All the major elements found in nature all created by GOD to show His power, his vastness, His love of variety and His deep flow of creativity, for real. Selah. # beautiful. 😊

Absolutely, yes. And I also love all people. All people make me smile and laugh, for real. # people person. # interpersonal relationship builder. Selah. :-)

This Quiz Will Accurately Reveal The Creepiest Thing About You

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Reblog this if you think it’s accurate and we will reblog your post!

Surprisingly accurate…

holy shit! it was accurate!

Shockingly violent 😈😈😈

Umm yep really accurate😰😱

Very Accurate, yes.

Unfortunately accurate

It is only partly true and partly accurate. It definitely gives me something to think about, for real. :-)

As a believer and follower of Christ, we know that one of the best gifts we can give someone is the knowledge of the life that they could have with God; The knowledge of what they can expect living a Christian life. We are forgiven for our sins, and made to be a new creation. What is a better gift than that?! However, there is still suffering involved in our lives, and sometimes that can be hard to explain to people. As soon as they think their life won’t be perfect when they turn to Christ, they lose all interest. The point of the matter is, Jesus saved us from sin, not from trouble. We suffer for Christ, because he once suffered for us. We need to find enough joy in the fact that we were set free from our guilt. Our joy doesn’t come from a perfect life, it comes from being able to reside in him. It comes from being forgiven. It comes from the thankfulness that we have towards Him. Bringing people to Christ is one of the greatest forms of thanks we could give to Him. Let’s stand together in one spirit and worship Him. 

# deep Spiritual Truth in Christ Jesus, for real. #Selah. # rhema word. :-)

PLEASE BE CAREFUL AND JUST STAY HOME

If you go to Carleton University, please just stay home tomorrow!!!

This has been circulating around in Instagram and I wanted to share it here to signal boost this as much as possible. It’s better to be safe.

Update: The photo I first posted didn’t include the date so I put one with the date on it. I saw both on people’s stories. Sorry I didn’t put the one with the date first. Many have informed me that this was a hoax (thankfully). I’ll delete this later today to avoid confusion.

What I’ve read from the reblogs is that the profile pic was found on google but the guns weren’t. So either way, stay vigilant, stay calm, and stay safe.

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Illogical

hahaha look at this 6-page behemoth

TW: none

   L.O.G.I.C was used to wandering around. A year ago, his home- and creator- burned to the ground as he wasted away time at the local Scholar’s Guild. Did he blame himself for not being with the one who built him in their final moments? …Not particularly. It was illogical, he told himself, to mourn when he had not directly impacted the circumstances that had led to their death; yet, thinking about them always led to some sort of pang where he assumed his heart would be if he had one.

   The AI was currently meandering throughout town, taking notes and drawing what he saw as he walked slowly down the cobblestone streets. The suns burned orange and red in the late summer sky, crystals hanging tree branches as they glittered, casting multi-colored reflections on the robot. He sat on a nearby, sketching the enchanting vegetation in his new learbound journal, which the market woman claimed to be from Noira. He admired people hurrying to and fro, their destinations unknown to him. Laughing couples stopped to look in shop windows, clutching one another’s hands as a sign of affection, little children begged their mothers for sweets, and animals danced about in the sky, trees, and streets as nature did as it did.

   As the brilliant sun began setting upon the little town, the robot went back to his current home- the Guild. There, the clerk welcomed him with a bright smile. “Oh, L.O.G.I.C, you’re back! I left you a couple new tomes in your room for you to catalog tomorrow morning,” she said cheerfully. He watched her put on her beige trench coat and grey flat cap, stuffing her hair underneath, and leave, waving goodbye to him. He nodded politely as the door shut close. He would be alone for the next twelve hours or so.

   He turned on his heel and headed into the back of the Guild’s expansive library. Before him stood two imposing doors painstakingly painted with a beautiful mural. The robot had studied every detail of the mural, quite literally saving it to his memory. A young woman clad in a haunting white dress reached a hand towards a beast of black ash, its yellow eyes beginning to fade. Behind the painted woman were four others: a scrawny figure surrounded by a purple aura, a centaur surrounded by sky blue, a prince (judging by the overly extravagant, stupid crown on his head) surrounded by red, and tall figure surrounded by dark blue. The auras of the four followers always seemed to dance late at night, when torchlight was low and L.O.G.I.C’s battery began to run out of power, forcing his vision’s clarity to diminish to save power.

