Thursday, March 28, 2013

Self-Created Prison




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Self-Created Prison- by Brandon Stephens Copyright 2013

Somewhere between past pain and future fears
The foundation of freedom lies dormant
Prison cells of self-pity and shame
Incarcerate inmates shackled in regret

Selfish motives manipulate
Seeking to serve the ego as
Mass-murder character assassins
Hide behind fortified walls of weaponized words
Tearing down others to build up self with a
False sense of security like a mall cop's whistle and flashlight

Completely unaware that this jail exists
As a result of my own judgmental mentals
The key to the lock on this bondage of self
Is acceptance of who I am here and now

Perfectly flawed, worthlessly valuable, and
Uniquely normal in my spiritual humanness

Free at last
To joyously embrace the gift of the present


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Friday, March 22, 2013

Funny Money: The Attack on Our Nation's Motto



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With the Ten Commandments banned in our courtrooms and prayer forbidden in public schools, it's no surprise our nation's motto, "In God We Trust," is under attack on our currency.

The Freedom from Religion Foundation – one of the nation’s most radical atheist organizations – has filed a federal lawsuit to remove “In God We Trust” from United States currency. They claim our money discriminates against those who don't believe in God. Give me a break!

The last time I checked, money was the same shade of green for the faithful and the faithless. The FRF's claim might be substantiated if certain items were not available for purchase with American, "In God We Trust" dollars. I'm pretty sure however that strippers, drug dealers, hookers, and hit men accept the same promissory notes as doctors, postal workers, teachers and firefighters.

This latest attack on God in the name of political correctness and equal rights is as absurd as me making a fuss over New Jersey's nickname, "The Garden State." Should I go and petition Governor Chris Christie to remove the phrase from our state license plates because I don't have a garden? Absolutely not! My car gets me from point A to point B regardless of what's printed on my license plate and US currency allows me to make purchases regardless of my religious beliefs.

The only difference between atheists and "In God We Trust," and me and "The Garden State," is the fact that I don't hate gardens. Although I don't have one, I do acknowledge that gardens exist and are important in the lives of my fellow citizens. Whether or not I choose to believe it, the food I eat on a daily basis comes from a garden somewhere.

The individuals seeking to remove "In God We Trust" from our nation's currency claim to not believe in God and are completely free to do so within the constructs of the US Constitution. Attempting to remove our nation's long-standing motto from coins and bills however, is an aggressive act of hatred toward God and His people. If you choose to believe there is no God that's your business. The questions remains, how can you hate something you don't believe in?

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

The Treadmill Continues




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The Treadmill Continues- by Brandon Stephens Copyright 2013

Forward-thinking yet stuck in the past's muck
Break-neck speed spinning treadmill belt gears
Lucid American Dreams lived loosely
Defined by subjective interpretation
Create basement heavens, penthouse hells, and
Middle-class purgatory sentences

Penance doled out by media priests through
Digital cable confession boxes
Create salvation for sale to the highest bidder
The rich in spirit starve joyfully
While gluttonous appetites rage on ravenously

Selfish motives cloaked in smoke and mirrors, and
Quid pro quo humanitarianism
Pontificate promises from political platforms
Proving nothing more than power moves
In a popularity contest between two losers

Until we all see
That the "you" I'm trying to screw
Is me
The treadmill continues

Friday, February 1, 2013

In Gosh We Trust


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Holy cow! My word! Jiminy Crickets! When something surprising or unbelievable happens, what's your go-to phrase of exclamation? Over the past few years, I've adopted a conservative, "Oh my goodness!" as opposed to the previous, "Oh my God!" One of the Ten Commandments states, "Thou shall not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain," which can also be understood as, "You shall not make wrongful use of the name of the Lord your God." Ergo the question, "Is the phrase, 'Oh my God' considered making misuse of the Lord's name?

If used to convey the idea, "Wow, what I'm experiencing is so intense I need to be closer to God," then the idiom stands faultless in my opinion (Ha! Opinions! see Everyone Has One and They All Stink). I would bet however, more often than not as was my case personally, the phrase is thrown around with scant regard for fellowship with the Creator. It's kind of like a swear word I suppose.

