Soul Mates: Those We Are Searching For

Don’t seek a spot in my mind, sometimes it wanders

Don’t fight for a place in my heart, it’s been known to break

Search for an entrance to my soul, and there you’ll truly find me

What do you think of when you hear the term "soul mates"? It's such an abstract concept, and it has always been something I thoroughly questioned, and not in a do I believe it or do I not kind of way, but in an exactly how does this work and what does it mean kind of way.

There are so many different views on the topic and it completely fascinates me. I want to study it, examine it, and learn everything there is to know. I want to hear what others have to say, what others think, what they question, and what they believe.

My view on soul mates is very different from most of the people I know, and over the years I have learned it is something that is hard for many to understand. I could sit and talk to you about it for days and never fully explain what I believe, but today I am going to give you a little glimpse into my thoughts, my beliefs, and maybe even a peek into what’s really in my soul.

I believe that when we are put on this earth there are people we are meant to find. People our souls connect with. People who function on the same wavelength we do. In these people we find answers, we find comfort, and often we find home.  I don’t believe we have just one soul mate though. I think there are multiple people out there who connect with your soul in a way most never can.

Soul mates tend to be thought of as someone’s spouse or life long significant other, and although that’s a nice thought, I don’t think that’s the only thing a soul mate is. I think soul mates fill many different areas of our lives. It could be someone you are destined to spend the rest of your life with, but then again it might not be. Sometimes that’s the hardest challenge of it all.

I, myself, am a searcher. I know there are people out there I am supposed to find and I am going to search and search until I find them. I didn’t use to search, but then one day I felt it, and the feelings you have when you find someone your soul connects with are unexplainable, nothing will ever accurately describe it… no songs, no words, no pictures. It isn’t something that can be defined, only felt. Feeling it is addictive though and when I felt it I realized that if there were other people out there who I could make feel that way, and vice versa I wanted to find every single one of them.

When I was in college I met one of my soul mates and it rocked me to my core. It made me question everything I believed in, everything I thought I knew. It pushed me so far outside my comfort zone that I couldn’t even find solid ground, and yet it was one of the most amazing things I have ever experienced. It wasn’t someone I dated. It wasn’t someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but it was someone who’s soul found mine and in each other we found peace. We could, and often would, stay up all night talking. Discussing anything and everything. I would get phone calls when I was upset just because he could feel something was wrong. He pushed me to be a better person, and when I fell short of what he knew I was capable of he didn’t let me slide by. In fact he got mad, real mad, because when I hurt he hurt and when I was happy he was happy, and in all my actions I carried a little piece of his heart with me, and wherever he went he took a piece of my heart with him.

We had a bond that couldn’t be broken. When people met us they knew instantly that we were a team and as a team we could take on the world. It wasn’t something we ever questioned. Not a single time did we discuss what was going on between us. We didn’t have to, we just knew. That wasn’t the case for others though. Everyone wanted to know what was going on. People didn’t understand the connection we had. People accused us of being in love with each, sneaking around, doing things we weren’t. The thing is none of these questions took place where we knew about them. We were completely oblivious. Until one day someone asked him. I don’t know what exactly went through his head when he was asked, but I know it shocked him enough that then he started searching for answers. He started asking people… “Could she really be in love with me?” “Am I the one she really wants?” “But if that’s true then what about…..” “That can’t really be true can it?” This was happening for weeks without me even knowing. I found out when a mutual friend told me I needed to stop talking about it. Then another friend brought it up with me. They asked me all sorts of questions. They told me the conversations they had had with him, and the questions he was asking. The confusion he was feeling. It wasn’t until years later that I discovered so much went on behind the scenes. I didn’t know he was told not to talk to me and I was told not to talk to him.  I don’t know why I didn’t know. I should have known that. I could feel him hurting but I guess I thought he was hurting for the wrong reasons. I thought he was hurting because he believed what people were saying, and that he made the choice himself.  It hurts me now knowing he thought I wanted him to go away. I never wanted him to go away.

Months later some of us were camping and he showed up to pick us up. We had seen each other a few times since the incident, but this time it was different. We didn’t speak, but when I looked at him I knew. As we continued packing up camp I went to put something in the car and as I walked around the back of the car there he was. He looked at me the way he always had and in the moment I knew that he wasn’t just looking at me, he was searching my soul.  Then he looked down, raised his hand and held out a blue Gatorade (which was my favorite drink) and in a quiet little voice simply said “We’re okay right?” I couldn’t say anything; there was nothing to say. I just took the drink and smiled.

