I was going to post sumthin up yesterday, since i had this great urgency in my heart to. But I had to finish off strong with my last Exam to closeup my stressful Junior schoolyear. Now that I have no strings holding me back from bringing out the whole truth. I will share with you my Christian faith that was greatly strengthen through my Father's Love. Throughout most of my life I thought of my Father as a corrupt parent, my mom would always comment on his thoughtless remarks and actions. I would at times pity my father since he was getting old and his memory and decision making was wasting away. Also my father would casually punish and scold us severely, which made me dislike him even more. For those of you who are not aware; when i was young my brother and i would fight all the time. It was basically childs play and a casual, when my brother would touch me I would touch him back to retain my satisfaction, but since he is the older child and the older child has an ego to always come on top before their younger siblings. He would would retaliate back at me twice as hard. "Just as a side note for those younger siblings, stay humble and don't think that you can overpower your elders, b/c you will Lose." Anyways there was this one time when my brother got into a fight w/ me about the same issue presented. But since my Dad was driving the van and my Dad is a man to be feared. We knew that we were gonna see Hell. So before he got enraged, we knew that we would have to makeup very quickly. But it was too late. My dad uproariously started to yell at us, his veins were soon revealed, his face bright Red and the sound of his yelling is indescribable, with the windows shut people on the other side of the sidewalk would glance at us. His Yell would literally bring your heart to a two second pause. While my brother and i was in the back seat saturated with tears he would not feel the slightest of pity and remorse for us. He soon brought us to a quietsome neighborhood and demanded my brother out of the car. While i was still in the back car my Dad abruptly drove away. A second after i came to the realization that my dad just left my brother there, on the street, no where to be found ever again. I quickly begged for mercy and repented, and eventually he turned around right b4 the traffic light and picked up my bro and drove back home. He didn't say a single word and he instantly knew by then that we learned our lesson. There was this other time where i believe erupted from the same issue about superiority. But this time was at home. As my Dad was watching T.V downstairs and my brother and I started to brawl. We started to make a lot of noise pushing, shoving, hitting yelling, and screaming. I cried out even harder to maintain my fathers attention to break up the fight. But my dad has a moral value that if you were part of the fight and hit back then you are just as bad as the opposer. This eventually led to tension. I didn't expect to get scolded for an action that my brother started but rarely does that ever occur. So my brother and I were sentenced to the Scariest place in the whole house. My basement. To set the mood even greater my basement has never really been refurbished to a great extent. There has been instinces where a mouse was found and my dad killed it w/ a shoe, also a squirrel came down from the chimney and scurried into the basement. When you first go into my basement you get a sense of insecureness that something will come out and grab you. I would not be surprised to figure out that this house especially the basement attained a Horrific Tragic History behind it. So anyways, my brother and i were placed into the main room of the basement that had only the ceiling renovated. The carpet in that room alone is dirty yellow with a tint of urine scent. The walls are peeling with ancient wallpapers, rusted from leaks, and old wood freshly rotting away. But when my Dad gets mad he would go to the full extent. So my brother and I were sitting on our knees holding our arms up high. His face would once again get furious, his eyes would bulge, veins would pop and my mom would be able to hear my fathers yell from the top floor. We abruptly tried to beg for forgiveness and promise to never fight again. But my Dad went out the room, slammed the door, turned off all the lights, and went upstairs. All i could hear was thte sobbing and the weeping of my brother and myself but once we stopped all we could hear was the deep silence and the echoes of the boiler. Realized by then that we would have to sleep in the basement overnight in great fear. But after a few moments later my Dad returns back and simply tells us to go wash up.