Instead of saying, "Holy shit!" we're saying, "Oh my God!" Is "shit" worse than "God?" Is "God" worse than "shit?" God is THE shit in my book. He knows I'm a sinner. He knows that my heart is wicked and deceitful. His Word says that without Christ, even my best intentions are like filthy rags in His sight. It's doubtful He'll be impressed if I switch from, "Holy shit!" to "Oh my God." I avoid using both phrases when I remember to and stick with an innocent, "Oh my goodness." It just sounds less offensive. Plus, as a father, I'm keenly aware that children parrot everything they hear.


Have you ever heard a little kid say, "Oh my God!" or worse, "Jesus Christ!" in exclamation? It doesn't sound right. It's downright offensive to listen to. And you know the response isn't organic. The child learned it from television or parental influence. The fact that this topic is even of concern to me today stands as proof of the Holy Spirit's work on my heart. Growing up in a secular home, I dropped plenty a, "Oh my God," in conversation without reprimand from my parents. We didn't go to church, we didn't read the Bible, and there was no talk of God in our home. More a piece of slang than anything else, "Oh my God," was an interjection picked up from being a member of society.

A particular memory sticks with me however. I must've been a boy of eight or nine. My dad's friend had this brand new golf cart (we had a summer trailer in a campground in Pennsylvania and everyone got around by golf cart). In front of our trailer, there were a bunch of little, greyish-blue stones leading out to the road. Hitting the gas on the cart, my dad's buddy spun its back wheels quickly, throwing rocks about and leaving a small hole in our driveway. As the golf cart sped away, I looked at the damage, looked at my dad, and exclaimed for the first time in my life, "Jesus Christ!"

The phrase felt strange leaving my mouth. A split-second before choosing the words, something told me I was taking a gamble with this particular interjection. My father paused for a second before remarking, "Don't say that. It doesn't sound nice for a kid to say that." Even though I knew very little about Jesus, I learned that day that there's something special about His name. My dad was right. It didn't sound nice coming out of my mouth. Wait a minute! Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me." How could the name, "Jesus Christ," not sound nice coming from the lips of a child?


 
Often in life, it's not so much what you say, but how you say it. I wasn't speaking to Jesus that day. I wasn't telling others about Him. I wasn't crying out to Him or praising Him. I was taking His name and using it in place of a curse word. I suppose that's what it means to "take the Lord's name in vain" and misuse it. It's always been the "in vain" part of that commandment that confused me. I've always thought vanity was looking at yourself too much in the mirror. Like the piece of furniture women sit at to look at themselves while putting make-up on: a vanity.

Still not having taken my own advice about buying a dictionary (see But I Digress...), I just looked up the definition of "vanity" on dictionary.com (I told you it was a wonderful resource!). Vanity can mean, "being excessively proud of or concerned with one's appearance", which doesn't really fit in with taking the Lord's name and making it a curse. However, an additional definition is, "ineffectual or unsuccessful; futile." Ah-ha! When I say, "Jesus Christ!" as a swear word, I'm not communicating with God. I'm cursing!

Cursing something with Jesus' name, I'm exercising futility. He's not some black magic, voodoo God who bends to my will and curses people and situations I'm displeased with! John 3:16 says, "God so loved the world that He gave His only Son that whosoever believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life." God is in the business of grace, mercy, and blessing. Jesus name is life, not a curse! When used as an idiom in vain, the result is, "improper or irreverent." When "Jesus Christ", the name of the Creator of heaven and earth, is used in place of, "son of a bitch!" when I stub my toe, I'm using it improperly and irreverently.


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Sunday, January 27, 2013

I. P. Freely: Live from the Pity Pot


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With one foot stuck in the past and the other foot rooted firmly in tomorrow, I've effectively pissed all over today. Regrets of time wasted, opportunities missed, and dreams lost eat away at my conscience. I long for a fresh start. Oh how I wish I knew what I wanted to do with my life. Better yet, I wish I knew what God wanted to do through me.

If only I had discernment of God's will for me in high school. I could've chosen a college and picked a major with intention. Instead, I let my flesh make all my decisions and stayed stuck on stupid (see Three Birds on a Fence). Seriously distracted by my full-time job as a free-lance drug addict, I wasted my parents' money choosing classes at random and dropping them at will.

