Look at all the sheeple
They all fall in line
One at a time
It's all so concise
So very precise
As if they share one mind
One purpose that is none
One reason that is done
When the wolves run the herd
Only their voice is heard
And every thought is from their head
As we feed them their bread
Look at all the sheeple
Led no longer by the Shepherd
Instead they turn away
Instead they run away
Led by the lion
To the edge of a cliff
To an unseen abyss
As they all start lying
Not only to themselves
But also to each other
Follow me
Follow us
One, two, here we go
And off the edge they follow
The wolves and lion feast
Or then dine at the least
But the Shepherd has returned
He is calling to His sheep
"Come this way
Away from the wolves
Away from the lions
I call you, follow me"
Some sheeple listen
Most sheeple don't
He cries to them
"Why can't you see?
To conform is to die
To be the same is to die
This world want you to die
The wolves feast on you
The lions devour you
Come with me and live"
Some sheeple listen
Most sheeple don't
Now all the shepherds people
Turn and follow Him
They begin to cry out as well
"Come and follow Him!
He has opened our eyes
We are no longer the sheeple
That we once were
We have found a new way!"
Some sheeple listen
Most sheeple don't
And now the sheeple die
And the wolves and the lions
Enjoy their dinner
Those with the shepherd
His people
Enjoy a new life
A full life
Look at all the sheeple
Why can't they see?
"You laugh at me because I am different. I laugh at you because you're all the same."
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
My Kite
Verse 1:
The wind is blowing so hard.
Tonight I've come so far.
I don't know what else to say to you.
I know what you've told me.
But I know you're the only.
I don't know what else to say to you.
Bridge:
Just being with you gets me this way.
Chorus:
Tonight I want to touch the sky,
I know you can bring me that high.
Tonight I want to reach the stars,
I know you can take me that far.
Tonight I want to fly,
I know you can make me that high.
Tonight, you are, my kite.
Verse 2:
This crazy wind at my back.
My heart's under attack.
I'm being blown in her direction.
Like a raging hurricane,
I'm helpless to stop a thing.
I'm being blown in her direction.
Bridge:
Just talking to you gets me this way.
Chorus:
Tonight I want to touch the sky,
I know you can bring me that high.
Tonight I want to reach the stars,
I know you can take me that far.
Tonight I want to fly,
I know you can get me that high.
Tonight, you are, my kite.
Bridge:
I'm being blown in your direction...
Just being with you gets me this way...
Chorus:
Tonight I want to touch the sky,
I know you can bring me that high.
Tonight I want to reach the stars,
I know you can take me that far. Tonight I want to fly,
I know you can get me that high.
Tonight, you are, my kite.
Tonight, you are, my kite.
The wind is blowing so hard.
Tonight I've come so far.
I don't know what else to say to you.
I know what you've told me.
But I know you're the only.
I don't know what else to say to you.
Bridge:
Just being with you gets me this way.
Chorus:
Tonight I want to touch the sky,
I know you can bring me that high.
Tonight I want to reach the stars,
I know you can take me that far.
Tonight I want to fly,
I know you can make me that high.
Tonight, you are, my kite.
Verse 2:
This crazy wind at my back.
My heart's under attack.
I'm being blown in her direction.
Like a raging hurricane,
I'm helpless to stop a thing.
I'm being blown in her direction.
Bridge:
Just talking to you gets me this way.
Chorus:
Tonight I want to touch the sky,
I know you can bring me that high.
Tonight I want to reach the stars,
I know you can take me that far.
Tonight I want to fly,
I know you can get me that high.
Tonight, you are, my kite.
Bridge:
I'm being blown in your direction...
Just being with you gets me this way...
Chorus:
Tonight I want to touch the sky,
I know you can bring me that high.
Tonight I want to reach the stars,
I know you can take me that far. Tonight I want to fly,
I know you can get me that high.
Tonight, you are, my kite.
Tonight, you are, my kite.
