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2008 Review in Photos

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I really have no clue where to begin.
2008 brought so many ups and downs that just the thought of going through and rehashing all of it freaks me out.
Regardless, 2008 was amazing for many reasons, and one in particular.

Thankful fors in 2008 in no particular order:
(clicking each photo will enable you to leave a comment and to enlarge a specific photo)

There are many more photo’s I could place up there; blog party, etc. However I have limited space and time.
Perhaps if I feel it, I’ll do a 2008 in Review part II.
I will say this, Twitpic made this a whole lot easier.

I truly never will forget 2008.
Each memory will be tattooed on mind and heart forever.
From the moment of 01/01/08, to the moment of all the tears I cried, to the moment I first laid my lips on Allison’s, to the moments soon awaiting me in the next few days.
2008 will be a defining moment of my life to come.

I could truly never be more blessed.

Here’s to 2009!


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The past few weeks at Dialogue we’ve been discussing the topic of “emotion”.
Good emotion.
Negative emotion.
What it means to truly feel.
What it means when we lose the ability to feel.
We’ve been discussing type of emotions;

  • love
  • joy
  • sadness
  • depression
  • anger

    And many more.
    Yesterday PR brought up passion.
    Why should we be passionate? What should we be passionate about? Who should be passionate?
    In discussing these things, he showed us this video.

    I’ll leave the comments and opinions to you.

    What was your first thought?

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    November 24, 2008 at 4:44 pm

    A Thief and A Whore

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    “You set at the table, with the wounded and the poor. You laugh, and share stories, with the thief and a whore…”

    bethany dillon

    Bethany is obviously talking about Jesus.
    He reached out for anyone and everyone who needed His love.
    Here’s my question for you….


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    October 22, 2008 at 11:20 pm

    Homosexuality – By Birth – By Decision

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    Question for everyone.
    There is no right or wrong answer here.
    Just be respectful as you answer.

    Is homosexuality a choice, or is it something obtained at birth??


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    October 6, 2008 at 9:25 pm

    Prayer, Mission, and Justice

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    I was recently introduced to a site for 24-7 Prayer
    …no, a movement or maybe a belief.
    I hope…a lifestyle.
    Anyhow, this is what I find on the vision page…

    So this guy comes up to me and says “what’s the vision? What’s the big idea?” I open my mouth and words come out like this…
    The vision?

    The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.

    The vision is an army of young people.

    You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE from materialism.

    They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
    They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday.
    They wouldn’t even notice.
    They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was won.
    They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations. They need no passport.. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
    They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.
    What is the vision ?
    The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.

    Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
    It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
    This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
    A million times a day its soldiers

    choose to loose
    that they might one day win
    the great ‘Well done’ of faithful sons and daughters.

    Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don’t need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: “COME ON!”

    And this is the sound of the underground
    The whisper of history in the making
    Foundations shaking
    Revolutionaries dreaming once again
    Mystery is scheming in whispers
    Conspiracy is breathing…
    This is the sound of the underground

    And the army is discipl(in)ed.

    Young people who beat their bodies into submission.

    Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
    The tattoo on their back boasts “for me to live is Christ and to die is gain”.

    Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them ?
    Can hormones hold them back?
    Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them ?

    And the generation prays

    like a dying man
    with groans beyond talking,
    with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and
    with great barrow loads of laughter!
    Waiting. Watching: 24 – 7 – 365.

    Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries.

    They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive


    On the outside? They hardly care. They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide.
    Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
    They would lay down their very lives – swap seats with the man on death row – guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair.

    With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days,

    they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.

    Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.)
    Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
    Their words make demons scream in shopping centres.
    Don’t you hear them coming?
    Herald the weirdo’s! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes. They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension. Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.

    And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon.
    How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God. My tomorrow is his today. My distant hope is his 3D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great ‘Amen!’ from countless angels, from hero’s of the faith, from Christ himself. And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.


    Did you read the line in bold?
    Powerful. Intense. Real.

    That….left me Speechless. You?

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    September 26, 2008 at 8:25 pm

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    LifeShare SingAlong

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    Incase you missed it tonight…
    This is what it looked like worshiping God with 140+ bloggers;

    I have never ever done anything like this.
    Talk about power in worship.
    There was something unreal about this worship tonight that I have never experienced inside of a church before.
    If you are not a part of this commmunity of blogging, I not just invite you to be. I encourage you to be a part of it.
    If you were a part of this community tonight, please share with everyone what tonight was like for you. What was unique about this compared to what you experience in a church building every Sunday(not in a bad way)?

    I am so thankful for an authentic community of bloggers. I love all of you.

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    September 21, 2008 at 9:26 pm

    Prayer of Intercession for…me?

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    So recently I’ve really been battling with prayer.
    Not the idea of prayer or if prayer is something as a christian I should do.
    But more so, how to connect during prayer when you’re mind seems to take you everywhere but where you desire to go. Which in this case would be in a deep connection with Him for hope, peace, assurance, healing, etc, and for the opportunity to intercede for those in need.

    It seems that every time in the past four months or so that I go into a session of prayer that I can’t seem to “connect”. I close my eyes, I feel the desire and the need to talk to God, so I go.
    I close my eyes.
    I tell Him my thanks.
    I tell Him I need Him.
    Then it hits, or it doesn’t it. All it seems I am doing is speaking to air and looking like a fool.
    I don’t feel any of that sensation that God is shaking his head in agreement to what I’m saying or asking.
    I don’t feel as if He’s exciting about the things I say to Him, or that what I am currently being broken for is something even worth being broken for.

    This non-feeling movement lasted for way too long.
    It wasn’t until seven days ago at Dialogue while we were praying for the service and the people that were going to walk through the doors of the building that day, that that feeling went away.
    I started praying, and as usual in the past four months, my feelings were the same.
    However, this prayer was different, while I was praying for the people that were going to be attending that day, God spoke to me.
    It was so clear that literally I could hear His words that said,

    Kyle, something is going to happen here today. Someone’s life is going to be changed. Be ready.

    I kept praying, asking him, who, and what, and why.
    I received nothing back.
    However, in those next 10 minutes that I sat there, God broke my heart for whoever it was that was going to be change.
    I cried. (not saying that you don’t really feel God until you cry)
    I felt pain for that person.
    I was able to pray specifics without knowing what they were.
    Then something happened that scared me.
    It didn’t just scare me though.
    It changed me.
    I realized while I was praying that that person God was sending me into intercession for was myself.
    The person who was going to be changed that morning was me.
    My heart.
    My life.
    My desires.
    They were all changing, and God was changing them for me.
    He knows my heart and was filling it with passions that will make me fight for the injustice’s of the world.
    These passions, that will excite me in sadness that I cannot stop.
    That I cannot wait for these injustices to change from evil to good.
    The only way they will change, is if I change them.

    Thank you for changing me.
    Thank-you for making me seek you constantly and having the strength to do so.
    Thank-you for not allowing me to give up on that connection.
    Thank-you for placing the perfect people in my life to help deliver me from myself.
    For Your plan and will is perfect.
    I pray that you will continue to change my life.
    That I will allow you to form my heart into your passions and not my own.

    Don’t wait for something to change. Be the change.

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    August 31, 2008 at 8:39 pm

    Posted in authenticity, God, Humbled