At 29 years of age, I should be established in a career. Instead, I have an eclectic resume with little to no expertise in any particular field (aside from Fictitious and Theoretical Literature Composition and Motivational Speaking, see Delusions of Grandeur). The jobs my two Bachelor's degrees will allow, I want nothing to do with.

As new interests arise, I toy around with the idea of going back to school (again) to pursue a new career (again). The cost and time requirements of earning another BA are prohibitive; at this juncture the practicality of such is nil. Pursuing a Master's degree seems advantageous only to those already on a career path desiring to climb the pay scale. I want to head in a whole new direction.

I can't seem to fit the corporate, capitalist mold. Money won't fill the void (see The God-Shaped Hole). The thought of being stuck in a cubicle from 9am-5pm is anxiety-inducing. Working for peanuts to make someone else rich sickens me. As an employee, I'm self-centered and rebellious enough to cut my own nose off to spite the rest of my face. Under the challenge of a quota, I shut down. I simply don't care about projects that aren't mine and money isn't a strong enough incentive to motivate me.

As much greener as the grass of a new career looks, I'm not that naive. If I'm not spiritually motivated and fulfilled by my work, I'll continue to repeat the cycle of restlessness and dissatisfaction. I'm ready to receive my life's work and hear my calling. I pray I'm given the ears to do so.


Cue the fear of the future! Barring a lottery win, we'll need a regular source of income to keep our family afloat until this life's calling of mine decides to dial. What to do in the meantime? I wish I had it in me to just suck it up and take some job I hate for the next thirty years like generations past. The work force doesn't really seem to operate like that these days though. The traditional "pension and benefits for life" upon retiring have all but vanished. Companies start up and go out of business in the blink of an eye. Massive layoffs are common and the unemployment rate is rising.

Perhaps I'm too picky (some may call it spoiled and arrogant) but I can't seem to assimilate into today's workforce successfully. Not for lack of trying; I've had no less than eight jobs in the past six years. I feel deeply that I'm called to something with a purpose and am having a terrible time settling for nonsense.

So who pays the bills? It looks like my wife may enter the work force to bring home the vegan bacon. There's talk of such but opportunity hasn't yet arisen. Mortgage bills have though. And car insurance and electric and sewer and gas and cable and internet and grocery and so on and so forth. We trust God as our Provider and will stay put until He reveals the next step. Faith doesn't change the fact that patience proves difficult at times.


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Thursday, December 20, 2012

School Shootings and Santa Claus: Ho, Ho, Holy Crap!



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I'm angry. Furious really. Livid. No matter the choice of words used, the feeling isn't accurately conveyed. 20 dead kids and six adults in a public school? Disgusting.

Another deranged lunatic goes postal and follows up with suicide. What a coward! He should have done us all a favor and blown his own brains out first and saved a lot of people a lot of grief. My heart is broken for his family and the families of the victims.

As a parent, to imagine receiving news that my five year old little boy was mercilessly slaughtered in front of his classmates...ugh. No parent should ever have to endure such agony.

I'm so angry it's difficult to think straight. I want to do something but feel powerless and helpless. Why would something like this happen? Oh yeah, that's right! Satan has dominion over the earth. He is the prince of a world full of evil and darkness. And our politically-correct, overly-sensitive society tries to extinguish the remnant of light left every chance it gets.



We push God out of schools and indoctrinate our kids with a sleigh-full of Santa Claus. Then we have the nerve to ask, "Why?" when a mad mad guns down innocent children. Time and time again, we have made it clear to God that we're doing just fine without Him. We break His laws and deny His existence, all the while convinced that being a "good person" is enough. Well guess what? It's not.

No one is good but God. And unless we're clothed in Christ, all God sees is our sin and rebellion. That sin will be judged and punished eternally. The time is now. If you don't know Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior, I beg of you will all my earnestness, admit your sins to Him and ask for forgiveness. Receive Him into your heart. Get a Bible (and read it), join a Bible-teaching church, and tell others about Him.