The End
The End
Chorus:
This is the end
This is the end of everything I ever knew
This is the end
This is the end when everything is falling through
This is the end of me No more pain, no more lies; no more frustration; I’ma give my life a new dedication
This is the end
This is the end of life as I always knew it
This is the end
My second chance cuz the first time I blew it
This is the end Of me
Verse:
This is the end of everything that I ever ‘held dear’
This is the end of my pain, my lies, my hate, my fears
This is the end of life, and of blood, of breath
It’s time to reach out for the fallout and take the next step
Off the cliff into the abyss and blackness of my self
And as I fall into the darkness I escape my hell
Because the blackness all around me is not fear that surrounds me
But instead a blanket of grace that has found me
And I know that you know who I was long ago
But I know that side of me will no longer show
I am changed, rearranged, irrefutably saved
And I know that this life will never be the same
This is the end of the beginning, the beginning of the end
If you don’t understand go back to what we first said
Because
Chorus:
This is the end
This is the end of everything I ever knew
This is the end
This is the end when everything is falling through
This is the end of me
No more pain, no more lies; no more frustration; I’ma give my life a new dedication
This is the end
This is the end of life as I always knew it
This is the end
My second chance cuz the first time I blew it
This is the end of me
Verse:
This is the end
Of my old life; the beginning of my new one
This is the end
To erase my past and step into the person I’ve become
This is the end
Of what I’ve done and who I’m running away from
This is the end
I’m ending who I was; stopped marching to the drums
This is the end
I’m letting go; I’m breaking free; getting away from all of me
This is the end
I’m escaping all I’ve ever done, my new life has begun
This is the end
I’m running the race that I have already won
This is the end
Fall into me; my time is gone
Only in silence I belong
To be forgotten in this place
Recaptured only by the grace
I found forgiveness in its strength
It brings me back to finding faith
Pure light has given me these wings
And through it now I’ve been set free
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
I’ve been set free
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
I’ve been set free
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end of me
Chorus:
This is the end
This is the end of everything I ever knew
This is the end
This is the end when everything is falling through
This is the end of me No more pain, no more lies; no more frustration; I’ma give my life a new dedication
This is the end
This is the end of life as I always knew it
This is the end
My second chance cuz the first time I blew it
This is the end Of me
Verse:
This is the end of everything that I ever ‘held dear’
This is the end of my pain, my lies, my hate, my fears
This is the end of life, and of blood, of breath
It’s time to reach out for the fallout and take the next step
Off the cliff into the abyss and blackness of my self
And as I fall into the darkness I escape my hell
Because the blackness all around me is not fear that surrounds me
But instead a blanket of grace that has found me
And I know that you know who I was long ago
But I know that side of me will no longer show
I am changed, rearranged, irrefutably saved
And I know that this life will never be the same
This is the end of the beginning, the beginning of the end
If you don’t understand go back to what we first said
Because
Chorus:
This is the end
This is the end of everything I ever knew
This is the end
This is the end when everything is falling through
This is the end of me
No more pain, no more lies; no more frustration; I’ma give my life a new dedication
This is the end
This is the end of life as I always knew it
This is the end
My second chance cuz the first time I blew it
This is the end of me
Verse:
This is the end
Of my old life; the beginning of my new one
This is the end
To erase my past and step into the person I’ve become
This is the end
Of what I’ve done and who I’m running away from
This is the end
I’m ending who I was; stopped marching to the drums
This is the end
I’m letting go; I’m breaking free; getting away from all of me
This is the end
I’m escaping all I’ve ever done, my new life has begun
This is the end
I’m running the race that I have already won
This is the end
Fall into me; my time is gone
Only in silence I belong
To be forgotten in this place
Recaptured only by the grace
I found forgiveness in its strength
It brings me back to finding faith
Pure light has given me these wings
And through it now I’ve been set free
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
I’ve been set free
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
I’ve been set free
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end of me
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
My Soap Box
Here I am on my soap box again. I like to think that from way up here I can see the world in absolute clarity. See all the wrongs and the failures and all the things that need fixing. I like this box. To stand here and preach at the passerby. To tell others of their rights and wrongs.
But the truth is up here I can't see squat. I only blind myself in thinking I am better than others. So here I come, climbing down. Down to a world that is flawed and filled with wrongs. Down here, where I don't think I'm so much better, it is so easier to see. And much easier to get stuff done.
But here is one thing I see no matter where I stand.
"You have your problems and I have mine. You deal with your own shit and I'm gonna deal with mine." This is the way of the world. This is the way of our lives.
Why?
Since when did we, as americans, become this way?
Since when did we, as christians, become this way?
Since when did we, as friends and family, become this way?
Since when did we, you and I, become this way?
We seem to think that it is simply polite to keep our problems to ourselves. I mean they are own problems and we wouldn't want to burden others with them. But why? Since when is that ok? A Swedish proverb say this:
"Shared joy is double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow."
Why can't we learn that when we hurt there are those around us who want to help? What good is it to close yourself off from the world around you and suffer alone? It hurts worse than anything. Not only to have to suffer our pains alone but to have to keep them from people.
And even in the bible it says this:
But the truth is up here I can't see squat. I only blind myself in thinking I am better than others. So here I come, climbing down. Down to a world that is flawed and filled with wrongs. Down here, where I don't think I'm so much better, it is so easier to see. And much easier to get stuff done.
But here is one thing I see no matter where I stand.