   Pushing past the doors and their mythical mural, the robot made his way into the small dorms the Guild kept for any travelers or late-working clerks. He opened the door to his room, and was met with the inviting smell of home, whatever that meant now. It smelled like parchment and jam and electricity, which shouldn’t even have been a smell, but to him it just felt like the right way to describe the small little room.

   Papers were organized in neat little piles on a wooden desk, and inkwells of three different colors- red, blue, and black- decorated the edge pushed against the grey-walled corner. The opposite corner held in perfectly made bed covered with navy blue sheets. In the final occupied corner, L.O.G.I.C had managed to acquire a bookshelf for his numerous journals and books. They lined the shelves in neatly arranged rows, organized in the precise manner he was known for.

   He went through his nightly routine, digging his portable charger out from under his bed where he had stashed it that morning. Though sleep wasn’t technically necessary for him, it still felt nice to feel human sometimes. Even if he had to keep telling himself these so-called “feelings” were illogical and just glitches in his software. He yanked the covers up quite aggressively after that last thought, before much more calmly turning the brightness of the micro-lights in his eyes and slipping beneath the bed sheets, plugging the charger into the back of his head.

   In order to conserve battery life and to help while away the hours, he sent himself into Sleep Mode.

   L.O.G.I.C. woke in the middle of the night at a tiny bell ringing in his ears. Charging completed, the little voice told him. He groaned, not wanting to be awake just yet. He pulled the covers off of himself, swinging his heavy legs over the frame of the bed. It was no use going back to Sleep Mode, there was no need for it; besides, the earlier he got up, the more things he would be able to accomplish in the day.

   He began by cataloging the books the redhead clerk had told him about last night, but soon finished his task, and idled about, unsure what to do now. Pausing a moment to think about what he now wanted to do, L.O.G.I.C. went back to his room to grab his newest journal and a few ink pens, as well as a few reference books he might need, which he put into a small satchel that hung by his side. He also pulled a navy cloak over him. He had heard the subtle patter of raindrops a few minutes ago, and rainwater might destroy his systems.

   He figured he had free time now, might as well do what he had been planned for months now- that is, to fix himself. The robot wanted to finally fix the sole mistake his creator had ever made. Finally fix the weird glitches he kept experienced, the odd longings he shouldn’t have, the last night existentialism he hoped was just an error.

   Quietly, the robot slipped out the front door with his satchel and headed for the edge of town, where an expansive, pristinely white complex of buildings surrounded by black chain-link fences sprung up from what was once swampland. It was known colloquially as the Lab, though its official title was “The Institution for Scientific and Technological Advancement (and Center for Engineering)”. But that was a mouthful- even the robot with perfect speech and linguistic ability agreed.

   It was a short walk to the Lab, though it wouldn’t have taken as long if L.O.G.I.C. hadn’t stopped to marvel at the moon, watching over him at its zenith, and the twinkling stars that circled the heavens. From here, he could see the constellations everyone knew by heart. But he had a mission, and he’d rather complete it in the dark hours of the morning than in the middle of the afternoon, when there would surely be others who required more assistance than him.

   It was hardly a problem for the AI to get around the lackluster security, and quickly made his way into the complex. He’d only been there once before, but it was no deal to pull up the building’s blueprints behind his eyes. Without another moment of hesitation, the robot hurried to the technological wings of the complex, ready to finally be normal.

   Who knew the Lab would have such advanced programming? L.O.G.I.C thought to himself as the computer’s screen once again displayed an error screen. He was absolutely stumped. Surely, the passcode to break firewall the programmers had set up was something simple. It had to be around somewhere.

   A sudden, rather loud crash echoed from the other side of the room. The robot froze, the little microphones in his ears picking up the faint sound of two people bickering with one another. He couldn’t make out words just yet, but as they grew closer, he make out phrases and individual words.

   “…wrong way, Roman,” one was saying.