         The reason that I told you about the punishment that I've recieved from my Dad is very deeply important and dear to my heart. The Disciplinary action that he gave to me has tampered and significantly altered my heart in which it was once bruised up and beaten, once it recovered my heart became even stronger and humble than before. I Believe that God works the same way, Suffering is part of our daily lives, we need suffering in our lives but we must also embrace it so we may grow as a stronger yet faithful Christian. In the Bible we are presented about events in which God brings about the 10 plagues in Egypt, this was God's way to disciplining his children from all their immorale deeds.When Jesus enters the church and flips over the tables from the trade and disrepectful moneymaking, Shows how Jesus is disciplining his followers. Therefore Discipline and Suffering can Only lead to goodness and Growth. So whenever you are being discplined or suffering don't be bitter and hateful instead embrace your situation to further grow from it. In that God will only impede this upon you through his Great Love. I have significantly seen how Discipline has worked within my church. For example ....... was greatly disciplined by basically everyone that was older than him. He was once a stubborn yet selfish toddler. But from all his much older piers and brothers; he was yelled at made cry and greatly disciplined. I have seen throughout time that his character has been altered . Like he was put into Army for a whole full term. His maturity greatly surpasses some who are older than him. But more importantly, through his discipline that he has retained, he is capable to follow through w/ the word of God, and live life devoted upon it. Throughout my years of attending church I have seen the great amount of discipline set forth by the church and the change it has in people. I believe that through great discipline is the only way for people to further grow in their Faith.

         As my Father has greatly disciplined my faith. His Character is one who resembles Jesus. My Father previously to me was thought of as annoyance. But throughout the week of Fathers day i learned something even greater. My Dad has a tendency to give hugs, kisses, and unbearable squeezings, it was once cute when I was young but now that I'm older it doesn't seem like the casual thing to do. This is symbolic of Jesus's Love towards his children, he loves everyone equally and unconditionally. My Dad would also always ask twice; such as when i finish a bowl of pasta that he made and I am unable to even lift a finger; he would still ask me if I want more Food; sometimes i avoid even responding back. This is representative on how God provides and gives us more than we can ever imagine. But on Friday when i had a day off from regents I helped out at my my Dad's store, since he was sick and only recieved an hour of sleep. I had to push myself out of bed, which was not forced by my parents. That day I saw the strenuous labor that my parents had to endure, especailly my dad since he recieved an hour of sleep. My Dad was standing beside a steaming grill, trying to make three sandwhiches at a time, enduring with a single bite out of leftover food from home, drinking refilled tap water, and enduring his sickness with continuous coughing. There was little that i was capable of doing, but to my Dad he greatly appreciated our help. Whenever my Dad had a chance to Breathe he asked me and my brother if we wanted any food, anything to drink, I simply rejected since I couldn't bear to watch my Dad giving up so much just for us. After my dad made us food that was overpacked w/ extra meat and told us to get a larger drink from the fridge. Thats when it hit me and i then came to the realization in life the meal that I was eating, i could not simply afford to buy w/ the money in my wallet. In previous cases when my mom brought sandwhiches from work for us to eat, my brother would at times complain and end up buying a sandwhich from Subway. Later that day my Brother and I decided to walk to the Tanger Outlet to Look around and hopefully buy Stuff. My mom took a fifty out of my fathers wallet and handed it to my brother while she took out a twenty and gave it to me. While I was handing out the menues to the different stores. In which no one was around. We walked into American Eagle. We looked around and i was hesitant to buy a polo in which to where to church while my brother prodigally bought pants and a pink polo. We ended up spending $60. After I felt bad that my dad barely had money in his wallet, I had to return the $20 into his wallet. We later realized that, the following Sunday was Fathers day, and we just spend $60 for ourselves. When I returned back home I could barely walk, and my legs ached unbearably. I realized that my parents goes through with this occurence every single day. On Saturday as a last minute rush we bought my dad a buttoned down shit and a belt that happened to be too small on him; but he was very appreciatve of it. The actions of my father is very much representative as a Humble Christian, as reflective upon Jesus's crucification my father Humbly provides for his children even if it means sacrifising his whole body. Jesus died for our sins because he Loves us, My father sacrifises his body for his children to give us a better life. I am truly grateful to have such a loving and wonderful Father who protects, loves, provides, and nurture his children just how Jesus has done for us. Jesus is My Savior, My Dad is my Savior.