"You have your problems and I have mine. You deal with your own shit and I'm gonna deal with mine." This is the way of the world. This is the way of our lives.
Why?
Since when did we, as americans, become this way?
Since when did we, as christians, become this way?
Since when did we, as friends and family, become this way?
Since when did we, you and I, become this way?
We seem to think that it is simply polite to keep our problems to ourselves. I mean they are own problems and we wouldn't want to burden others with them. But why? Since when is that ok? A Swedish proverb say this:
"Shared joy is double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow."
Why can't we learn that when we hurt there are those around us who want to help? What good is it to close yourself off from the world around you and suffer alone? It hurts worse than anything. Not only to have to suffer our pains alone but to have to keep them from people.
And even in the bible it says this:
"Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ." Galatians 6:2
So let's recap. Not only by letting other people help us in times of pain will we not have to suffer as much, we also fulfill the law of Christ. By helping others and letting others help us with obey our Saviour and our Creator! Sounds like a good motivation to me.
We have become a society where it is "cool" or "normal" to deal with our own problems. How often do you hear "this is my problem and I'm gonna take care of it!" in a movie or TV show? This is who we've become. And I wanna know why!
I ask for two reasons: One is because I am human. I have my ups and my downs. And during my downs I want to have someone there who can help me weather the storm and by doing so lead me to another up. But I am frightened that people will think I'm too much to handle. I'm afraid that if I open up and reveal my problems people will look down on me, because that is the nation we're in. We see movie stars and models and so many people who the media tells us are perfect. So anyone with problems in less than perfect and therefore not worthy. That is such bullshit. Everyone is flawed. Especially me. Which is why I need the support if others to help me get through hard times. But I'm afraid because of what we have become.
And the other reason is because I like to be there for people. There was a time not to long ago I had this friend who had some major problems. They continued to rely on me for support and it got to be so much I thought I couldn't handle it anymore. I was near the point of telling this friend to deal with their own pain and leave me out of it when I stopped and thought about why I would do that. Why would I stop helping them? Why? So I prayed and thought about and came to the realization that it wasn't because they were being too much but because I simply didn't want to deal with it. But the truth is there should never be a "too much" for those we care about. There should never be a marker that if this person is just too messed up I'm not gonna deal with it anymore. No! We should always be there for each other. To take each other's hand and help each other through the storms and the valleys. That way we can enjoy the sunshine and the mountain tops together! After this realization I have always tried to be there for people. And I enjoy being there for people. Even though I fail sometimes beacuse I am human, I always try.
Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That's why it's a comfort to go hand in hand. ~Emily Kimbrough
Saturday, October 24, 2009
My Destiny Is To Be Extraordinary
10:45pmShawn
yes! what are you doing!
10:45pmCory wishing i was in shape and cursing my misfortune :P
10:46pmShawn
that sounds lame!
10:47pmCory
in fact it is
10:47pmShawn
what are you going to do about it?
10:47pmCory
but i'm listening to "Life Is Beautiful" so it all balances out
what am i gonna do about it?
Well shoot son...
I'm gonna continue to try and reach the immposible
I'm gonna continue to break boundries
I'm gonna continue to break my own limitations
I'm gonna continue to everyday become more and more Christ-like
10:49pmShawn
swweet thats good
10:49pmCory
"It is not who we are on the insde, but what we do that defines us."
I could be the most godly man on the planet. And when I died I'll enter heaven. But what good was my life if I didn't effect others?
What good is my life is I simply sat around and did nothing?
My life would have been worthless, selfish even.
To have kept God all to myself.
See my freind I curse my misfortune and wish for things I don't have in order to drive me to become better.
What am I gonna do about it?
I'm going to be extraordinary.
Period.
. <-------- A PERIOD!
10:52pmShawn
sounds like a poem!
lol
10:52pmCory
maybe it should be :)
10:52pmShawn
maybe?!
Cory
lol
i don't suppose you've read any of my blogs?
10:53pmShawn
ive read a couple
10:53pmCory
oh nice
i think i'm gonna right a blog right now.
you've inspired me :)
10:54pmShawn
lol what exactly are you going to do though
10:54pmCory
What do you mean?
10:55pmShawn
define "extraordinary"
10:55pmCory
I can't define that. Becuase I don't know yet.
That is for God to define.
I'm His piece of clay. I will be molded to what He sees fit.
10:56pmShawn
oh
10:57pmCory
So "extraordinary" is simply following the will of my Creator.
10:58pmShawn
gotcha
10:58pmCory
but for now i'm not gonna give up.
10:59pmShawn
good
10:59pmCory
no matter how few friends i have or how many girls break my heart. i can't give up. becuase then I can't be what God wants me to be.
