  It is not an easy position to take - but I'm standing up for Jesus first and foremost. 

I don't want your money.  I just want you in church.  There are so many television preachers that say if you sow a seed of 1,000, you will reap ten times more.  I'm not into that kind of thing.  I just want your body in church, your mind on the scripture, and your soul saved.  I want to see you in heaven.  That's all I want.  I don't have any political agendas or any kind of strategy to glorify myself.  I want to glorify God. 

I don't believe that Genesis is symbolical.  I believe that there was an acutal event where Adam and Eve was in the garden of Eden, I believe in the flood, I believe in Abraham, I believe in all of those kind of things.  I believe in them because I believe in Christ, and Christ spoke of those things.  It is not a joke or a bedtime story - those are real events.  What is a joke is the belief that we came from ooze or monkeys.  Look at the world - and look at your own complex brain.  We are not children of beasts.  We are children of a compex and intelligent God. 

I believe that if you want to be saved, you must hear the gospel.  You must believe in the gospel.  You must accept Jesus Christ as our savior.  You must confess of you sins.  You must repent of your old ways.  You must be baptized for the forgiveness of sins.  And, you must keep on until the end (Rev 2:10).  Belief alone won't be enough.  You've got to live it and prove to God that you are for real.  And that is by living the right lives and bearing the fruit of a Christian.  And once you are saved, you are not "always saved".  You can fall.  But, the good news is that if we walk in the right way, in the light, our sins are consantly forgiven.  But once we stop walking in the light, our sins are not consantly forgiven. 

I believe that people are good.  They know what is good.  God has put consciences in every one of us.  We know what is wrong and right in this world.  I believe that all people, deep down inside, really do know that there is a God.  I believe that each and every person has the potential to be saved and to be an excellent and humble servant of Christ.  But, I also see that many people abandon what is good and seek their own pleasure.  Even those kind of people CAN be changed. 

I don't believe that in the future, Israel will be glorified and that Christ will return and rule for 1,000 years.  I believe that the kingdom is already here, that we are stones of the kingdom, and that Christ is King.  The church is the kingdom, and we are the kingdom.  The kingdom is expanding everyday. 

That's about all that I want to share today.  If you want to know why I believe in those, I'll back it up with scripture.  Just e-mail me at alexabenchuchan@yahoo.com. 

That's the kind of Christian I am - and it is not because I chose to be this kind of Christian.  It is because I try my best to follow exactly what the Bible expects out of us, and not what man expects out of us. 

May God's name be glorified. 

Clouds gather in rage, their purple flashes of lighting slithering.  hail is coming down, covered with blood.  the white, white harvest is broken down.  deep into the bushes, deep into the harvest, in the darkest shadows, are fericous lions, their golden eyes lust, their claws itching, seeking innoncent flesh.  their muscles, rippling like the ocean, reverbate back and forth their powerful backs.  with every step the lions take, the harvest is broken down.  the hail pounds and pounds on the suffering soil.  in the middle of it all is tower clock, it's proud flag screaming.  a lion is there, roaring on the top of the tower.  it defies the roars of thunder.  it defies the white harvest.  it defies all.  blood is coming down, blood is coming down!  beneath every shadow, beneath every dark place, is a lion.  they are ravenous, so hungry, so thristy.  on their mouths are the blood of the innocent, inside their stomaches is the harvest.  oh, the harvest, how white it was!  now, it is broken down.  now, it is stomped all over.  now, it is eaten by the lions.  

suddenly, suddenly,

every one of the lions let out a deep roar!  they all look into the distance!  

a rider is coming!  a rider is coming!  he has an armor on, his his lions are girded with truth, his breastplate is righteous, his feet are shod with the gospel of peace, and he has a shield of faith!

all the lions are crouching, their eyes of lust set on the rider.  three lions on the left, three lions on the right, they all come closer, they slither through the broken harvest.  it is pounding hail, purple clouds of thunder and lighting come crashing down. 

the rider is coming closer, the rider is coming closer!

the lion with the black eyes, the deepest black, jumps up out of the shadows, roars as a flaming arrow comes out of his mouth.  now, now, every lion is throwing flaming arrows!  the arrows are long and bright, and full of raging fire.  they all shoot forward, every one them, racing to the rider.

tower clock is breaking down!  the walls groan, the windows howl, the stairs crumble.  more and more lions climb on top of it, their weight, their heavy, heavy bodies on the exhausted building.  there are more and more and more lions, more and more and more!  there, here, to your right, to your left!  every one of them is climbing on the building, lions on lions, they are clawing on each other!