Everyone split up into different vehicles and he told me to come with him. I climbed in his truck and it was like we’d gone back in time, the conversations started again and the connection was there like it’d never been broken, and yet somehow we knew as soon as I got out of that truck it would never be the same. It couldn’t be, because what made it so perfect was we never had to question it. And then we did, and it changed everything. We never defined it, we couldn’t if we tried, but others tried for us and it broke it apart.

It’s been over 10 years now, and as I predicted that day, it was never again the same. We stayed in close contact for a couple years, and then not so close. It’s been a couple years since we really talked, but I can tell you without a doubt that the connection is still there, because on days where everything is falling apart I get messages that say “I know you’re having a rough time, just know someone cares.” And there are days he gets the same from me, because although we were pushed, and we were tested, and everything changed the connection never broke. Our souls are still connected, he can feel me and I can feel him, and together we can find peace.

Many refer to him as my “one who got away,” but not me. It’s never what I thought we were, but I do know our souls speak to each other.

My connection with him was always unique, and I knew it couldn’t be replicated. However, I also knew there were others out there that my soul was searching for and I needed to find them. I needed to search, and search I did. On occasion I would feel something that gave me hope again. There were people I thought I could get to that point with, but it was never right. No one could ever find my soul and feel me the way he had. So after lots and lots of searching and disappointment, last summer I decided to stop searching. I gave up. I couldn’t do it anymore; it was going to destroy me. But as so often is the case, once I had completely given up I felt it again, and once again it rocked me to my core. I walked into a room and it slammed into me. As our eyes met I instantly knew. There was a familiarity as if my soul was screaming, “I’ve been looking for you. What took you so long?”

It happened on a night in September, and my head’s been spinning ever since. I can’t tell you this story yet though, because unlike the story above this is a story without an ending. It’s a connection that’s been thoroughly questioned, and put through the wringer, and yet somehow it’s still hanging on, likely by a thread. It’s there though and in that my soul can find peace.

Can You Feel It?

In June of 2012, I was having a conversation and seemingly out of nowhere I was asked when I stopped believing in the Fairytale version of love. I can remember the exact moment like it was yesterday.  I can remember who asked me, where we were, and what we were doing… and I can remember the shocked look on his face when I answered. “I didn’t stop believing. I never started.” In that moment I realized maybe I’m not normal. I’ve never had a fairytale version of love. I’ve never thought love was a perfect thing between people. I don’t think it’s all rainbows and butterflies. I think love is about being there for the ups and the downs. Love is about knowing all the horrible things about a person and loving them anyway. As the saying goes… “We like someone because, we love someone although.”

It took years and years before I realized this isn’t how most people view love. In fact in my entire life I can probably count on one hand the number of people I know who legitimately view love like this (aside from the love between parents and children). Some say they do, but very few actually do. If people loved like this there wouldn’t be so many heartbreaks, so many divorces, so many breakups. Love wouldn’t be a word just tossed around lightly. It would be a word filled with tremendous thought, feeling, and emotion. It would be something that really meant something, and honestly it would be terrifying.

It really doesn’t sound like a big deal. People love differently, so what? Right? The problem is, loving like this leads to confusion and heartbreak. It leads to lots of questions and people who really just don’t get it.  When this is all you know it is hard to understand that other people don’t. I say exactly what I mean, and for some reason I still think other people do the same. I am honest and I trust other people to be as well, and when I love someone I really truly love them.

When you love unconditionally it is a constant battle. People don’t get it. Everyone thinks your crazy. Friends and family try to convince you, and you truly want to listen to them. You hear what everyone is saying. You know you don’t deserve to be hurt. You know that sometimes people aren’t worthy of the type of love you give them, but you can’t stop. You can’t choose to just stop loving someone. You might chose what role they play in your life, you might chose how you act on it, but you can't chose to stop loving them. 

On one of the final episodes of How I Met Your Mother, Ted says “"Actually, there is a word for that. It's love. I'm in love with her, okay? If you're looking for the word that means caring for someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, its love! And when you love someone y-you just don't stop. Ever". Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy. Even then. Especially then. You just- you don't give up because if I could give up... If I could just, you know, take the whole world's advice and- and move on and find someone else, that wouldn't be love. That would be... That would be some other disposable thing that is not worth fighting for. But that is not what this is." and in that moment I felt like someone else in this world finally got it. Okay so he is just a TV character, but someone had to write that, which means someone else out there knows what that’s like. Someone else has felt it. 