10:59pmShawn
thats good'
11:00pmCory
yup
Thursday, October 15, 2009
The Past, Present and Whatever's Left.
Ah, the good 'ole days... It ain't like mother use to make... I remember when I was your age... Hey do you remember that time... I would give anything to go back...
I find myself using (some of) these sayings quite often. Thinking back to good times and good memories. Wishing I could re-live an event or period in my life. So many happy moments that I wish I could do just one more time...
But why? Why would I want to go back? Why would I want to re-live a happy time? Is it because I am not satisfied? Is it because I think I was happier then? Is it because I'm not happy now?
Yes. To all.
I am not satisfied. I think I was happier then. I'm not happy now.
But why? Why I am not satisfied with my life? Why do I have this thought process that I have already lived the best years of my life? Why can't I be ok with what I have now? And was I really happier then? They say hindsight is 20/20. I say that's crap. When you look back at a good time in your life that is all you tend to see. That good time. You don't take into consideration the problems you had then. The bad times that go with the good times. Hindsight is not 20/20. Not even close.
And why am I not happy now? I have an amazing family. I have an amazing life. I got a few good friends. Why can't I just enjoy life? Is it because I don't have a job? Maybe. Is it because I don't have more friends? Maybe. Is it because I don't have a girlfriend? Honestly, probably.
I gonna go out on a limb and be honest here (don't think it matters much because I don't think any even reads this silly blog). Recently I have been living like I don't have much of a future. I have been living for the past and the present. And the future is just the thing that's left over. I hate that I live like this. And I'm trying to change it.
I mean I do have a future right? DUH! My future is in Christ. And even as I write these words I have a hard time believing them. I know I have a future in Christ, but I don't feel it.
I try and try and try and it is never good enough...
Never good enough for them... Never good enough for her... Never good enough period.
So I guess I'll just have to be good enough for God. Becuase He is the only one I can ever really please.
I guess that'll be good enough for now.
I am Cory Goyer. Living for MY future IN Christ.
I find myself using (some of) these sayings quite often. Thinking back to good times and good memories. Wishing I could re-live an event or period in my life. So many happy moments that I wish I could do just one more time...
But why? Why would I want to go back? Why would I want to re-live a happy time? Is it because I am not satisfied? Is it because I think I was happier then? Is it because I'm not happy now?
Yes. To all.
I am not satisfied. I think I was happier then. I'm not happy now.
But why? Why I am not satisfied with my life? Why do I have this thought process that I have already lived the best years of my life? Why can't I be ok with what I have now? And was I really happier then? They say hindsight is 20/20. I say that's crap. When you look back at a good time in your life that is all you tend to see. That good time. You don't take into consideration the problems you had then. The bad times that go with the good times. Hindsight is not 20/20. Not even close.
And why am I not happy now? I have an amazing family. I have an amazing life. I got a few good friends. Why can't I just enjoy life? Is it because I don't have a job? Maybe. Is it because I don't have more friends? Maybe. Is it because I don't have a girlfriend? Honestly, probably.
I gonna go out on a limb and be honest here (don't think it matters much because I don't think any even reads this silly blog). Recently I have been living like I don't have much of a future. I have been living for the past and the present. And the future is just the thing that's left over. I hate that I live like this. And I'm trying to change it.
I mean I do have a future right? DUH! My future is in Christ. And even as I write these words I have a hard time believing them. I know I have a future in Christ, but I don't feel it.
I try and try and try and it is never good enough...
Never good enough for them... Never good enough for her... Never good enough period.
So I guess I'll just have to be good enough for God. Becuase He is the only one I can ever really please.
I guess that'll be good enough for now.
I am Cory Goyer. Living for MY future IN Christ.
Monday, October 12, 2009
I Am Phoenix
The phoenix. The legendary fire-bird. Blessed with unnatural long life and a unique ability. The ability to rise from the ashes of it's former self to be reborn into an entirely new being. The phoenix.
Even putting aside my incredible fascination with fire, there are so many things about this mythical wonder that intrigues me. The fact that so many different civilizations and cultures had myths and legends about this bird. And how it is a symbol of life and re-birth. But the ability to rise again, new and whole, it is just amazing.
I have been burned, so many times. By people, events, even my own wrong doings. I have been severely burned.
But just look at the phoenix. Amazing bird. It has been burned again and again and again. But it always rises from the ashes. New. Revived. Refreshed. Ready to live again.
Truth is I am not like this bird. Not on my own at least. I cannot rise from my ashes. I can't survive being burned so many times. Eventually I just won't be able to take it. And I will just fade away.......
At least that is what I use to think.
Now there is something different, something new. I have a secret that makes me just like the phoenix.
