yellowgrapes

"Anything for The King is my rationale." "Everything for The King, that's how i do things."

Luke 9:23 is the mantra. i fail alot of times.
but it shows me how much more i need Christ...

Philippians 1:27. Romans 1:16. Romans 13:14

Love YeLLow. Love Grapes. hence the name. :)

i hope to point others to the light

rap-a-holic. laugh-a-holic.

give people their roses while they are still alive :)
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And the rest of us are not treated like human beings. Period.(x)

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When one prize is stripped away, we can graciously be reminded of how little we have apart from Christ and the fortune he’s purchased for us with his blood. He has become for us wisdom for the foolish, righteousness for sinners, sanctification for the broken, and redemption for the lost and afraid (1 Corinthians 1:30) — and affection and security and identity for the lonely man or woman…So…we have reason to boast, as long as our boast is in everything Christ is for us (1 Corinthians 1:31).
I would prefer even to fail with honor than win by cheating.
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What I’ve learned about Sundays is that everyone mentally agrees with the pastor and has no problem with values like love, peace, joy, and forgiveness. But on the way home, back into the world on our phones and Facebook, that three-point sermon doesn’t work in the heat of the moment. We can amen a sermon on loving others, but rush hour traffic turns us all into demon-possessed pagans. Because we’re human. That’s why every Sunday has to point to the Savior, who didn’t just save us once, but is also the daily grace we need to make it a day at a time. He’s our hope in traffic, in our jobs, with our spouses, with raising children, and choosing better when we most want to explode and give up. He gives us humanity when we least want it.

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The last words said by Black youth murdered by policemen. 

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me: hi how are you today?
customer: JUST LOOKING.

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Letter to a stranger: 

It’s a busy day

You’ve got places to go, people to see

Or at least that’s how the cliche goes.

You make strategic hurried steps 

Sorrily bumping into an old lady

Who’s trying to find her way in an unfriendly city.

That’s when you see him sitting underneath that building;

There’s really nothing distinctive about it.

He’s fidgeting with his shirt

which he’s probably been wearing since last tuesday

Smeared with spots of tomato juice 

And an amorphous oil stain.

And he sits and plays with his nails-

An shoddy imitation of a bread knife. 

You press pause on your life

To enter his

There’s an exchange of words

But i’m too far to read your lips.

You dash off to a store close-by

You soon return to his side

bearing a footlong sandwich and coffee.

You wrap up the conversation,

surely the first proper human interaction he’s had since morning.

You rise up and set off, 

Your steps more planned out this time.

You may not think much of it;

someone thought you were a hero today.