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Name: Ryan
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Texarkana
Gender: Male
Interests: My name is Ryan Rainer. I enjoy long, moonlit walks on the beach, candle-lit dinners and getting cozy by the fireplace...
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I am on college. I'm a Christian. I like guitars. I love writing songs and peoms. I like film. I like cars. I like Nascar (go 24, 48, 88, and 5!!!). I like music. I like tennis.
Anything else? Oh Ya: I LOVE JESUS!!!
Expertise: Guitar, Music, Writing, ect.
Occupation: Sales Associate at Old Navy
Industry: Arts
Message: message meEmail: email me
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AIM:  GuitarJC13
MSN: GuitarJC13@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  apparitionsofmelody13
Member Since:
4/19/2004
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| They tell me there’s songs reserved for angels
Would You sing me one, a stranger
Just to prove Your love?
They tell me You’ve given poor men kingdoms
And handed guilty freedom
And taken on their stains
Your love will never change
They tell me that You dwell with good and evil
In alleys and cathedrals
Shadows and the light
They tell me that You hold the world together
Not from guilt, but pleasure
And You somehow know my name
And Your love will never change
So tell me there’s nothing that You can’t do
And You’ll love me though I’ve hurt You
And that You’ll take my blame
And Your love will never change
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| I’ve been thinking a lot this morning about Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. When the king of Babylon threw them into the furnace for not worshiping his statue, the 3 of them said “Our God will deliver us, but even if He doesn’t, we will never worship you.” How much faith does it take to trust God even when things get that bad? Would I be able to say that? Working at I Love Evelyn has been the best and worst 4 months of my life so far. I’ve seen love. I’ve seen need. I’ve joined a new band. I’ve seen people sleep outside on sidewalks. I’ve seen an 18 year old homeless kid get a job and turn his life around. I’ve seen homeless shelters put people on the street. I’ve moved into a house with my best friends. I’ve seen people kicked out of their homes. A woman just came in our building and showed us the obituary of a man who died in the local homeless shelter 3 days ago. His name was David Hooper and he was 49 years old. A man named Scott just came in saying that he got mugged 2 days ago down the street. He now has nothing but the clothes on his back. Another man named Brandon who has spent the last 3 nights sleeping outside in the rain told me today that “If Jesus came back right now, He’d be here.” I learned all of this in the last 10 minutes, from the first 3 people who walked in our doors this morning. That phrase from Daniel, “even if He doesn’t,” is so profound. It’s the kind of faith I want. That’s the kind of faith I need considering that I quit my nice, cozy job to become an advocate for the homeless. Somehow God has sustained me, and has kept watched over my finances. With no savings and no income, money has been plenty. So faith isn’t trusting that God will pull you through. Faith is trusting God even when He doesn’t pull you through.
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| This is a blog that my friend, Sam posted at 3:30 am this morning:
"OH MY GOD! you used me! you used me tonight!
Sitting in the apartment feeling tired yet restless, I had the sudden urge for coffee. I couldn't settle for instant coffee i wanted it from EZ mart.. and I wanted it now! After we got the guys off of the couch we headed down the stairs for the car. Chad was leading our caffeine yearning parade. He open up the door to the outside, held it open for us all, and i look at Chad just in time for the most horrified look i have ever read on his face. We rushed out of the building to see what was the matter. A lifeless looking body laying outside of our door. Crouched down low, we call our familiar friends name out, and try to shake him to life. "wingnut! wingnut are you ok?!" he looks up confused at us. Joy came straight to my heart like a rushing wind on the beach. Thank you Jesus, is all that i could think of.
As he started explaining to us why he was lying there, drunkenness reeked off his breath. He said he had been trying to ring our doorbell, but we were making too much noise to hear his cries for help. He could see us walking back and forth between the windows of our apartment, praying God, please let my brother find me before i die on this sidewalk. He told us stories of things in his life that had been taken away, his wife, kids, car, bike, job, and anything else you need to survive this harsh world with. He sleeps in an abandoned building that has halfway been burnt to pieces, no water, no electricity... only parts of a roof that cover his head on a rainy day, a feeding ground for blood thirsty insects. He told us his church wont let him back in, I mean.. this man KNOWS the word of God back and forth, but to him.. the only way that he knows to cope with his fear, hate, and loss is alcohol and lies.
We took wingnut to get something to eat and drink, even gave him a place to stay. God used me.. he used me tonight. If it wasn't for us leave to get some coffee, we would have never seen wingnut, never could have helped sober up this broken sole.. He loves us and we love him. God is so good... my friends, he will use you when you last expect it.. are you ready??
-samantha noelle"
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| Te Amo Evelyn, vivo en la Ciudad de México
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