My secret is God.
I have been burned. I have turned to ashes. But through God and through Christ I have risen anew. "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!"2 Corinthians 5:16-18
So the truth is you can burn me, over and over again. And it will hurt for a while. But no matter how many times you burn me. I'm gonna rise again. New and whole in Christ my God.
I am Cory Goyer. I am Phoenix.
Even putting aside my incredible fascination with fire, there are so many things about this mythical wonder that intrigues me. The fact that so many different civilizations and cultures had myths and legends about this bird. And how it is a symbol of life and re-birth. But the ability to rise again, new and whole, it is just amazing.
I have been burned, so many times. By people, events, even my own wrong doings. I have been severely burned.
But just look at the phoenix. Amazing bird. It has been burned again and again and again. But it always rises from the ashes. New. Revived. Refreshed. Ready to live again.
Truth is I am not like this bird. Not on my own at least. I cannot rise from my ashes. I can't survive being burned so many times. Eventually I just won't be able to take it. And I will just fade away.......
At least that is what I use to think.
Now there is something different, something new. I have a secret that makes me just like the phoenix.
My secret is God.
I have been burned. I have turned to ashes. But through God and through Christ I have risen anew. "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!"2 Corinthians 5:16-18
So the truth is you can burn me, over and over again. And it will hurt for a while. But no matter how many times you burn me. I'm gonna rise again. New and whole in Christ my God.
I am Cory Goyer. I am Phoenix.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Let Them Sleep
Words. I love words. To manipulate words in order to portray a thought or message. Simply amazing. I love words so so much.
But why do I let words get in the way? Or why do I let the escape me?
Words can be so powerful. So beautiful. So amazing. Yet at the same time so destructible and violent.
Why can't I ever say what I want? Is it manners? Is it the fear of hurting others? Or the fear of being rejected? Why can't I tell you what I really want to tell you?
Like you. I want to tell you so many things. Starting with I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I'm sorry for what I did. I put so much focus on all the wrongs things. I told you things you didn't need to know. I did things that didn't need to be done. We have both suffered because I messed up. And I'm sorry.
And you. I don't like you. I think you are cocky and immature. I think the way you handled things with her was wrong. you treated her poorly and made her feel like crap. So I really don't like you.
And you. How could you do what you did to me? Honestly? To make me think one way for so long then to drop it like a hot rock? I don't know about you but that hurt me. A lot. And then what you did after. To add insult to injury. I don't know when I'll recover from that. How could you?
And you. Gosh I care about you so much. So, so much. I just wish you could see that. All I want is for you to live the best life you can. And I'm so worried that the people you place yourself around won't give you that life. I'm so afraid that those you chase after will only hurt you again and again. I just want the best for you. But you don't seem to want the best for yourself.
And you. I'm sorry. You didn't deserve what I did to you. you are a good person. And I know I cut you deep. I wish I could take it back.
So many things I want to say. I wish I could add names to these statements. But I can't. For some reason or another I'm afraid of these words. I want to say what i want to say but I know I can't. It is sometimes better to let sleeping dogs lie.
I love words, but I also hate them. I hate their ability to destroy. I wish I didn't even want to say these things. But I do. But I don't.
Just another confusing pointless blog by me. I am Cory Goyer. And don't you forget it!
But why do I let words get in the way? Or why do I let the escape me?
Words can be so powerful. So beautiful. So amazing. Yet at the same time so destructible and violent.
Why can't I ever say what I want? Is it manners? Is it the fear of hurting others? Or the fear of being rejected? Why can't I tell you what I really want to tell you?
Like you. I want to tell you so many things. Starting with I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I'm sorry for what I did. I put so much focus on all the wrongs things. I told you things you didn't need to know. I did things that didn't need to be done. We have both suffered because I messed up. And I'm sorry.
And you. I don't like you. I think you are cocky and immature. I think the way you handled things with her was wrong. you treated her poorly and made her feel like crap. So I really don't like you.
And you. How could you do what you did to me? Honestly? To make me think one way for so long then to drop it like a hot rock? I don't know about you but that hurt me. A lot. And then what you did after. To add insult to injury. I don't know when I'll recover from that. How could you?
And you. Gosh I care about you so much. So, so much. I just wish you could see that. All I want is for you to live the best life you can. And I'm so worried that the people you place yourself around won't give you that life. I'm so afraid that those you chase after will only hurt you again and again. I just want the best for you. But you don't seem to want the best for yourself.
And you. I'm sorry. You didn't deserve what I did to you. you are a good person. And I know I cut you deep. I wish I could take it back.