I have always loved like Ted loves. It has broken my heart numerous times, and if I could stop I would, but I can’t. It’s part of who I am. It’s the only kind of love I know. I want to think there are other people in the world like this, others out there who just get it. Others out there you don’t have to explain it to. Others you can just look at and now they felt it the same way I did.

Sometimes I start to lose hope. I start believing there’s no one else like that. I start thinking maybe I am crazy. No one understands it the way I do. No one feels it like I feel it, but then someone will come along and I will see things in them that make me think that maybe, just maybe, they get it. Maybe they understand. Maybe they feel it the way I do, and in that moment even if for just a moment I feel less alone. I feel a slight glimmer of hope, and my heart whispers “don’t give up.” So I pull myself together. I try to keep believing, and hoping. I find myself wishing for there to be others out there, many others,  but the truth is there really only has to be one. 

All Too Real

    Over the last couple months I have come to the blog countless times. Every time I think I am ready to stop and write. To share everything on my mind, and talk about what's been happening in my life. And yet every time I come to write I get completely overwhelmed as all the memories flood my thoughts. So time and time again I walk away. Saying nothing. Unable to write. Unready to share what's going on in my head. Not willing to share how I am feeling. 

    There have been many changes in my life over the last couple months.  Some things I have struggled with and worked through, and some I am continuing to work through every day. There have been  losses that are completely unbearable, and will never be gotten over. It helps to talk about it and normally it helps to write about it, and yet somehow writing about it makes it all too real, and right now I don't want it to be real. 

    It definitely isn't all bad though, there have been good changes too. People coming into my life, opportunities coming my way, and things working themselves out.  Positive changes that are working to make everything better. Changes that give me hope. 

    Good or bad all change requires an adjustment period. As I stop and put the pieces back together it is important for me to remember how important it is to have an outlet. I need to keep writing, even when it's hard. Even when it brings tears. In the end it's what helps. It's what keeps me grounded. So here I am writing once again. I can't talk about it all yet, that will come later, but for now I can write, and write is what I will do. 

New Endeavors

Several months ago I wrote the "John Wayne" blog.  To date, it is still one of my favorites. If you haven't read it I encourage you to do so, it will help this blog make way more sense ;-) Find it here

Throughout the last couple years I have taken on many new endeavors; including hosting a podcast and writing for a variety of blogs and online magazines. Not only is this something I have enjoyed, but it's also provided me with some amazing experiences. I have met fantastic people, and been involved with wonderful organizations and charities.

A few months into my show I started tossing around the idea of starting a second show. I was in the middle of doing my series with reality television stars, and I was thoroughly enjoying it. The problem was that although I was enjoying it, and receiving phenomenal feedback, they didn't exactly fit the theme of my show. I was torn. I didn't want to stop doing these interviews, so instead I was doing my best to fit them into a box they didn't really fit in.

Although the idea continued to float around my mind it was quickly pushed to the back burner when I got in my car accident. At that time all of my energy became focused on my health, and trying to recover. With all of that going on I decided that the idea was something I needed to forget about, and although a good idea it would never come to light.

But then about 3 months ago I really started thinking about it again.  It was something I was really wanting to do, and I was starting to feel like maybe it was something I should try after all. At that time I began considering not only a new podcast, but also a new blog. I wanted to work with the guests I enjoyed so much, and give them a place they really fit.

This week I decided that I owed it to myself to at least honestly consider the idea. I put out a few feelers and received wonderful feedback. After much deliberation, and prayer, I decided that it was sink or swim time. If I was going to do this, now was the time!

Wednesday night I made the decision.  I contacted a couple people and really set the ball in motion. I was excited about the opportunity, but also a bit anxious and scared. I felt like I was making the right choice, but I really couldn't be sure. I felt like I needed a sign to let me know I was on the right path.

Later that night I was chatting with some friends I've been blessed to meet throughout these adventures the last couple years. I shot one of them a message asking for recommendations of people she thought would be great interviews to include in the websites launch. She wrote back instantly and suggested I talk to a former contestant from Amazing Race. She had been on the show a few times, had a large following, but most importantly was a great person.

That night my fears were put to rest. At my friends recommendation, I shot off an email, and Jen responded right away. She was exactly the guest I needed. She was the type of person I loved supporting and I was excited to have her on board. I was really starting to feel the fears fade, and the excitement take over. And as if all of that wasn't enough there was also that little text from Patrice, the one that told me everything I needed to know.... "Oh btw she's John Wayne's granddaughter!"

and here's your sign!

