Get Rocked.

Sometimes, the world rocks you in good and bad ways. You are slapped across the face by life when you least expect it. Maybe it's the fact that you got an amazing new job. Maybe you aced a test that you were freaking out about. Maybe it's not a good kind of rock. Maybe it's a death of a friend, family member, or your child. 


I found something recently that rocked my world. Cancer. What an ugly word. This ugly word has and is currently rocking my father in the form of a tumor. I have seen him cry twice in my lifetime. Once, when he married my mother as I stood on stage with the two of them in a white flower-girl dress alongside my mother wearing a white bridal dress, and the second time was last evening. 


He sat in his room. Alone. His door, cracked, didn't mute the soft falling tears. My daddy didn't want me to hear his tears to King Jesus. See, he gets it. My worldly father understands the healing hands of our Heavenly Father. The same hands that were pierced on the cross are the hands of comfort that my father's body and soul as he sleeps in peace tonight. Jesus never ceases to baffle me with His amazing, glorifying, goodness. This is when I'm reminded...


You know who doesn't get rocked? Jesus Christ. He is the first and final "rocker". He holds all of the possibilities in His court. Things don't catch Him off guard. Jesus says in Psalms 139:13-14 "For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well." He rocks me when I get rocked myself. I can rely on the fact that He already knows what is planned for my life, and for my family's life as well. Get Rocked. Let Him rock your world. 


Keep Ripping,
Blythe Anderson

Damn Legalism

If I want to buy booze, that's my prerogative. It is not a sin to drink, although it is a sin to get drunk. What happens if I choose to date someone that is 4 years older than me and has a tattoo? Is that illegal? NO. Do I have to attend church every time the doors are open to get the "okay" from the congregation to sleep in on a Saturday and not volunteer my life away? Hell to the NO. Oh shit, she just said hell... and shit. There she goes again. She must be an illegal substance abuser because she wears a shirt that says the word "party" on it.

All of these people need to play on a major highway. I don't have anything to prove to anyone. Why do people care so much what others do? And CHRISTIANS... newsflash, YOU ARE NOT SOMEONE ELSES HOLY SPIRIT. If it doesn't say that it is a sin in the Bible, then it's not a sin. Leave your nose in your own business. Don't try to tell me what to do... especially if you don't know what you're talking about. Just keep your mouth shut. You're much more appealing that way. You will not win people for the Lord by being a judgmental ASSHOLE. You will drive them away from a personal relationship with Christ. I had a girl ask me today if she would go to hell for being a lesbian. The short answer? NO. In the Bible, it says it is a sin, not a deal breaker. Guess what else is a sin... lying. I have lied before, but that doesn't mean I'm doomed to hell for an eternity. Do you know why? Because I have admitted that I am a filthy sinner, believed that He (Jesus Christ) died on a cross and rose three days later to then roam the earth proclaiming truth for forty days then ascending to heaven, and confessed Him as Lord of my life. That is the ONLY way to get to heaven. This isn't works-based salvation. This is abundant love. This love breaks all social barriers. He loves the sinner, but hates the sin. He loves you enough to meet you wherever you are in life, but He also loves you too much to leave you where He found you. He didn't get up on the cross for perfect people. He died for the dirtiest of sinners. That's my King. 

Keep Ripping,

Blythe Anderson