   “…never get lost…” was the reply he heard. Slowly but surely, the two people appeared in his line of sight. He crouched behind the desk he was standing at, using its bulky figure to hide himself from the intruders. The cameras that allowed him to see narrowed in on the two figures. They were tall, though the one with an… extravagant (stupid) crown on his head (were those flowers?) was noticeably shorter, likely only as tall as he was because of the heeled boots he was wearing, the buckles flapping about, certainly not being used the way they were supposed to be used. The other was quite striking, to say the least; graceful antlers decked the sides of head, at least a foot in length, and were translucent, lavender and pastel pink and soft blue colors flowing throughout them like an old invention L.O.G.I.C. had read about called a lava lamp.

   Perhaps they were employees, though the way the one called Roman looked about the quiet place, it was doubtful. They were most likely trespassing. Which, his brain reminded him, he was doing, too. In a moment of absolute stupidity- to this day, he claims it was glitch in the system- L.O.G.I.C. stood up, startling the two trespassers. The one named Roman let out a high-pitched shriek, throwing his hands up in front of his face, while his companion jumped several feet in the air, letting out a low scream that sounded something along the lines “SPIDERS!” Once they saw the robot, however, the two seemed to calm down some.

   The prince character stepped forward first, hands on his hips. Analyzing his posture, the systems within his head told him that, though he was exerting extraordinary confidence, his eyes wavered, scanning the room, and he was biting his lip, implying he was harboring some sort of self-confidence issues. With a dramatic flourish of his gloved hand, the boy asked, “And what are you doing here, peasant?” The friend lightly swatted the boy’s arm.

   “Roman, that’s not how we should introduce ourselves!” he whispered.

   “Well, that’s how every other ruler I’ve known introduces himself, I’m just following the examples I’m been taught my entire life!” the prince whispered back. Coughing loudly, he turned back to the robot. “Yes, where was I? Ah, yes! Why are you here?”

   The AI rolled his eyes, feeling something described as annoyance flutter through him, though feelings can’t exactly flutter through wires and metal and coding. “The very same could be asked of you two,” he replied, gesturing to the two trespassers. Before either could respond, he held up a finger to silence them and added, “But to answer your question, I am here to reprogram myself. I have experienced several glitches that impede my function.” The antlered man tilted his head, opening his mouth to say something before an alarm went off, flashing red in the otherwise dark room. The prince boy shrieked again, clinging terrified to his companion. Whispered words flew between them; L.O.G.I.C. lowered the volume of the microphones in his ears to be polite.

   “How exactly did you two get in here?” he asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

   “Um.. well… we sort of just… smashed the lock and ran… Were we not supposed to do that?” the antlered one asked, his pale face flushing. The AI nodded briskly, heaving a long sigh. Without warning, he grabbed the arms of the two men and yanked them as he began running out of the lab, shoving open the door to burst into a long monochromatic hallway. He could hears noises of surprise and confusion from the two men as he pulled them along. Soon enough, he stopped before a pair of steel doors.

   “Hmm… now to just figure out the code…” he mused aloud.

   “Oh, I can take care of that!” he heard from behind him, turning around in time to see the antlered man transform into a humongous creature covered in grey, leathery skin. From the front of its head grew a single, long horn that could easily puncture a being’s body. The creature drew back and charged full force at the door as L.O.G.I.C. stepped back, curiously observing the strange creature. The doors flew off their hinges, slightly crumpled at the site of the impact. With ease, the creature turned back into the man he had been before as L.O.G.I.C. watched on curiously. A shapeshifter, then. This man had just changed his own mass; he must have been from one of the magic-harnessing galaxies.

   “Why are you helping us?” the prince one- Roman, his brain reminded him, said suspiciously.

   “Though I would like to get rid of my issue as soon as possible, it seems tonight is not the proper time. If you were caught, then I would also be at risk. I cannot allow myself to be shut down before I get rid of these godforsaken errors,” he explained quickly, ushering the young men towards the chain-link fence, keeping low to avoid cameras. Something shiny, something reflective, caught his eyes and he turned. His jaw dropped at the sight of a spaceship just sitting in the field the Lab was built upon, all of its lights turned on. Forget smashing locks, it was the very obvious spaceship that probably caused the alarm to be sounded.

   “Is that your spaceship? It seems like a Sanders model, class Yersinia. Those are normally quite expensive to get, however did you get a hold of one?” he rambled.

