BEST WEB BROWSER EXTENSION EVER

Really.

It's for Google Chrome, but such brilliance could be made for any browser. Do not underestimate it.

https://chrome.google.com/extensions/detail/mabenbhpjlchigbbpafligkdnlhjbme

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LOLCATS PROVE GOD"S EXISTENCE

No, this isn't a news bulletin, sadly. Everything happening now is classified.

However, lolcats do, indeed, prove the Lord God exists. Let me show you.

Ok, so I wanted to clear up my main page, but, nope, I can't keep that up for long. I hope you enjoyed it.

Lolcats prove God exists.


!Noah!

What is the Purpose of this Post?

Seriously, I already know the answer. You'll NEVER GUESS!
Until I tell you.

It's significant! Really! Well, kinda. It eliminates significance! And! It's a post! On Blogger! And that's significant!

I'm blabbering.

Anyway. This post was MERELY PUT UP FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF ELIMINATING MY PICTURES POST AS A PART OF THE MAIN PAGE! MY SCROLL BAR WILL LOVE ME!

*EDIT* And, surprise, surprise, it failed. Majorly. *die*

!Noah!

Love

"16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.

16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.

16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.

16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.

16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life."

--John 3:16

How many Christians truly understand the depth of this? Human analogy fails to imitate the mere shadow of the wondrous glory of God's love. Amazing Grace? The word, "amazing" probably has less meaning today than it did when the song was penned, but, even so, God's love is far beyond amazing.

Now on to the bashing part. I've been ticked off for a long time about how homeschoolers treat (at least in their minds and actions) celebrities as fools and perhaps even living disasters, despicable and occasionally just simply disgusting.

While, on occasion, I couldn't disagree (I can't think, at this ungodly hour, of any really, truly disgusting celebrities, but doubtless there are enough that you can think of, once you wake up and read this...), but is our sin our most defining factor, let alone our preferences and minor decisions?

God did not come into the world to save the righteous. He came into the world because his love could have covered every single one of us, the foulest and most despicable included (think Hitler and Stalin...I believe they could have been saved). He didn't come here because of the little things that we humans are so good at finding and pointing out. He didn't come here because Miley Cyrus needed acting or voice lessons. He came here because every last one of us is depraved to every corner of our being, and every single one of us could use a God to center our lives around, instead of around ourselves.

God doesn't need us. He created us in the beginning to love and to be loved, and we, instead, turned around and disobeyed his single, simple rule for little more than curiosity...no, for much more than even the lust for power that did drive Eve's hand to take the fruit.

Think about it, readers. God created us, we turned from him, and continue to insult his very existence in the way we think, act, and speak. Every day, we sin, and every day, we forget to confess it to those it effects (that necessarily including God), and repent.

And this is us, it is we! We, the Israelites in the desert, set up idols in place of God...

We, David, lust after women not our own!

We, Jonah, flee from God, for we fear for our lives more than our souls!

And he, God, lets us live on in deplorable sin for thousands of years.

What in this makes sense? I've said before that love doesn't make sense, and that the idea of someone giving their life to save mine is only lessened in strangeness because it's been done before. Never before, though, was it for a better reason, never before was the sacrifice as pure.

And God will come one day, to put justice before mercy, and to put to shame and endless, horrible torture those who had the arrogance, self-centeredness, and foolishness to believe they were the most important factor in their lives.

If this is the fate of those who did not believe, how close was the call for us? Many men great and close to God rightly thought themselves not worthy of his kindness or mercy, and how much less worthy are we, whose prayer lives are intermittent, at best? David was "a man after God's own heart," and lusted after Bathsheba. Jonah finally did God's word, and wished more for the destruction of Nineveh than the advancement of the knowledge and fear of the Lord.

We are no different than the Israelites! David is a name now with more than one aching, tainted shadow. The best of the Bible's heroes had faults not unlike our own. Why, then, should God love us? Why, then, does the already flexible framework of space and time still hold our frail, physical existence in place? Why, then, are we still living in this world, sinning, confessing, repenting, and sinning again? Why should a righteous God tolerate that? Why should an all-powerful God actively work through our depraved and foul existences of this world, to effect the bringing to glory of others in this world? Why should God still love us?


Why?

When we've been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun

we've no less days to sing God's praise, than when we first begun...

Soli Deo Gloria!

!Noah!

NOTHING MUCH HAPPENING IN ISLAS, WHY AM I STILL TYPING IN CAPS?

It was a quiet day in Islas, the sun was about to go down, scattering golden rays of warming sunlight on the already half-melted piles of particles of ice, when nothing happened. Nobody was there to watch it. Nobody was there to create a climax, and nobody was there to resolve the climax that never got to exist. Instead, a lot of people randomly milled around the square in a way that would suggest we had greatly underestimated the threat of zombies...they're not going to kill you; they're going to bore you to death.

Our several reporters were left to mill around with the crowd, only showing slightly more life than the rest of the populous. Things weren't happening, people weren't doing things, and, above all, suddenly, nothing happened.

The Islas Triumverate has received a lot of love. Some people have died and passed on to another world. But, in general, Islas is what it always has been. People are doing nothing, then doing something, and then worrying that they didn't do what they were supposed to. Eventually, they'll learn. Eventually.

Mr. Bertilson seemed to be the only one active...the only one with an idea...a dream.
"People just need to DO something! It doesn't matter what! It doesn't matter if you start sniping everyone from Calculus class every Monday on the Purple Lawn...it doesn't matter! Just do something!"

The wisdom and depth of these ideas and suggestions were nigh too much for us. A few of us keeled over straightaway, and a few more waited until they were in private, but, without a doubt, Mr. Bertilson had well outdone himself this time.


!Noah!