So many things I want to say. I wish I could add names to these statements. But I can't. For some reason or another I'm afraid of these words. I want to say what i want to say but I know I can't. It is sometimes better to let sleeping dogs lie.
I love words, but I also hate them. I hate their ability to destroy. I wish I didn't even want to say these things. But I do. But I don't.
Just another confusing pointless blog by me. I am Cory Goyer. And don't you forget it!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
A River of Blood
I am Cory Goyer. I am not normal. Heck I'm probably as far from normal as one can get. I guess it really depends on your viewpoint of normal. But the fact of the matter is I am Cory Goyer.
I am a protector. I am a fixer. I am finder. I am a helper. These are my natures, these are my instincts.
I am a protector. I want to help those who cannot help themselves. I want to protect those I love. Even at the cost of my own life, or my own happiness. I want to see those I care about happy and healthy and would do anything possible to make sure that happens. I would rather bleed a river of blood than see you spill one drop. I have been blessed with strength and courage. So I must protect those I love. It is my nature, my instinct.
I am a fixer. I try to fix those who are broken or bent. People break. People break people. I try to fix the broken. If they have a broken heart or a broken mind. If they just cannot continue the way they are... I try to fix them. I have been broken many times, and I have been fixed many times. So I try to fix people like a have been fixed. I am a fixer. It is my nature, my instinct.
I am a finder. I try to seek out those who are lost. I try to find those who cannot find their own way. Lost in emotions, pain, hate, anger, sadness. I try to find them and bring them back. Those who are lost must be found, found and brought back to the light. I have been lost so many times. Brought back to the light by the love of my God. So it makes me want to help find those who are lost, and bring them to His great love. It is my nature, my instinct.
I am a helper. When I see someone attempting to do something, and fail, I instantly try to help them. Try to help them complete what they set out to do. Help them finish what they started. I have failed so many times. I have received so much help. From those who love me. So naturally I try to help those I love. It is my nature, my instinct.
These are my natures and instincts, amplified by God's movement in my life. He has taken that which is natural for me to do and made them an even stronger desire. I want to protect, fix, find and help for God and for His purposes. This is why I want to go to the Cezech Republic is to help those there who do not know the love of Christ. I want to ge find them and fix them and protect them and help them.
But my greatest strength is also my strongest weakness.
These are my instincts, which means I do them naturally without hesitaion or question. Which gets me in a lot of trouble. There are people out there who do not want to be proctected. They believe they can do everything on their own. By themselves. With no help from anyone else. The believe that by needing protection it means they, themselves, are weak. But that is far from the truth. Many times those I protect also protect me. By protecting each other we can watch each other's backs and keep each other safe. But by my nature I try to protect these people, and problems arise because of it. There are people who do not want to be fixed. They are bent and broken but the thought of being healed seems unreachable or unwanted. The somehow find peace in their misery and joy in the sorrow. They would rather stay broken than get fixed. I try to help them, fix them, but they don't want it. There are those who don't want to be found. They hide in the darkness. They would rather stay lost than be found. I try to find them, and they don't like that. There are those who don't want help. No matter how difficult their task is or how many times they fail they don't want the help of others. I try to hel[ them, they hate me for it.
I know I'm not perfect. I know I'm probably as far from perfect as you can get. In many ways I fail. In many ways I'm immature. But these are my instincts. My natures. I do these automatically. I want to help people. That is proabably why the two things I want to do with my life is become a physical therapist and become a missionary. To help people. But I know I'm flawed and even my best intentions don't always have the best results. Sometimes I try to protect those who don't need it. Fix those who aren't broken. Find those who aren't lost. Help those who don't need it. That is one of my flaws.
So the truth is I will probably try to protect you. Probably try to fix you. Probably try to find you. Probably try to help you. Just a warning.
I am Cory Goyer. Child of God and disciple of Christ. And I pray He uses me as He sees fit and not how I see fit. I am Cory Goyer.
I am a protector. I am a fixer. I am finder. I am a helper. These are my natures, these are my instincts.
I am a protector. I want to help those who cannot help themselves. I want to protect those I love. Even at the cost of my own life, or my own happiness. I want to see those I care about happy and healthy and would do anything possible to make sure that happens. I would rather bleed a river of blood than see you spill one drop. I have been blessed with strength and courage. So I must protect those I love. It is my nature, my instinct.
I am a fixer. I try to fix those who are broken or bent. People break. People break people. I try to fix the broken. If they have a broken heart or a broken mind. If they just cannot continue the way they are... I try to fix them. I have been broken many times, and I have been fixed many times. So I try to fix people like a have been fixed. I am a fixer. It is my nature, my instinct.