   “Of course it’s our spaceship, a prince will only accept the best of the best, whatever the creators have put their effort and love into. And, uh… it was my family’s,” the young man with the unnecessary crown said, his voice cracking at the end. The AI made a mental note. He steered the men towards their spaceship, beginning to formulate a plan to get back into the complex, disable the alarm system in case the fools came back, and finally reprogram himself. He had gone through this much trouble already, it was logical to complete what he had set out to do.

   But, of course, he plans were foiled as soon as he got to the ramp of the spaceship. He intended to wave goodbye, perhaps show a little politeness, before heading back into the Lab; the antlered man had different plans, apparently.

   He grabbed the AI by his metal arm and begun dragging him into the Bay of the ship.

   “W-what are you doing?” he stuttered, flustered at being touched without initiating it. The man only smiled cheerfully at him, and L.O.G.I.C. felt his resolve begin to weaken.

   “You’re coming with us, of course!” he said without hesitation. “Oh, I just knew that soothsayer was right! She said we’d find a robot under a moon who was meant to travel with us! (She also said that there was a fourth one we’re supposed to find before Calypso’s blood something or other leads us into victorious battle, but there’s always a chance she was crazy…) ANYWAYS!” The robot jumped at the shout, momentarily distracted from his attempts to free himself from the iron grip of the shapeshifter. “You’re coming with us! No ifs, ands, or buts!”

   From the depths of the complex, small figures clad in black emerged, toting rather large, deadly-looking guns. The robot alerted the two men to the newcomers. “Well, Patton, drag him in! I don’t think he’s coming with us willingly, and I don’t think those guys with the big shootys appreciate us very much. Tch. Nobody appreciates my presence anymore!” The one called Roman went on a rant about being underappreciated, how he was just as a good a ruler as anybody else, as he headed into the ship, swallowed by the ship’s blinking lights. The man currently gripping his arm in a vice- Patton- smiled sweetly.

   “Could you please allow me to bring you onto this ship? I don’t want to be kidnapping you or anything, though it would technically be called botnapping. Y’know, because you’re a robot, and all…” Patton giggled at his joke, and L.O.G.I.C’s resolve weakened even further. “Please?” he pleaded, pouting slightly in a manner similar to those of the town children begging their parents for sweets or toys.

   Part of him knew it was illogical to follow these odd travelers and dive headfirst into their tomfoolery. He should stay here, do what he’d been meaning to do for a long, and continue helping out at the Guild. But part of him- the side full of errors, he told himself- yearned to follow these fools and join them in what he was sure to be an adventure. Part of him didn’t want to rid his systems of these strange glitches. Part of him knew it wasn’t like he was leaving much behind. The Guild could always find someone to replace him. Perhaps he might find a better, more efficient way to reprogram himself. And, besides, it not like he wasn’t falling victim to the soft baby blue eyes of the shapeshifter, silently wheedling away at his resolve.

   “…Alright, fine,” he rapidly conceded before he could think about having regrets or second thoughts. The one called Patton squealed happily, which was endearing to the otherwise emotionless robot, and dragged him into the spaceship as the people in black began firing at them. “Stupid emotions,” the robot muttered under his breath before the ramp closed before his eyes, and he found himself in the Bay of the ship. Several hallways split off from the one he was in now. Patton immediately began dragging him down one of them, stopping in front of a door, where he waved his hand in front of a sensor. The door opened seamlessly, revealing the pilot’s seat and control panel.

   “I hope you don’t get spacesick,” Patton said as he slid into the seat, waving his hands exaggeratedly over the controls that came to life in vibrant colors. Patton, probably experienced in flying away from less-than-optimal situations, pressed a button, and a holographic steering wheel appeared. “Hold on to something, okay, kiddo?” L.O.G.I.C. complied immediately, not wanting to damage his internal systems.

   Without warning, Patton gunned it and the ship lifted off of the ground as he heard bullets ricocheting off the exterior. L.O.G.I.C. heard a groan from outside and figured the one named Roman hadn’t grasped something during takeoff. He could see the prince (or whatever he was) doing that often and smirked as the spaceship leveled out.

