http://www.afa.net/pdfs/gospelofhate.pdf Congress will soon be voting on the so-call “Hate Crimes” bill.

Call your two senators and representative and ask them to vote against the “Hate Crimes” bill. You can reach all three at 202-224-3121.
I’m not sure if that number will work for you or not but it’s worth the shot!

No One Else Knows
lyrics by building 429

My world is closing in
On the inside
But I’m not showing it
When all I am is crying out
I hold it in and fake a smile
Still I’m broken
I’m broken
Only one can understand
And only one can hold the hand
Of the broken
Of the broken

When no one else knows how I feel
Your love for me is proven real
When no one else cares where I’ve been
You run to me with outstretched hands
And You hold me in your arms
Again

I need no explanation of why me
I just need confirmation
Only You could understand the
emptiness inside my head
I am falling
I am falling
I’m falling down upon my knees
To find the one who gives me peace
I am flying
Lord I am flying

When no one else knows how I feel
Your love for me is proven real
When no one else cares where I’ve been
You run to me with outstretched hands
And You hold me in Your arms
Again

I have come to you in search of faith
Cause I can’t see beyond this place
Oh You are God and I am man
So I’ll leave it in Your hands

I just love the message of this song. I love this part; ” When no one else cares where I’ve been You run to me with outstretched hands And You hold me in Your arms Again”

He runs to you with out stretched hands. Sometimes, more often than not, I want Jesus to put “skin on” so we can physically feel Him. How amazing would that be?

We’re his hands and his feet…. and we’re that comfort to other people. (i.e co-workers, friends, family, neighbors..etc) It’s quite irritating when hugging a physical human being is just not what we wanted or even needed. I’d say that’s when we really need Jesus to ‘put skin on’ and I mean JESUS… not a mom, dad, friend, sibling. Just Jesus…. “it’s better to have a heart without words; than words without heart.”

When you feel like no words at all will explain how broken you feel and as bad as you want to tell your best friend (physical friend) about how you’re feeling, you simply can’t find the words to use… and any word you use just would not cut it. See, this is what I love about Jesus, it doesn’t matter if our heart doesn’t have words to use to describe our blisters on it…. Jesus knows and understands completly. 100% understands.

It amazes me. I’m glad we don’t have to have words to describe the feeling we have because He already knows and understands.

“He comforts the aflicted and aflicts the comfortable.”

“Sometimes Jesus calms the storm, and other times He calms His child”

1 Timothy 4:12,
Katelyn Marissa

(My writing(s) make me cry when they describe me so well as that one did.)

NOTE: My dads brother, Robert came back to Jesus. I found out on Friday at the bible study.As Atoh (my uncle) put it, “One down,one to go!” After bible study we went and did an outreach thing on the gas station corner, we had to leave because someone called the cops. And then we went to the taco bell street corner…and someone called the cops again. I loved it… I really want to do something like evangelism. We walked up to this one guy, and he said that drinking and smoking aren’t sins and used a scripture in Mark to back himself up. No one got into arguments though! Thank God!! ( :

And why wait until July to share your faith? Reach that ear doctor who you will hopefully get to see tomorrow!

My parents have been by law officialy divorced since may 8th. And it freakin HURTS! somedays it really sinks in and really hits me that my parents aren’t ‘together’ anymore. Honestly, I never wanted my parents to get a divorce. I just wanted things to work out with NO ONE leaving. Divorce was the answer…. I hate saying ‘good-bye’ to people….these people are supposed to be the ones I look up to and have around alot of the time to set an example for me. I don’t know what father’s day has planned.

People would see my grandpa and say there’s your dad…( he basically is though. I just wish guys possed the gene that tells them to shut it!) even if they already know he’s not my biological father they do it!!

Last year, my dad would be gone for a few days, then weeks, then months. It was getting annoying. So, my mom said ‘that’s it, we’re moving.’ So, me, her and my sister Kayce moved to a little house (that we’re convinced a farmer with bad taste built) that has NO (except the back rooms if they count) air conditioning in it. My mom would get on our case for not leaving the doors open to our rooms.

