tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36367591849060450582024-03-13T20:47:19.337-07:00St. JosephWe Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-61913555517013682462010-01-16T11:32:00.000-08:002010-01-16T12:04:31.517-08:00ResponsibilityJer. 9:23-4<br /><br />Thus says the LORD:"Let not the wise man boast in his wisdom, let not the mighty man boast in his might, let not the rich man boast in his riches, but let him who boasts boast in this, that he understands and knows me, that I am the LORD who practices steadfast love, justice, and righteousness in the earth.For in these things I delight, declares the LORD."<br /><br /><ul><li>We Know God less by contemplation than by emulation.</li><li>joy is the happiness we make by sharing.</li><li>Enhancing the freedom of others</li><li>Life alone is only half a life.</li></ul><ul><li>If someone is in need, give. If someone is lonely, invite them home. If someone you know had recently been bereaved, visit them and give them comfort. If you know someone who has lost their job, do all you can to help them find another.</li><li>We gain more than we give.</li><li>The most mourned and missed are not the most successful, rich or famous. They are the people who enhance the lives of others. These were the people who are most loved.<br /></li></ul>We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-40529725423727167352008-11-26T13:40:00.000-08:002008-11-26T13:41:27.231-08:00My Grandmother:::Valzhyna Mortmy grandmother<br />doesn't know pain<br />she believes that<br />famine is nutrition<br />poverty is wealth<br />thirst is water<br /><br />her body like a grapevine winding around a walking stick<br />her hair bees' wings<br />she swallows the sun-speckles of pills<br />and calls the internet the telephone to america<br /><br />her heart has turned into a rose the only thing you can do<br />is smell it<br />pressing yourself to her chest<br />there's nothing else you can do with it<br />only a rose<br /><br />her arms like stork's legs<br />red sticks<br />and i am on my knees<br />howling like a wolf<br />at the white moon of your skull<br />grandmother<br />i'm telling you it's not pain<br />just the embrace of a very strong god<br />one with an unshaven cheek that scratches when he kisses youWe Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-34438571930292362392008-11-26T10:50:00.000-08:002008-11-26T10:51:57.083-08:00Poetry::: Valzhyna Mortmaybe you too sometimes fantasize<br />that god resembles your most difficult teacher<br />the one who never gave the highest mark<br />one day he invites your parents to school<br />and who knows what he is telling them there<br />perhaps that any further effort is now futile<br />because you're never going to graduate from life<br />with honors<br />maybe something different<br />something completely and utterly different<br />but when this talk is done<br />your parents never come back<br />maybe they're ashamed now<br />a boy from the neighborhood tells you they're dead<br />he says look even the Beatles die<br />never mind your parents<br />besides who knew them except you<br />all their songs were written by other people<br /><br />but you refuse to believe him can't get any sleep<br />you cry at home<br />you cry among people you know and people you don't<br />on the street<br />because they've left and are ashamed<br />to return to you againWe Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-86317380193096661192008-09-08T10:39:00.000-07:002008-09-08T10:40:40.086-07:00Film:::Save Me::: Homosexuality & Christianity<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C4l1qzffGQM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C4l1qzffGQM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-11859161341550373192008-09-08T10:36:00.000-07:002008-09-08T10:46:01.228-07:00::::New Film by:::: Bill Maher:::::Religulous:::: He loves the Fundamentalist:::<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMlnmuKk_1o&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMlnmuKk_1o&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-33891209095435388652008-09-08T10:30:00.000-07:002008-09-08T10:32:51.201-07:00Katrina::: View from the Ninth Ward::: A Beautiful look at community. I have a lot to learn<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cq426VjZD1E&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cq426VjZD1E&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-90592579653432297812008-08-18T23:10:00.000-07:002008-08-18T23:11:16.660-07:00What does it look like to dream?<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/09304frB2co&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/09304frB2co&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-19399465268527563802008-08-16T10:48:00.000-07:002008-08-16T10:58:21.444-07:00:::New Books For Me:::<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U07C1-Y_mRU/SKcUxsnOkVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/F7KD0kJp-iI/s1600-h/total.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U07C1-Y_mRU/SKcUxsnOkVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/F7KD0kJp-iI/s400/total.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235175935863329106" border="0" /></a> Check it out!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U07C1-Y_mRU/SKcUxp4paII/AAAAAAAAAN8/yE-Smlu4KGI/s1600-h/world.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U07C1-Y_mRU/SKcUxp4paII/AAAAAAAAAN8/yE-Smlu4KGI/s400/world.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235175935131084930" border="0" /></a> What I want!