*** The new endeavor will be starting next month. Stay tuned for more info***

Silent Sunday #1

Old Friend

I saw an old friend today, it had been way too long. Someone I thought about often and had missed so much. It brought back all the memories, and thoughts of the past. The memories brought smiles and reminded me of the good times and all the laughs we'd shared. It seems so long ago now.

Running into an old friend is always a bit odd. You were so close at one time, but times gone on and things have changed. Now you are stuck somewhere between friends and simply acquaintances. You strive to find that connection again. You want it to be like old times and yet it always starts out awkward. Never quite knowing what to say, or where to start. Trying to determine if this is the rekindling of a friendship or if we will once again go out own ways.

As the time passed the memories continued to flood my mind. The walls started coming down and the awkwardness began to fade. It was becoming more comfortable, and I was realizing this person truly had been missing from my life. There had been good times, and also bad times since they left, but the worst was the loneliness. The feeling of something or someone missing. The times I might have looked like I was fine, but I was really just going through the motions. The times I desperately wanted someone to notice that everything wasn't okay, but no one could see through the act.

This was my chance. I couldn't let them get away again. I needed to grab hold and reel them back in. I needed them back in my life. It hasn't been the same, and I desperately wanted it back. 

Upon that realization, all my fears were gone. The awkwardness faded, and the comfortableness returned. And at that exact moment, I slowly looked up, and as a smile crossed my face I glanced in the mirror and welcomed myself back.

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Turn It Up Tuesday: Headlines

Time for something a bit more light-hearted. I always loved "Headlines" on Leno, so today I am going to share a few that make me laugh. 

And Then It Was Sunday

I knew it would hurt, I knew I’d feel broken

But I can stay strong, those words never spoken 

I awoke in the morning and put a smile on my face

Don’t let it fade, just keep it in place

But then it was Sunday

I kept myself busy I ignored all the pain

Never stop and think, gotta keep myself sane

I made the choice, and thought it was best

I attempted each day with a new found zest

But then it was Sunday

My guard was up; my heart was locked

No one could get in; I’d keep them all blocked

I thought I could do it, I thought I’d succeed

And with my heart I started to plead

But then it was Sunday

And when it was Sunday

The thoughts consumed me I couldn’t push them away

My heart was breaking, my determination started to sway

I was surrounded with pain, my smile nowhere to be found

The tears came quickly, and crashed to the ground

And when it was Sunday

I picked up the phone, but put it back down

I could just go see you; I could drive across town

No, I can’t, I shouldn’t, I refuse to give in

But what should I do? My heads starting to spin 

And when it was Sunday

I wouldn’t call you, but I hoped you’d call me

How were you doing? I wanted to see

I hope you’re alright, I hope you’re okay

And at the end of the day, that’s all I needed to say  

I Know You're Not

It's been bugging me for weeks.
It's running through my head, over and over and over again.
It won't stop.
It's making me crazy.
Why can't I stop thinking about it?
It was just a simple act of kindness.
It shouldn't even matter.
It's not a big deal; right?
It didn't mean anything; did it?
Is it because it highlighted a difference?
Yes maybe that's it.
Maybe I've figured it out.
Now I can stop thinking about it.
NO! That's not it.
It did show that, but there's something else.
I continue to think about it.
It continues to plague my thoughts.
I continue to exam it.
I can't make it stop.
STOP IT!
It doesn't matter.
Really, it's not a big deal.
It's really not.
I know that...
Don't I?
Yes!  I know that, I really do.
But then WHY can't I stop thinking about it?
I don't want to think about it anymore.
It doesn't matter.
I really don't care.
There is no significance.
But here I am...
Thinking about it again.
Still trying to figure out why I care.
Still trying to figure out what difference it makes?
WAIT! I think I've got it.
I've FINALLY figured it out!
Maybe the act itself isn't significant at all...
Yes, that's it.
The act itself isn't significant
What's significant is that when you asked, I answered "I'm fine" but without another word, you reacted as if to say "I know you're not."

Can't Make It All Make Sense

Tonight as I was listening to some music one of my favorite songs came on and I was instantly slammed with memories. This definitely isn't unusual as often when listening to a song I am transported back to another time and place, possibly the first time I heard the song, maybe seeing it performed live, or maybe some significant moment it was playing during.  This wasn't like that though. They weren't memories that had any association with the song, or at least not directly. Instead they were memories of a friend. A friend I once considered one of my best friends, but a friend I haven't spoken to in over a year, and haven't seen in several.