I am a finder. I try to seek out those who are lost. I try to find those who cannot find their own way. Lost in emotions, pain, hate, anger, sadness. I try to find them and bring them back. Those who are lost must be found, found and brought back to the light. I have been lost so many times. Brought back to the light by the love of my God. So it makes me want to help find those who are lost, and bring them to His great love. It is my nature, my instinct.
I am a helper. When I see someone attempting to do something, and fail, I instantly try to help them. Try to help them complete what they set out to do. Help them finish what they started. I have failed so many times. I have received so much help. From those who love me. So naturally I try to help those I love. It is my nature, my instinct.
These are my natures and instincts, amplified by God's movement in my life. He has taken that which is natural for me to do and made them an even stronger desire. I want to protect, fix, find and help for God and for His purposes. This is why I want to go to the Cezech Republic is to help those there who do not know the love of Christ. I want to ge find them and fix them and protect them and help them.
But my greatest strength is also my strongest weakness.
These are my instincts, which means I do them naturally without hesitaion or question. Which gets me in a lot of trouble. There are people out there who do not want to be proctected. They believe they can do everything on their own. By themselves. With no help from anyone else. The believe that by needing protection it means they, themselves, are weak. But that is far from the truth. Many times those I protect also protect me. By protecting each other we can watch each other's backs and keep each other safe. But by my nature I try to protect these people, and problems arise because of it. There are people who do not want to be fixed. They are bent and broken but the thought of being healed seems unreachable or unwanted. The somehow find peace in their misery and joy in the sorrow. They would rather stay broken than get fixed. I try to help them, fix them, but they don't want it. There are those who don't want to be found. They hide in the darkness. They would rather stay lost than be found. I try to find them, and they don't like that. There are those who don't want help. No matter how difficult their task is or how many times they fail they don't want the help of others. I try to hel[ them, they hate me for it.
I know I'm not perfect. I know I'm probably as far from perfect as you can get. In many ways I fail. In many ways I'm immature. But these are my instincts. My natures. I do these automatically. I want to help people. That is proabably why the two things I want to do with my life is become a physical therapist and become a missionary. To help people. But I know I'm flawed and even my best intentions don't always have the best results. Sometimes I try to protect those who don't need it. Fix those who aren't broken. Find those who aren't lost. Help those who don't need it. That is one of my flaws.
So the truth is I will probably try to protect you. Probably try to fix you. Probably try to find you. Probably try to help you. Just a warning.
I am Cory Goyer. Child of God and disciple of Christ. And I pray He uses me as He sees fit and not how I see fit. I am Cory Goyer.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Rabies Happens.
I, Cory James Goyer, leader of the Warthog Rebellion and Champion of the Lost Waters, have come up with arguably the greatest idea of this century: Rabies Happens.
Ok, ok, ok. So you start with a t-shirt. YUP! A t-shirt. And on the front of the t-shirt you write: Rabies Happens
Then you have some options. You can either leave it just like that or you can put up a picture of like a rabid crzy squirrel or a sea monkey foaming at the mouth or something. You know something awesome!!!
So what you do then is you wear the shirt!!! YUP! You wear it!!! And while you wear it you wait. Patiently wait. Like a waiting tiger or frog or something. Waiting for the time... TO STRIKE!!!!
See you wait for someone to ask "Hey! Hey you! You with the face! What is that shirt about?"
AND THAT I WHEN YOU ATTACK!!!
See at the point in time you bite them and run!
See then they have no idea wether or not you actually have rabies! They will be all confused and stuff. Thinking to themselves: should I go get checked out to see if I have rabies? What the heck was that guy's problem? What would rabies feel like? Am I really a cat?
So that is my wonderful idea. Once you confuse everyone in the world the whole earth will be in chaos! Then you can rise as a protector of the innocent!!!
HUZZAH!
Ok, ok, ok. So you start with a t-shirt. YUP! A t-shirt. And on the front of the t-shirt you write: Rabies Happens
Then you have some options. You can either leave it just like that or you can put up a picture of like a rabid crzy squirrel or a sea monkey foaming at the mouth or something. You know something awesome!!!
So what you do then is you wear the shirt!!! YUP! You wear it!!! And while you wear it you wait. Patiently wait. Like a waiting tiger or frog or something. Waiting for the time... TO STRIKE!!!!
See you wait for someone to ask "Hey! Hey you! You with the face! What is that shirt about?"
AND THAT I WHEN YOU ATTACK!!!
See at the point in time you bite them and run!
See then they have no idea wether or not you actually have rabies! They will be all confused and stuff. Thinking to themselves: should I go get checked out to see if I have rabies? What the heck was that guy's problem? What would rabies feel like? Am I really a cat?
So that is my wonderful idea. Once you confuse everyone in the world the whole earth will be in chaos! Then you can rise as a protector of the innocent!!!