the rider is coming closer!  the rider is coming closer!

the flaming arrows are still flying, speeding towards the rider's head, and as they are about to plunge through the horse and the rider, he extinguishes all the flames!  he extinguishes every one of the flaming arrows and with a loud neigh, the horse gallops even harder!  He takes out the sword of the Spirit, it's edges sharp and true, it's point fericous and merciless, its color brilliant and more beautiful than gold, its handle full of precious jewels. 

the lions, the lions, they are coming!  they are coming closer!  they come all around the rider!  they snap their jaws shut, smoke comes out of their noses!  they claw and bite at the horse!

the rider, with his eyes closed, his mouth closed, his hands true and clasped firmly around the sword, lifts the sword upwards.  all the lions hiss, every one of them, they are exposed, they are seen, they are terrified! 

the edge of the sword is thrust in a lion, and another, and one more, and two more, and three more!  they are wounded, the powerful lions are wounded!  yet they still hiss and roar, they still chase the rider! 

oh, the white harvest, how white it was, and how ruined it is!  the harvest, oh the harvest!  the rider stops, the lions stop, it is all quiet, all the scene is quiet.  the hail is still pounding, purple thunder still vibrates, but all the lions are quiet!  the horse is stopped, the rider is on the tired soil. 

he kneels down, and he weeps! 

Lubbock Winds

Lubbock is a windy city.  Today was really, really windy.  When I drove this morning to school, all I could see was brown dust in the air and the green trees shaking like a dog after a bath.  You know what sucked about this - I washed my car last saturday.  I don't wash my car often - it doesn't get dirty and I don't have the habit of washing my car.  Well, I washed it, and gave it a lot of work.  It looked shiny and great, but then this morning it was windy.  To make matters worse, it rained hard yesterday - so there are a lot of puddles, and my car gets wet, and all the dust sticks to the car.  Now, my car is dirty, around 450 times more dirty than what it was last Saturday.  I look like a redneck now - I just need a confederate flag and something like I HAVE A HEMI on my bumper. 

I'll be graduating in May - and I'll have some people coming over, mostly family.  I hope that Lubbock will be really, really windy that day - because I'd be proud of it.  I'd say that I sailed through Lubbock for two years, but there was not any water.  I'd then laugh and then my right shoelace would come off.  And when I bend down to tie my right shoelace, a squirrel would come by.  I would then realize i barely see squirrels in Lubbock. 

There are much more squirrels in the east.  IT's hard to believe that I'm going back to DC in the fall.  There will be a lot of squirrels, and I'm ready to chew on some sunflower seeds in front of them - and tell them to get a job and stop crawling up other trees and causing trouble. 

But, yeah, my car is dirty.  Should I wash it this Saturday again?  It'll just get dirty again.  But, that kind of thinking is dangerous - before I know it, my car will be as covered as that stupid Enterprise rental commerical where the car is completely covered in something like brown shopping bags.  When I was a child, I thought - how in the heck can the driver see?  I thought that it might be a method of hunting deer - because you can't swerve in time. 

Here, it is so windy that when i roll down the window, and I'm going only 5 miles per hour, my hair gets blown as if I'm driving on the freeway.  It makes me scared, and I've wept.  but then the dust comes on my face, and it sticks to my face.  i took a shower yesterday, and now i'm dirty.  maybe i just shouldn't take a shower.

I went to Mexico City for my break week a few weeks ago.  It was an excellent time.  I would reccomend it definitly, but be sure to be there for more than a week so you can get to know how to use the subway, the areas, the restaurants, etc.  It reminds me a lot of DC. 

I've been playing basketball with the students lately, and it's pretty competitve.  my right toe is cracked due to the players slamming their sneakers into my toes.  it's an enjoyable sport - one that i have not appreciated fully until the recent weeks.  but you can't play basketball outside.  becuase when you shoot, the ball goes right - due to the wind.  the famous lubbock winds.  so, you have to angle your shoot for it to go a little left, and you get the hang of it.  the problem - when you play in an indoor court, the ball sails to the glass and bounces and hits a nasal nose and wells it up with blood. 

ah, i better go to bed.  i only have one class tomorrow - so it is a chill day.  i'm really fixin to get myself a big, juicy burger tomorrow night.  oh yeah.  none for the squirrels.  i'm not letting a speck of dust get on my burger.