Although I think of this friend often tonight it felt like I was run over by a truck. It was such a stark difference from my normal reaction to the song. Although it is a sad song and provokes emotion from many people, for me it provides peace. I cried the first time I heard it (and many times sense) but I also felt an overwhelming sense of comfort. Finally someone was saying what I was feeling, "Sometimes the greater plan is kind of hard to understand. Right now it don't make sense, can't make it all make sense."

That's not what I felt today though. When I heard it today I felt heartache. I could hear the words coming out of his mouth and I know he has felt these same things, and instead of peace I felt pain. I hate thinking about the pain he has gone through. I hate that he has suffered the losses he has, and I know he has felt the type of pain I wouldn't wish on anyone.

Through the years and changes in our lives we are no longer a part of each other's lives. We will shoot the other an e-mail on occasion or hear about the other through mutual friends, but we definitely aren't close the way we once were. I miss him, and I wish we were still as close as we once were, but even more than that I wish I could take away every ounce of his pain.

Go listen here!  Luke Bryan: Drink A Beer

It Mattered

My entire life I have wanted to teach. I honestly can’t remember a time when that wasn’t on my goals list. I love children and always have, but even more important than my love for children was my determination to make a difference. Just think about it. As a parent you are the number 1 influence in your child’s life and you get to help mold that child into a good person, a positive person for society. You get to help establish a foundation in which they can grow, flourish, and live up to their potential. As a teacher you may not be the number 1 impact, but you definitely make a difference. You still help set the foundation. You still help a child grow, and you push that child to flourish and be the best person they can be. Except in this case you aren’t just doing it for a few children. You are doing it for an entire classroom of children every year. It’s one of the ultimate ways to make a difference. If you don’t like where the future of our country or our world is headed…. Teach a child. Those children are our future. Invest in them. Listen to them. Show them. Teach them. Watch them grow.

I was so devoted to this goal, and these thoughts that I overlooked all the other ways there are to make a difference. It isn’t only about children. You can live your life in a way that you are an example to everyone. You can listen to those around you. You can identify people’s needs, and you yourself can be the type of person that you would like to see become the norm as opposed to the exception. People never stop learning. In living a good and positive life you aren’t only being a good example for a child, but are in fact an example for everyone you come in contact with.

About a year and a half ago I left my teaching position at the elementary school. At the time I was completely heartbroken. It was something I had worked so hard for. I honestly felt I was making a difference in those children’s lives and they were making a difference in mine. I am not looking back on it with rose-colored glasses, as there were clearly things in the situation that I didn’t agree with, wasn’t comfortable with, but tried to overlook. It wasn’t the perfect situation or environment that I had always envisioned it would be. There was judgment. There was negativity, and in all honesty there were many people who were setting an example, but I can’t say that they were all good ones. In situations like that you start to take the weight of the world on your shoulders. You want to counteract the negativity. You want to make sure that there is at least some good even if it is surrounded by bad. That’s why I was so hurt by what happened. I believed I was doing the best thing. I had parents and children letting me know how big of a difference I was making in their lives. Some of these people still contact me today. Constantly reminding me that who I was in his or her lives was someone who mattered, someone who made a difference. 

That’s why when everything happened I was crushed. I will not go into the entire situation, as it honestly doesn’t matter. What it boils down to is some people didn’t agree with some things in my life. Without knowing the situation, without ever really looking into it they judged me, and through this judgment it was determined that if I wasn’t the same as them I wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t a good role model. I wasn’t a good representation of the faith. As someone who strives to always be a role model, and to do the right thing even is no one is watching, hearing something like this shook me to my core. I questioned myself. I looked at my life and wondered if I in fact was doing something wrong. If I wasn’t living my life in a way I should be proud of. I can honestly say in the months of reflection and the months of beating myself up trying to figure it out I finally came to the conclusion that I wouldn’t have done it any other way. I wasn’t doing something wrong I was doing something different, and if that is something you can’t accept then that’s a reflection on you, not a reflection on me. Although I was finally comfortable with this I will still saddened. I still felt I was losing my dream of making a difference. It was a rough time. It was something that was difficult for me to come to terms with, and something I couldn’t completely comprehend.