Back to father’s day…

I saw my dad in April (NOTE: I missed school to do this!) I gave him a cardboard box that had my bible in it, a three page note filled with Jesus front to back, other notes about Jesus and a book mark I got in Springfield, Missouri. I had prepared for rejection….the thought right as I saw him was; ‘leave, are you crazy? He’ll never accept it!’ and then I whisspered desperatly, “God, HELP ME!” And he did, because I didnt get rejected!! When i handed him the box, i couldn’t speak… i started getting tears instead!

I put white duct tape on it, and wrote on it with a black sharpie Jeremiah 29:11 (“for I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD “plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future.”)

Me and my dad had a ‘special day’ a few weeks ago, and after he took me home, I was starting to hurt inside a little… When he was getting ready to leave, I gave him a hug and asked him (I didnt think I had it in me to ask without crying!) if he read the bible i gave him, he said A little and then I asked about the papers, he said yes. And heres the shocker I wasn’t expecting to hear from HIM…these words; “Pray for me.” I was thinking “Woah, did I hear him right?” I said out loud, Ok, I will.

I love this verse in Psalms chapter 68:5; “Father to the fatherless, defender of widows, is God in His holy dwelling.” That scrpiture helps A.L.O.T today ( :

I’ll see my dad today at his work before church and ask him what he likes about the bible….

(the parents being divorced and father’s day being today is starting to hit me..) God’s MY Daddy! I wish he had “skin on” though!

Happy Father’s Day, Greg.

Sorry for the rambling ( :

1 Timothy 4:12,
Katelyn Marissa

This has always been a rather touchy subject for me because of many of the same reasons you expressed. When my friends ask me about my parents I’m reluctant to talk about it. I’ve only had one stable parent figure, my Mom, and a sister with a strong handicap (A rare case of skits, ADD, depression, OCD, anxiety, and even a few more). It’s been a long ride so far. Like you, I didn’t even know the guy I thought was my dad, wasn’t my dad, until I was 12. I knew he raised me, I knew I called him dad, but then one day I found out that the guy I called my uncle, was my biological father. Everyone thought I knew, but they were all wrong. I found out that this guy didn’t want to raise me, or want any responsibility for that matter when it came to me.

A few years later, the guy who raised me ended up cheating on my mom for a third time (My mom’s very forgiving, but you can’t tolerate it). The early preteen years were pretty rough around the house. I was young and didn’t know better, so I simply figured that he didn’t want me anymore. He got remarried to someone who despises of me and I don’t talk to him much. Then a year later my mom ended up dating some guy she knew in high school who was in the Army. He and I didn’t really get a long, but after they got married we started to get closer. But I spent a long time by myself without a father; everyone seemed to work a lot.

All in all, I’ve only had on steady parent “with skin on” being my mom, and one true father, God. A lot of people that I tell your same answer to, “God’s my daddy,” they kind of blow it off as silly, or wacky. Maybe your experience is different but it’s hard to truly sympathize with someone on this unless they too grew up in a similar way. Greg, I’m glad to say that in this sinful and adulterous generation that not only do you stand bold in what you believe, but you can sympathize with even the roughest situations, and relate to most anyone on some level. I’m also glad I can say you’re my brother in Christ, and even though I may not be able to understand what it’s like not to have a father (with skin on) at all, I know what it’s like not to have a steady one.

May God bless you in all that you do, and everyone at Dare2Share, you guys are truly a Godsend.

~Kyle H.

P.S. Any prayers for my biological father would be very well appreciated. Like you, Greg, I’ve been trying to reach him for Christ, but Satan has such a large foothold on him. It breaks my heart every time I see him, but I refuse to give up. I hope someday he’ll come around.

thank you for your blog it means alot to know you came from the same sort of situation you are the only person i know that has a similar story to mine..

sorry for all of the rambling.