   The sky expanded as they flew higher and higher. The robot felt a pang in his heart; he was sad to leave his home, but it’s not like there was anything to lose. Besides. He had a feeling that perhaps he was supposed to be with these two strangers who had just burst into the Lab less than a hour ago. He had a feeling that wherever they were headed (wait, where were they headed?), he was supposed to be with them.

   “Say, what’s your name, kiddo?” Patton was saying.

   “My creator gave the name of L.O.G.I.C. I believe your friend is Roman and you are Patton?” he said. He saw Patton nod in the reflection of the glass, smiling happily.

   “Well, that makes sense! You seem pretty logical to me!” L.O.G.I.C cracked a smile before wiping it off his face. He didn’t do emotions. He wouldn’t start now.

   “I’ve taken rather illogical actions over the course of my life, for lack of a better word. The most recent one being boarding this ship.”

   “Don’t worry, L.O.G.I.C.,” Patton replied as the AI began observing all the stars clustered across the heavens, so close it looked like he could touch them. He’d never been this close to the stars he loved. “You’re sure to do even more illogical stuff with us around!”

   Somehow, L.O.G.I.C. didn’t have a problem with that.

Can I just say, IT IS SO HARD TO WRITE LOGAN! I watched several Sanders Sides videos again to figure out how to write him and his dialogue (it was worth it).

I hope you guys enjoyed the next installment of what I hope will eventually be a full-fledged story(time) :D

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# perfectly imperfect. #completely incomplete. # be you/do you in Christ Jesus. # always and forevermore, for real. Selah.

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# truth. # exactly. Be you and do you in Christ Jesus, for real. Selah. :-)

Guys, can we start a kindcore gang?

Like we just hang and support each other and do good and little acts of kindness?

I’m serious, anyone interested?

Plz?

That's a really good idea. :-)

The Gospel

Every day, more and more, we see the signs of the times ticking by. Jesus Christ will be returning soon, and bringing Judgment with Him. If you are not a follower of Jesus yet, I beg you to consider (or to reconsider) the Gospel, that in Jesus you will find forgiveness of sins, everlasting life, and the right to be called Children of God.

It may be that, near as the return of Jesus is, you won’t live to see it. None of us are promised tomorrow; not a single hour of life is guaranteed to any of us. Some of you will live out your lives, barring Jesus’ return, and die many years from now. Some of you may not make it into tomorrow. Some people die suddenly, with no warning; this fact makes the need to be right with God all the more urgent.

If you haven’t heard the Gospel, or have heard it before and have forgotton, please allow me to share it with you:

In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth. After creating everything else, God finally made humankind. We are unique, the only beings in the Creation made in the Image of God, specifically to be in relationship with Him; to be His inheritance; a people called by His name, meant to share in reciprocal love with God of our own free choice.

After some time in Paradise, loving and being loved by God, our first parents fell into willful sin; that is to say, they willfully chose to do what they understood to be wrong.

God, being perfect in Justice and Righteousness, could not remain close to those first humans. He could not continue to bless them, commune with them as He had since the beginning. God, by His very nature, must judge and condemn evil. And so He judged our first parents and cast them out of the Paradise He’d made for them. He stripped them not only of their relationship with Him, but also of their immortality; He condemned them to death.

And yet, God is love; He loved humankind, and desired to save us from the fate our first parents brought down upon us (a fate that we deserve through our own willful sins). God, rather than destroying us completely, went to the very outermost edges of the possible to redeem us from our evil, to again make a way for us to be with Him and live forever.

God became a man; that man was Jesus Christ. Jesus lived a perfect life, without any sin at all (a feat none of us could accomplish), and at the appointed time, willingly offered Himself up as a sacrifice, taking upon Himself the guilt of all the sins of all humankind, from our first parents until now, and suffered a fitting punishment for that guilt.

After three days, Jesus rose from the dead by the power of God and ascended to Heaven. God accepted the sacrifice of Jesus as a fitting payment, a propitiation for the sins of humankind, and has in His abundant grace and mercy allowed anyone and everyone to receive forgiveness of sins and eternal life because of that sacrifice.

This is the scandal of God’s grace: no matter the sin, no matter how corrupt, how wicked, how evil a person has been, God stands ready to forgive them. God will relate to the most evil person who’s ever lived as if they have never sinned, on only one condition: faith.