HUZZAH!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Angels and Demons
Angels and demons. I have often wondered what they look like. What they act like. What would it be like to actually meet an angel? Do the have long flowing white gowns? Do they really have beautiful white wings? Are they beautiful? Or are the God's warriors? And then what about demons? Do they have horns? Fangs? Twisted, messed up beings from hell? Or are they simply fallen angels whose alligence is with the dark one instead of our Saviour? I often wonder...
But then I realize I have seen both angels and demons. Good and evil. Black and white.
I have seen angels in my family, freinds and loved ones. I have seen angels in the hearts of those I care about and those who care about me. I have seen angels in good deeds gone unoticed. In the actions of those who thought they were not being watched. I have seen angels in the words of a kind mentor or a dear friend. I have seen angels in God's creation, as a sunrise peeks over the Rocky Mountians and mist lightly kisses your skin with a touch of autumn's chill. Ladies and gentlemen I have seen angels.
But I have also seen demons.
Demons. I have seen demons in my pride. I have seen demons in my anger. In my unwillingness to follow my Lord and Savioour. I have seen demons in the harmful things I say, even to those I care about the most. I have seen demons in wrongful actions towards those whom I claim to love... I have seen demons, in almost everything I do.
Within me are two forces: what I want, and what God wants. I fight Him at every turn, push Him at every pull, run from Him with every step. Do I enjoy this? No. Certainly not. But I do it nevertheless. Even though I try to submit, try to give up my will for the will of God... It is hard. So damn hard. It is like cutting off a maimed hand knowing that once you do it would be healed and better than ever. Even though you know that by obeying your hand would be stronger than it has ever been, you can't seem to cut it off... You may ask why I use an example such as that. "But Cory, that is just disgusting and wrong! Who in their right mind would cut off their own hand? It would be painful! That has nothing to do with giving your will to God!" Wrong. To give up one's will is painful. It is not an easy task. The world asks the question you just asked: "Who in their right mind would give up what they want for what God wants?" In order to follow God you must cut out your own desires, for God's desires are pure and holy. To rip them from your very heart is painful and crazy. But in the end your hand is healed.
Now of course I am not perfect. In fact I am probably as far from perfect as a man can get. I have not succesfully given every part of my life to God. But I am trying. I am learing. And every little piece I give to Him has been renewed and made stronger than ever.
I would like to end my first blog, ladies and gentlemen, with a request for your prayers. Prayers that I can give everything to my God and hold nothing back.
This is my life and my time to become Cory Goyer: Disciple of Christ.
But then I realize I have seen both angels and demons. Good and evil. Black and white.
I have seen angels in my family, freinds and loved ones. I have seen angels in the hearts of those I care about and those who care about me. I have seen angels in good deeds gone unoticed. In the actions of those who thought they were not being watched. I have seen angels in the words of a kind mentor or a dear friend. I have seen angels in God's creation, as a sunrise peeks over the Rocky Mountians and mist lightly kisses your skin with a touch of autumn's chill. Ladies and gentlemen I have seen angels.
But I have also seen demons.
Demons. I have seen demons in my pride. I have seen demons in my anger. In my unwillingness to follow my Lord and Savioour. I have seen demons in the harmful things I say, even to those I care about the most. I have seen demons in wrongful actions towards those whom I claim to love... I have seen demons, in almost everything I do.
Within me are two forces: what I want, and what God wants. I fight Him at every turn, push Him at every pull, run from Him with every step. Do I enjoy this? No. Certainly not. But I do it nevertheless. Even though I try to submit, try to give up my will for the will of God... It is hard. So damn hard. It is like cutting off a maimed hand knowing that once you do it would be healed and better than ever. Even though you know that by obeying your hand would be stronger than it has ever been, you can't seem to cut it off... You may ask why I use an example such as that. "But Cory, that is just disgusting and wrong! Who in their right mind would cut off their own hand? It would be painful! That has nothing to do with giving your will to God!" Wrong. To give up one's will is painful. It is not an easy task. The world asks the question you just asked: "Who in their right mind would give up what they want for what God wants?" In order to follow God you must cut out your own desires, for God's desires are pure and holy. To rip them from your very heart is painful and crazy. But in the end your hand is healed.
Now of course I am not perfect. In fact I am probably as far from perfect as a man can get. I have not succesfully given every part of my life to God. But I am trying. I am learing. And every little piece I give to Him has been renewed and made stronger than ever.
I would like to end my first blog, ladies and gentlemen, with a request for your prayers. Prayers that I can give everything to my God and hold nothing back.
This is my life and my time to become Cory Goyer: Disciple of Christ.
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