Only God knows how much longer the window of salvation will stay open. Take advantage of the free gift of eternal life God has made available to us through Christ. Not because we're good. Not because we deserve it. But because God loves us. And for all you folks out there who laugh at the notion of God, atheism is cute but guess what? There is a God and you're not it.




America, stop telling your kids to believe in Santa. You're lying to them! At best, they'll develop the idea that being good enough equals gifts and blessings. At worst, they'll view you as a hypocritical liar that created faith in a false god and broke their hearts when you couldn't keep the lie up any longer.

When we tell our kids to believe in a man they can't see who brings presents if they're good enough, we're laying dangerous groundwork for a works-based idea of salvation (If I do good things, I'll earn my way into heaven). We're saved by grace through faith in Christ, not by tipping the scales in our favor through good deeds.

Imagine the anxiety created in children who still have strong consciences. "Have I been good enough? Did Santa see when I pushed Billy on the playground? Well, I told my mom her new haircut looked nice so hopefully that will cancel it out." Then, on Christmas Eve,  we tell our kids to leave the Santa-god an offering of cookies and milk in a last ditch effort to avoid a coal-filled stocking in the event our good deeds didn't outweigh the bad. We are teaching our children to sacrifice to idols to get what they want. Stop it!

Eventually, the inevitable truth is brought to light. Then when they learn that this man we taught them to love and have faith in and behave for is not real and the whole thing was done in "good fun" and in the "spirit of Christmas," we're making it pretty easy for children to lump God into the same category as Santa, the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny.



At Christmastime, guess who has an all-access pass in school? You guessed it. Santa! In my son's elementary school, Santa is everywhere. After passing the 4ft tall, singing Santa statue in the hallway, I made my way to his classroom. "Santa" is a featured word on the "December Words" list and there's even a grouping of chairs and a table named in his honor. When I asked his teacher where the "Jesus" table was, she said, "Oh, we can't say that here. Santa is okay because he's secular."

The real meaning of Christmas, the birth of Jesus, can't even be mentioned in public schools. From an educational, sociocultural standpoint, our nation's children should be exposed to the beliefs of others. I want my kids to know what Hanukkah is all about. I want them to know that some people celebrate Kwanzaa etc. And I want them to know that Christmas is about Jesus and that Santa Claus is a fantasy character like Mickey Mouse or Donald Duck.

Instead of educating our children about the real meaning of Christmas, we indoctrinate them with lies and manipulate their behavior with presents. The next time some evil-possessed, gun-slinging maniac shoots up a school, I sure as hell hope the students and teachers aren't expecting Santa to save them.


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Monday, August 6, 2012

Everyone Has One and They All Stink


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Opinion is a curious thing. Like noses, everyone has one and they all smell. Think about it. There's absolutely no need for the opinion of anyone to be backed by actual fact. Opinion can be based on superstition, tradition, indoctrination, brainwashing, marketing, muckraking, or propaganda but does not need to be factual to exist.

To test my theory, I'll pose the age-old question, "What's better, Coke or Pepsi?" Cocaine, hands down. Far too many calories in Pepsi. But that's just my opinion.  Seriously though, how many decisions do we make each and every day based on opinion instead of truth? The bank we use, the car we drive, the clothes we wear...in a world with so many options competing for our time, money, and loyalty, how do we go about choosing the particulars?

The vast majority of decisions made stem from our opinions. Especially in consumer affairs. Companies spend millions of dollars to form our opinions; so do politicians. Why? Because once our minds are made up, our hard-earned unemployment checks go where we perceive value to be. We pay for whatever it is we think we need. If leaves are your thing (see The God-Shaped Hole) and the envy of others is what you seek, marketers have sold the idea that a particular brand of car or jeans or liquor is the top-shelf, cream of the crop, bomb-diggity. But is it?

Take a car for instance. A car's purpose is to get you from point A to point B. However, if you want to feel good about yourself by making others jealous, then certain automobile companies are more effective than others. A Hyundai gets you to work as does a Bentley. But popular opinion says a Bentley is more prestigious. The masses buy into this idea and a six-figure price tag becomes the norm. Are leather, heated seats better than whatever seats are in my Saturn? I don't know. Popular opinion says, "DUH! Of course they are!" But if marketers of vinyl spent millions of dollars to convince us that killing animals and using their skin for our comfort is wrong, we'd be willing to pay $100,000 for a vinyl interior.