To have faith in the Biblical sense means that we genuinely believe that the God of Israel exists, and that He cares enough to respond to anyone who seeks Him. And that we believe that Jesus Christ is exactly who and what the Bible says He is: the Son of God; God manifest in the flesh; perfect, and without sin; the Savior who, by His sacrificial death and subsequent resurrection, enables God to have mercy on all who trust in Him. Genuine faith leads to genuine repentance.

To repent means that we acknowledge our sins for what they are: willful acts of evil that deserve God’s justice. It means also to be willing to forsake those sins; every habit, every practice, every vice, every indulgence. We must at least be willing to turn away from our sins, and be willing to submit to God in obedience.

Anyone, everyone who calls on the name of the Lord Jesus in sincerity and truth will be saved. They will not come into judgment, but have, at the moment of faith, passed from death to life.

Please, I beg you, if you’re reading this and you do not believe, or you have not forsaken your sins, please, consider doing so now. Pray. Ask God to reveal Himself to you; He will answer, if you ask sincerely. In some way, and in His time, He will answer you. Don’t allow another day to pass by in your sins. Don’t risk your eternity. Don’t throw away the supreme gift of God’s grace.

Please, I beg you: repent and believe, and escape the coming Judgment.

But baptizing in the name of Jesus will also be a step to save your salvation. read Acts 2:38

@florheren That is simply not true. Baptism is not a necessity for a person to be saved. The thief on the cross next to Jesus was not baptized yet Jesus promised him that he would be with him.

Baptism is important because Jesus commanded us to do so but it is not a step to “save our salvation.” Christians get baptized as a public profession of our faith and dying to sin.

https://www.gotquestions.org/baptism-Acts-2-38.html

I thank you for your love of Christ Jesus, your love for the lost and backslidden souls and for your passionate exhortation. Draw nigh unto GOD and he shall draw nigh unto thee. Return unto the Lord and He shall Return unto thee. # saving truth. # reconciliation plea. # I salute you. Keep spreading your message of light, truth and hope in Christ Jesus because everybody needs to hear and choose to heed that message, for real. Selah. :-)

WHAT IS YOUR SOUL ELEMENT?

What is your soul element? Are you the master of fire, the controller of water, the bender of air, or the assembler of earth? 

Take this test to know 

Earth. And damn right I am!

Water

What did you guys get?

I’m air

Earth 🌿

I got Earth, and, oh boy, It sounds like someone took a page from my book and literally posted it here with that description… Spot on!

Fire very accurate

I got earth. Tbh I always kinda knew that but it’s nice to have confirmation.

I am cool water. :-)

The United States has experience yet another school shooting in Parkland, Florida. It was obvious after Sandy Hook that something needed to be done, but thoughts and prayers mean less and less each time when children and innocent people keep dying.

Thus, this is my response to those that offer their Thoughts and Prayers. Without Policy and Change, people are going to continue to die in senseless gun violence.

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The hearts, minds, souls and spirits of the people must be transformed from within or else this world will only grow worse and worse over time, for real. Selah. :-)

Winona Ryder in Heathers (1988) Natalia Dyer in Stranger Things (2016)

Stop adding stupid fucking photos to this post!!!

Not even remotely cool. :- | :- (

There are few things I’ve related to more

I refuse to believe that, ever. # the voice of agape love. Selah. :-)

Blessed!!! :-)

Who is that DJ? # unfamiliar. :- |

— Start praying about it tomorrow!

JESUSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! # I agree with most of what you have said. The best ways to serve GOD: purpose, high calling in Christ Jesus, identity, belonging, family in the Holy Spirit, family on earth, family in the flesh. We are one body, one bride, one Spirit man, one family, one community in Christ Jesus. All of us are. We are all one in CHRIST JESUS, for real. Selah. The short version: be you and do you in Christ Jesus alone. # Solo Christo. # true freedom in Christ.The Holy Spirit has revealed in me that I am VIBES the poetic evangelist in Yashua's name. # Spirit of excellence, for real. Poetry in the Holy Spirit has always been my job. It has also been my life's true work. # Spiritual passion for poetry. # artistic ministry and minister in Christ. All of this is who GOD says that I am, personally. :-)