Author Archives: theflufffreejournal

2 of Diamonds

“One and some possibles” is how you bid on a hand in a game of Spades…don’t ever let anyone play your life that way.

Question: My Friend Hates “Religion” And I Can’t Take It

J.S. Park: Hospital Chaplain, Skeptical Christian

Anonymous asked:

I have a friend who strongly hates religion. While he doesn’t try to force Atheism down my throat, he does often go on a lengthy rant about all the evils religion (especially Christianity) has brought on to the world and holds Secular Humanism and Scientism on the pedestal. I am trying very hard to be kind to him and listen to him but sometimes I can’t help but personally get offended by some of his statements. I am not sure what to do because some of the stuff he says is personally affecting me.


Please, dear friend: whatever your friend says, do NOT take it personally.

I understand it feels like he’s talking smack about your mama, but any sort of pushback from you will only prove his point. 

I’ve said this story many times, but in my old housing complex there was an awesome black gentlemen…

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Loud Applause

“This is what we applaud…it is the notion of choosing the clarity and power of one’s own voice over the voice of doubt and hesitation, despite the fact that that [latter] voice is louder, and more people are saying it…” 

Kivi Bernhard – Leopardology

Momma Dee and Clock Radio Speakers

She is absolutely off her rocker, but in this she was absolutely right…”change IS a’comin”!

The face of the church is changing.

The face of worship is changing.

The face of the Kingdom conversation is changing.

And to quote a magnificent friend: “Get right or get left”…..(thanks Chi)

Ohhh…you want proof.  Aight, just click the link and listen with your heart open.  Cause I think I just fell in love with this life all over again.

Clock Radio Speakers Episode 97: Lavoisier

Armond & Doc talk with Lavoisier about Kidd Jopp’s “Letter to Lecrae”, if there’s such a true thing as a ‘true Christian’, and a whole lot more.  Then Armond & Doc finish up with some NBA talk and the role of Twitter in the Boston Marathon coverage.   Plus some CRS randomry.

How to Get Grace

“A man inquired of a preacher, ‘How do you receive the grace of God?’

Since it was pouring down rain outside the building where the two were talking, the preacher replied, “Like this.”

Whereupon he stepped out into the pouring rain and began to be soaked.”

– p 6, Never a Day Too Much, Daniel Black


Baby Prophets

Real conversation between 4 adults and a truly wise 4 year old…we love the Gabster.

Baby Gab: “Where is Jesus??? Why can’t He be right here beside me [in person]?”

Adult 1: “He said He had to go away for right now…but He’ll be back.”

Baby Gab: “When??”

Adult 2: “Remember, He said we won’t know when…we won’t know the day or the hour.”

Baby Gab: “BUT I KNOW WHEN!! I know…….but it’s a secret and I can’t tell…shhh.”

Adult 3: “You know….you might just be on to something there!”

Probably my favorite reblog ever….

J.S. Park: Hospital Chaplain, Skeptical Christian


If you ever met me, you would think I was an extrovert — I preach, I lead praise, I talk to everyone, I talk too much, and you can hear me laughing from across the street — but I am a full-blooded introvert.

If it were up to me, I’d rather be in my boxers all day eating Godiva while browsing food photo blogs and bothering my dog and cracking up at YouTube videos of Whose Line Is ItAnyway and leaving dry ironic comments all over Facebook while reading the latest theory on how Sherlock survived the second season finale. 

I intensely guard my personal space and my private life.  It takes a herculean effort to step outside my comfort zone and interact with messy, fleshy, real live human beings.

Here’s how you handle us.

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Pants on Fire

Holidays bring out lies and liars. Family members gather to laugh about and over grandiose figments of the imagination. One uncle tells about the 90 lb barracuda trout he caught while on vacation in Aruba last year. One aunt tells about just how much she’s NOT going to eat this year.  There’s always one with the best story.  One that you can always bank on showing up is LONELINESS. Sometimes he arrives with the rest of the guests and stays all day but the majority of the time, he shows up right when the last guest is leaving, sits in your recliner and starts chatting.

Understand that loneliness is a pathological liar.  He will never tell you the whole truth. He will tell you that in a room full of people, you are all alone. And you deserve it cause it’s your own fault.  Loneliness will tell you that you are all alone in this room because you’re simply inferior to everybody else and there’s nothing you can do about it.  Loneliness will tell you that you’re here by yourself because you here by yourself is not enough, that anything you have is not enough, and anything you do is not enough because if it were, you would not be here by yourself.

But remember, loneliness doesn’t know how to tell the truth. Go find Hebrews 13:5. Stop and read Deuteronomy 31:6. Heck, just pick up any bible, drop it on the floor and read any passage it opens on.  You’ll see you’re not alone. You’ll never be alone. You weren’t created to be alone. And you alone is more than enough for the Lord Jesus Christ who died for you. Regardless of how you feel, that’s the truth of the matter.

So have a hearty laugh at his stories. Take them for what they are…grandiose figments of the imagination.

Revvie Writings

So my pastor writes up little nuggets of wisdom for Sunday service that we discuss and chew over. The following was a recent one and I had to *ahem* borrow it. So, I’ve changed some of the details and adapted it for myself.

The Me

But it’s not about that.

It’s about me recalling you for what you were – and not who I imagined you to be.

Not for who I idealized you as…but it’s about me remembering the truth of you with unfiltered honesty and accuracy.

Seeing the real you. The you you became. The you who got comfortable being that you. The you who lied, stole, disrespected, raped and pillaged. That you.

The you who liked it…at least you must have because you wouldn’t stop. Or even the you who liked being that you more than you loved me.

The you who absolutely did not deserve the me of even then. The you who absolutely does NOT deserve the me of now. The you who still don’t get it.  The you who ain’t got a clue.

But this me finally accepts that the real you was always right in front of me. Never left. Never moved. The whole time.

So this me gotta move on.  This me is leaving that you behind. Finally.

This me likes sanity.

This me likes clarity.

This me deserves better FROM me.

This me has reached the limit of that you. This me has had enough of that you. This me has outgrown that you.

And I hope that one day you will outgrow that you too.