Opinions change with the times. What's believed to be the Next Great Thing today becomes the Worst Thing Ever tomorrow. Take the egg for example. "Eggs are great! Eat eggs! Wait, eggs are bad. Don't eat eggs! But there's protein. Eggs are good! Hold on, too much cholesterol. Eggs are bad!" Every so often, some "expert" comes out with a study and the headline reads, "Such and such product previously thought to be great, now linked to Alzheimer's." Who's coming up these "studies" anyway? What's their agenda? Do they have a vested interest in swaying our opinion? More often than not, the folks who fund these "studies" stand to make some bucks if the general public's opinion is successfully shifted.

Look at the tobacco industry. Early cigarette ads were created to address concerns people had about the negative effects of smoking. In 1928, The Lucky Strike brand ran an ad in Literary Digest boasting such "health benefits" as "a way to stay in good shape and always feel peppy." The Camel brand stated, "More doctors smoke Camels than any other cigarette." People smoked in malls, daycare facilities, and hospitals.

Today's research undoubtedly links cigarette smoke with cancer and emphysema. The US Surgeon General places warnings on every pack sold. Smoking is outlawed in just about every public place imaginable. Yet, millions of people still smoke every day. The fact is, smoking kills. But marketers for Big Tobacco are able to sell the idea that certain brands are better than others, worth the risk, and a value at $10 per pack. How is this possible?

Opinion is a difficult thing to change. My buddy hates being addicted to cigarettes. He calls them "cancer sticks" and says in jest as he steps outside to light up, "Time to go get some cancer!" But he only smokes Newports. He won't touch another brand even if it's given to him for free. Why? He's under the opinion that a certain aspect of the Newport brand does a particular thing for him that other brands don't. In its most basic form, a cigarette is a cigarette (all my cigarette-smoking readers are screaming in unison, "A cigarette is NOT just a cigarette!".)

Cigarettes are designed to bring nicotine into your bloodstream. A car gets you from point A to point B. Clothes cover your body and protect you from the elements. Style, color preference, and brand identity are subtle nuances created by marketers in order to form opinion, drive up prices, and make more money. In my opinion, $800 jeans serve the same purpose as $10 ones. Your opinion may tell you otherwise and that's okay! Opinion is not fact.

With so many opinions vying to become ours, decades can be spent chasing the wind (see The God-Shaped Hole). I've come to realize that the intense yearning inside of me cannot be filled with a particular brand, car, career, religion, diet, fashion, or political affiliation. All those things become leaves on my branches (see Mustard on the Hotdog) to be flaunted in the faces of others.

If opinion-based purchases can't satisfy and fulfill me, what is a boy to do? Keep chasing the wind? Hop on every bandwagon that comes along? Follow every crash diet and new age spirituality that Hollywood swears by? No. In order to gain lasting fulfillment, contentment, and peace, I need to turn from opinion and seek truth.
Opinions come and go. Truth is timeless and unchanging. The truth is the same yesterday, today, and forever. The truth cannot be manipulated by marketers or studies. Sure, opinions about what's true change like the weather based on "recent findings" and "newly discovered information," but the truth is eternal. So how do we discern what's true? 

The dogma of today's society is, "Everyone has their own truth. Whatever works for you is your version of the truth." I tried that on for size and it didn't fit. In John 14:6, Jesus says, " I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father except through me." God says, "Hey, that truth you've been looking for? That satisfaction you've been craving? You're not gonna find it in those designer jeans, organic vegetables, or expensive champagne. What you've been looking for...is me. What you've been looking for is truth; timeless, unchanging truth. I am the truth." 

The things of the world failed to satisfy me. When I found out the emptiness I was experiencing was a God-shaped hole, I asked God to fill it. Where did I go to seek God? His Word, the Bible. The truth I trust and the life force that sustains me is found in the person of Jesus Christ, the Word. My truth is found in the Bible. Turning my will and life over to Jesus as my Lord and Savior is the only choice I've ever made that has satisfied my desire for more. God is the only thing able to fill a God-shaped hole. But hey, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. 


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