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U07C1-Y_mRU/SKcTeyS9DlI/AAAAAAAAANs/SdhbfwRVe1g/s1600-h/world.jpg"><br /></a>We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-30062382066094032872008-08-16T10:32:00.000-07:002008-08-16T10:48:17.775-07:00:::My Life's Quote:::<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;">True Joy</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> is to take people places they wouldn't go, so that they might go places I wouldn't go.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >::Mark Strom::</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span>We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-41768063188680970492008-06-02T23:00:00.000-07:002008-06-02T23:02:17.293-07:00Rainer Maria Rilke... MY HERO!!!<p>The Raising of Lazarus</p> <p>Evidently, this was needed. Because people need<br />to be screamed at with proof.<br />Still, he imagined Martha and Mary<br />standing beside him. They would<br />believe he could do it. But no one believed,<br />every one of them said: Lord,<br />you come too late.<br />And he went with them to do what is not done<br />to nature, in its sleep.<br />In anger. His eyes half closed,<br />he asked them the way to the grave. He wept.<br />A few thought they noticed his tears,<br />and out of sheer curiosity hurried behind.<br />Even to walk the road there seemed monstrous<br />to him, an enactment, a test!<br />A high fever erupted inside him, contempt<br />for their insistence on what they called<br />their Death, their Being Alive.<br />And loathing flooded his body<br />when he hoarsely cried: Move the stone.<br />By now he must stink, someone suggested<br />(he’d already lain there four days)—but he<br />stood it, erect, filled with that gesture<br />which rose through him, ponderously<br />raising his hand (a hand never lifted<br />itself so slowly, or more)<br />to its full height, shining<br />an instant in air...then clenching<br />in on itself, abruptly, like a claw, aghast<br />at the thought <em>all</em> the dead might return<br />from that tomb, where the enormous cocoon of<br />the corpse was beginning to stir.<br />But finally, only the one decrepit figure appeared<br />at the entrance—and they saw<br />how their vague and inaccurate<br />life made room for him once more.</p>We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-20551311782266165482008-05-30T11:42:00.000-07:002008-06-02T22:59:07.278-07:00What a quote...<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> If it could be proved that Christ is not the truth, the resurrection, and life, then I would rather have Christ. by </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Dostoyevsky</span>We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-38358718111733370202008-05-30T11:11:00.000-07:002008-05-30T11:42:18.979-07:00The SupermarketI went to the new Vons the other day<br />You know the one off Ocean Blvd, right next to Chronic Taco<br />I ran into a bald, chubby guy named Buddha<br />I thought that was a funny name<br /><br />He was in and out of there pretty quickly<br />He even used the new self check out device at the front<br />All that he bought were two loaves and a fish<br /><br />My Hispanic friend Jesus that works in the meat department<br />Thought that he was pretty odd<br />I honestly don't know what to think<br />I bought potato wedges, which took forever<br />And were very hard<br />They have a nice organic sectionWe Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-70739125286891440802008-05-30T10:58:00.002-07:002008-05-30T11:09:38.232-07:00I am GodPoetry always looks better in my head<br />Its when I release it to society that I....<br />Well, that I am left disappointed<br />This is not my work,<br />Damn it!<br /><br />I am King<br />I am God<br /><br />So nobody ever sees my poetry<br />It is really good though<br />You will just have to trust me<br />Or maybe just bash in my skull<br />And see for yourself<br />I don't mindWe Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-2592985753814062192008-05-15T12:12:00.000-07:002008-05-15T12:13:35.774-07:00We Love Long Beach Presents: Long beach BBQ!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U07C1-Y_mRU/SCyLUP5j8UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QzUkmmH5geM/s1600-h/Welove.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U07C1-Y_mRU/SCyLUP5j8UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QzUkmmH5geM/s400/Welove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200684849687687490" border="0" /></a>We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-8017328927325899862008-05-09T17:07:00.000-07:002008-05-09T17:09:23.894-07:00More Rilke... On Love<p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;">It is also good to love: because love is difficult. For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been entrusted to us</span>, the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation. That is why young people, who are beginners in everything, are not yet capable of love: it is something they must learn. With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered around their solitary, anxious, upward-beating heart, they must learn to love. But learning-time is always a long, secluded time ahead and far on into life, is - ; solitude, a heightened and deepened kind of aloneness for the person who loves. Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with another person (for what would a union be of two people who are unclarified, unfinished, and still incoherent - ?), it is a high inducement for the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become world in himself for the sake of another person; it is a great, demanding claim on him, something that chooses him and calls him to vast distances. Only in this sense, as the task of working on themselves ("to hearken and to hammer day and night"), may young people use the love that is given to them. Merging and surrendering and every kind of communion is not for them (who must still, for a long, long time, save and gather themselves); it is the ultimate, is perhaps that for which human lives are as yet barely large enough. </p>But this is what young people are so often and so disastrously wrong in doing they (who by their very nature are impatient) fling themselves at each other when love takes hold of them, they scatter themselves, just as they are, in all their messiness, disorder, bewilderment. . . . : And what can happen then?We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-52464585523179675472008-05-09T13:36:00.001-07:002008-05-09T13:38:45.809-07:00Rilke ( A Slice of Wisdom)<span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't write love poems;</span> avoid those forms that are too facile and ordinary: they are the hardest to work with, and it takes great, fully ripened power to create something individual where good, even glorious, traditions exist in abundance. So rescue yourself from these general themes and write about what your everyday life offers you; describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind and your belief in some kind of beauty - describe all these with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity and, when you express yourself, use the Things around you, the images from your dreams, and the objects that you remember. If your everyday life seems poor, don't blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is not poverty and no poor, indifferent place. And even if you found yourself in some prison, whose walls let in none of the world's sounds - wouldn't you still have your childhood, that jewel beyond all price, that treasure house of memories? Turn your attentions to it. Try to raise up the sunken feelings of this enormous past; your personality will grow stronger, your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes by, far in the distance. - And if out of this turning-within, out of this immersion in your own world, poems come, then you will not think of asking anyone whether they are good or not.We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-37627633067939248272008-04-18T11:28:00.001-07:002008-04-18T11:30:38.366-07:00Annie Dillard: Pretty good stuff...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U07C1-Y_mRU/SAjojXfHtzI/AAAAAAAAADs/zoioCZjLiWM/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U07C1-Y_mRU/SAjojXfHtzI/AAAAAAAAADs/zoioCZjLiWM/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190654264842106674" border="0" /></a>We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-29820623848020645652008-04-17T09:59:00.000-07:002008-04-17T10:02:56.389-07:00New Film: Silent Light... Looks Great!!!<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AufewteAg7g&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AufewteAg7g&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-82522662358107119672008-04-06T15:32:00.000-07:002008-04-06T15:34:52.389-07:00Bernice Sims "Cotton Picking Time"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U07C1-Y_mRU/R_lPsBnXFYI/AAAAAAAAADc/i-2O7kjfnic/s1600-h/7667.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U07C1-Y_mRU/R_lPsBnXFYI/AAAAAAAAADc/i-2O7kjfnic/s320/7667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186264063660201346" border="0" /></a>Good Ol' Southern artWe Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-9355852877681927162008-04-06T15:30:00.001-07:002008-04-06T15:30:40.083-07:00A Wider Scope...Anne Porter<strong>Susanna</strong><br /><br />Nobody in the hospital<br />Could tell the age<br />Of the old woman who<br />Was called Susanna<br /><br />I knew she spoke some English<br />And that she was an immigrant<br />Out of a little country<br />Trampled by armies<br /><br />Because she had no visitors<br />I would stop by to see her<br />But she was always sleeping<br /><br />All I could do<br />Was to get out her comb<br />And carefully untangle<br />The tangles in her hair<br /><br />One day I was beside her<br />When she woke up<br />Opening small dark eyes<br />Of a surprising clearness<br /><br />She looked at me and said<br />You want to know the truth?<br />I answered Yes<br /><br />She said it's something that<br />My mother told me<br /><br />There's not a single inch<br />Of our whole body<br />That the Lord does not love<br /><br />She then went back to sleep.We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-17599076682164718402008-03-30T14:56:00.000-07:002008-03-30T18:10:40.270-07:00I am hooked on a feeling, aren't you?<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJQVlVHsFF8&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJQVlVHsFF8&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object>We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-5765048677951643592008-03-28T09:17:00.000-07:002008-03-28T09:27:27.072-07:00The Book for April is....<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" > <span style="font-style: italic;">Into the Wild</span> by Jack Krakauer<br />Pick it up Now!!!<br /></span><br />What would possess a gifted young man recently graduated from college to literally walk away from his life? Noted outdoor writer and mountaineer Jon Krakauer tackles that question in his reporting on Chris McCandless, whose emaciated body was found in an abandoned bus in the Alaskan wilderness in 1992.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The date for our next meeting is April 28th from 7-9pm.