    On this very solemm day i would like to commerate a certain person I knew. I had a friend in the second grade by the name of Jordan. He was a fragile small boy that had a pale skin tone, bald and always wore a cap. Sitting right behind him I realized that he had a large scar behind his neck. But i always disregarded thoses facts but focused more on his trait of him being a boy that always smiled, greeted every one of the classmates, was friendly with teachers and at times cracked jokes. Untill one day a girl in the class asked for why he had a scar behind his neck he responded by saying that he had an operation. Since he was friendly with me i was also friendly with him, I treated him the same way i did with all my other friends. That year Jordan and a couple other students were transferred to a newly opened school but in the same district, untill we will soon meet up again in High school. So as our last farewells we gave eachother hugs on our moderate friendship. As years past friends came and went, and grew and diverged into different interests. Untill i reached High School and met new faces. But also recognized familiar faces too. So i kept searching throughout my High School year. I thought about Jordan briefly in my mind in how he turned out to be. I would look at other peoples faces in the Hallway and search for him, but no segare. So i simply just forgot about him There was this one Kid in my English class that was tall "6,0", a little chubby and had curly blonde hair. His name was Jordan and at times during class he would say Hi to me. I would think in the back of my head who is this guy and how does he know me. "He's so annoying." When i reached home his name was just ringing in my mind; and i thought is this the same Jordan i knew in Elementary school. But he doesn't look like the same person i used to know. And then i remembered his shaky voice and it was the same shaky voice i identified him by. That next day i turned and asked if he went to Parkway my Elementary school. He said yes. But he didn't quite remember who i was still. From that day on him and I would talk to one another greet eachother etc. We reunited as friends once again. He was thought to me as any other one of my friends. But his cheerful character of simply just saying Hi stood out the most. I totally disregarded the fact that he had that operation, so i thought that since he looks tall, a little fat and had hair made him presumably seem healthy. At time of when i just roam around the school aimlessly, at times Jordan would come up to me and greet me, sometimes he greeted me more than once "which sometimes annoyed me, but i never got mad at him and he never got mad Ever. At random times he would always unassumably appear before my eyes and "Hi" which always cheered me up. That next year, after the first week of school Jordan entered my first period Math class. He would sit right beside me. I would share my notes pencils whenever he needed. I would always be one of the first students to arrive to school in the quiescence of the hallway. When i was unoccupied waiting for the bell Jordan will sometimes come up to me and small talk with me on school things. But he would constantly be missing out on school for consecutive weeks. When he did arrive back i didn't ask on why he was absent, i sort of had an idea but instead i tried to keep up with our same old mutual relationship. And I wanted him to feel like a regular person even though he was fighting through Cancer. He would Greet me as usual and i would sometimes say some things which supposedly made him laugh. That next year we wasn't in the same class again. But unexpectingly he appeared and greeted me once agin, i said Hi back. Unfortunately that was the last time I heard him say "Hi" ever again. I was notified today that he died from Cancer yesterday night. From this notification I was brought back into reality. I was appauled and speechless and thought about the friendship we shared. But i thought about this happening for a moment, I tried to take something out of it and I learned that Jordan brought Light into this world, I can not imagine how much pain and suffering that he had to deal with, facing Cancer throughout most of his life. But he never got angered or bitter from this pain that he had to deal with. Even though he dealt with operations to lessen the Cancer he still arrived to School, living life to the fullest always remaining as his usual self, successfully being the Light to this world. I have learned so much and from this account I will use as stregthening my Christian faith. God Bless, and God Bless my Beloved Friend                    

Well, i was just working on my essay for English class. I had to write of the parallel Between Santiago from The Old Man And The Sea to Jesus Christ. Since there is so much connections to the bible and the crucification of christ. Ihad to refresh my memory on the ressurection again. So i started from Matthew and I searched through the chapter and i realized that it didn't include some very important details such as the lashings and the how many times jesus fell down and got back up. I remembered in class the teacher asked us that question and a girl answered 4 times. But it wasn't there.... in Matthew, so i looked in Mark.. same thing. How about the prisoner who asked for forgiveness. That appears in Luke though.in John they also mention the Holy Spirit and the spearing through the rib. If anyone knows where in the bible the things i missed that would be greatly appreciated. One verse that stuck out the most was Mark 16:15-18 He said to them "Go into all the world and preach the good news to all creation Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned. And these signs will accopany those who believe: In my name they will drive out the demons they will speak in new tongues; they will pick up snakes with their hands and when they drink deadly poison it will not hurt them at all; they will place their hands on sick people , and will get well."