Looking back now I can honestly stay I made a difference then, and I am still making a difference in ways I couldn’t have ever imagined. I am still working with children, and although it is in a different setting these children still have the same needs and still need someone that lives the type of life they can hope to have. Setting that aside though there are so many other parts of my life now, and so many things I have done that have renewed my faith that I can make a difference in this world. I still have my podcast (although it’s taken a short break while I dealt with some of life’s more pressing issues.) Through the show I have made amazing contacts. I have been involved with organizations that I am so proud to be associated with. I have done shows bringing to light some health issues that are often left in the shadows. I have done shows in support of Bands 4 Arms, The Boot Campaign, and Wounded Warriors. We have done shows on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Traumatic Brain Injuries. On a lighter note there have been shows to draw attention to up and coming artists. We have gotten the word out about new CDs, new sitcoms, new blogs, and many other adventures people have embarked on. I have been involved in a couple different new podcasts starting up. I have given a voice to people that previously didn’t have one, and in each and every one of those things we’ve made a difference. I have received e-mails from listeners, who I now consider dear friends, telling me that they got through their treatment that day because they were listening to the show. I have spoken with people who have lived a life scarred by abuse, and they have thanked me for getting the word out. I have received messages simply saying, “What you do is important!” and each and every time I realize that “it makes a difference.” It might be in an entirely different way than I imagined throughout my life, but it is still fulfilling the goals I set for myself. 

Through those situations and experiences I have opened the door for many other opportunities. I have started writing articles about things I enjoy and things and people I believe in. I have gotten to interview people who I look up to, and I have had the opportunity to meet people that I admire, as well as artists I am a huge fan of. Without going through everything I went through as I left the classroom none of this would have been possible. I wouldn’t have found myself in the situation I am in. I wouldn’t be writing for multiple online magazines. I wouldn’t be hosting my show. I wouldn’t be helping do PR and social media communications for companies and organizations I truly believe in. I wouldn’t be able to have a phone interview with BJ Thomas and share with him that his concert was the first one I ever went to, and years later it was the first one I took my daughter to. I wouldn’t get emails from musicians on reality shows sharing with me that previous contestants have shared so many positive things about working with me that they now want to know if they can have hat same opportunity. I have received e-mails from PR Reps letting me know that their clients shared that I was a breath of fresh air in the industry. I was a good person and was doing things for the right reasons, and because of that they want to work with me again in the future. All of those things mean so much to me, and I don’t take a single one for granted. They help me know I am doing the right thing, and at the end of the day I can look back and honestly say… “Yes I did the right thing. Yes I have and can continue to make a difference, and possibly most importantly of all I can now say with full confidence “Yes it mattered!” 

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Is That What A Christian Is?

    Many of you know that I have struggled with my beliefs lately. Except it isn't so much my beliefs, but more where my beliefs fit in within the framework of organized religion. I struggle with the judgment from so many religious people. I struggle with people's perception of what it means to be a good Christian; what it means to be a good example of a faith filled person. 

   I know exactly what I believe, nothing has made me waiver with that. I know the type or person I am, and the type of Christian I strive to be. I know which people I consider good examples of faith filled people. I know who I can turn to when I want to see a good example of being a strong role model. 

Did you walk by the homeless person on the street today?

Is that what a Christian is?

Did you stop and talk to the child begging for your attention?

Is that what a Christian is?

Did you make fun of someone for what they were wearing?

Is that what a Christian is?

Did you hold open the door for the persn behind you?

Is that what a Christian is?

Did you turn your nose up at someone because they were having a drink?

Is that what a Christian is?

Did you stop the bully from teasing a classmate?

Is that what a Christian is?

Did you judge someone because of their sexual orientation?

Is that what a Christian is?

Did you turn your back on a friend who needed your help?

Is that what a Christian is?

Did you help the elderly lady cross the street?

Is that what a Christian is?

Is that what a Christian is?

Do we even know anymore?

    Being a Christian is so much more than filling a pew on Sunday or flipping through a Bible daily. Being a Christian comes from the heart. It isn't filled with judgment. It doesn't involve turning others away.  You can' judge others just because they sin differently from you. Afterall that person you're judging might be the most Christian of us all.

   One of my all time favorite songs, performed by one of my all time favorite singers, BJ Thomas explains my thoughts so clearly. So much truth in it, and definitely something to think about. I hope you will all take a minute to listen to the song below and think about it.... "Would You?"


Would They Love Him Down In Shreveport