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style=""><span style="font-size: 100%;"><b>Meeting place: Aroma Di Roma</b>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">5327 E. 2nd Street, Long Beach, CA 90803</span></span></span>We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-61390004205880552422008-03-25T15:02:00.000-07:002008-03-25T15:04:17.270-07:00who in the hell is Tom Jones? You gotta love a cat fight!by Charles Bukowski <br /><br /> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">I was shacked with a </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">24 year old girl from </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">New York City for </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">two weeks about </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">the time of the garbage </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">strike out there, and </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">one night my 34 year </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">old woman arrived and </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">she said, “I want to see </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">my rival.” she did </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">and then she said, “o, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">you’re a cute little thing!” </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">next I knew there was a </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">screech of wildcats— </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">such screaming and scratch- </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">ing, wounded animal moans, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">blood and piss . . . </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">I was drunk and in my </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">shorts. I tried to </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">separate them and fell, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">wrenched my knee. then </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">they were through the screen </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">door and down the walk </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">and out in the street. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">squadcars full of cops </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">arrived. a police heli- </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">copter circled overhead. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">I stood in the bathroom </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">and grinned in the mirror. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">it’s not often at the age </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">of 55 that such splendid </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">things occur. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">better than the Watts </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">riots. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">the 34 year old </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">came back in. she had </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">pissed all over her- </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">self and her clothing </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">was torn and she was </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">followed by 2 cops who </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">wanted to know why. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">pulling up my shorts </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">I tried to explain.</div>We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-88474597510322291202008-03-17T17:25:00.000-07:002008-03-17T17:27:29.038-07:00Welcome<p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">A Reflection on <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Romans 14:1 to 12</span><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2260901895"><br /></a></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Upon first glance, we might wonder whether Paul doesn’t sound like a modern liberal in this passage with his commands about accepting diversity and not passing judgment.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">However, while tolerance has become the buzz word today for accepting differences and not judging, the Christian ethic goes much further than this - it is an ethic of welcome. “Welcome the one whose faith is weak”.</p> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">I can tolerate someone whom I do not love, but a community committed to Christ opens its arms in welcome, embracing a diversity of ethnicities, classes, opinions and practices and breaking down those barriers that divide.</span>We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636759184906045058.post-25206371073029751342008-03-17T11:11:00.000-07:002008-03-17T11:15:40.895-07:00M. Ward and Zooey Deschanel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U07C1-Y_mRU/R960mfP6DFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6ezKqqJFawc/s1600-h/51QRWqxPuRL._AA240_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U07C1-Y_mRU/R960mfP6DFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6ezKqqJFawc/s320/51QRWqxPuRL._AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178775194838895698" border="0" /></a><br />Album comes out tomorrow...<br />Buy it if you know what's good for you!!!We Love Long Beachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05314993941014317628noreply@blogger.com0