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Name: Matthew Christopher Location: Ohio, United States Birthday: 12/26/1983 Gender: Male
Interests: enjoying life is totally one of my key goals while i'm still here. gods given me a passion for music, and other forms of art work. the cool thing is he gave them to me for a reason. he wants me to use help and bless other people. I write poetry, songs(i play guitarand other musical instruments), i want to get back into art i miss it so, i used create all the time. anyway, i pray to be more interested in things that my god is interested in like people and less of myself. its hard sometimes but he helps alot. Expertise: i am a lead worshipper at several different congregations. i love to worship. when im alone or around people. its one of those things where you know youll be doing it the rest of your life. I would say its one of the only things i excell at or at least hope and want to excell at. Occupation: Student Industry: Other
Message: message me AIM: CatchyFolkPunk
Member Since:
5/17/2004
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This is in no promoting pyromania although it's one of the most classic power metal albums to date. I love Dragonforce, but they have some catching up to do. I miss writing in general. Everything from writing song lyrics to just writing on this thing. I especially miss writing as a gift that God planted in our human confusion. Writing is an addition to the senses we already have. An epidermis to my intangible thoughts and lately I've been numb or pent up. So here's to the hopes that i pick up my pen more, type the keys frequently, and poke dots into paper to make braille. 
Dear Siblings pray for me. I need to ask of your prayers more often. It has come to my ignorant attention that I'm God has put you all gloriously into my life for the same reason I am hopeful in yours. The only thing that is hopeless, is to think that I can continue this life by myself. I love you all and sometimes I forget what you really mean to me, but I have no doubt I'll remember. Give your life to him and he'll give you his. Sing it with me, We're totally deprived buried alive I couldn't help myself to save my life 
Thanks for singing if you did and if you didn't it's okay. Goondight everypeople | | |
| I'm an uncle!
My nephews name is Edwin Joseph
I'm joyous
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| I'm in an odd spot. My friend Lee is in so much pain. When I'm around him I feel like my itches and aches of pain are nothing. I cried today over the alter. I was caught between the suffering of his physical illness and my spiritual illness. I sang "Little Flowers" today at church. I toil and fret. I shouldn't, but I do. Alex and I had a most amazing time at my family christmas party, aside from the ackwardness that comes with extended family get togethers. I'm so excited for her new place. I was in a band and then I wasn't. I don't have a cell phone right now. so don't feel bad if I haven't called you. I still think about you. whoever you are. My fairly new job has scheduled me far and few between. It's a bad time to get under twenty hours of work. In my employers defense, my availability isn't the best. I'm looking forward to christmas nevertheless and I'm trying to savor each moment as it passes. | | |
| So much happens around us and if we're not careful we might miss the wonder that is to come. I've fallen in a deep comatose state lately. I have a new job and I'm trucking through school, but I've relapsed into a part of me that I don't want to see anymore. Contentment has not been a daily routine for me. I wrestle with each action and word, hoping by chance that I'll come out on top. Meanwhile I realize how much God has blessed me even while I was foolish. There is always something to be grateful for. It is sick that our human nature distracts us from something so beautiful that brings life to so many things. Words cannot describe the determination of God's compassion on us. I love you all. Forgive me if I have forgotten that. Thank God Matthew | | |
| Lots of things are changing.The times are a changin. I realize that I can only take each day and live.
Last night we talked about submission to Christ, to God, and to our neighbor. The word and concept of submission have been perverted by a fleshly world. The common man or woman lives in fear of losing their first place standing.
The word of God declares that we should deny ourselves and pick up our cross. I'm scared of this idea and even now there is fleshy desire hanging on for it's last grip. I realize that the whatever is established in me that is good is of the Lord and not of me. The beautiful character that I see in Alex is not of her flesh, but of God. We cannot attempt to create in ourselves what God has in store to create with us. We can only make room for the abundance of Christ.
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