YUM!

Nostalgia doesn't cross my mind when I eat PB&J's. But it sure does taste good.

Nowadays, you might come back to peanut butter and jelly sandwiches because it was stapled into your memory's menu as a kid.

I always come back for good tasting food. Don't you?

There is a diminishing marginal utility when I savor more than three scoops of ice cream at one setting.

Tummy aches occur to teach us to put away our spoons until tomorrow.

Let's say grace and start eating.
There are plenty of blessings to be passed around the table.
In fact, there are always leftovers that we cannot consume.
We should invite others to dine with us.
God cooks, not you.

Jesus ate PB&J's with those who never tasted the goodness before.
Jesus loves sinners, not the sin.

S.P(read) the Gospel, and then SPREAD it.
I'm not only talking about myself.
But, boy it feels good that I am doing so.

This boy knows that the truth tastes good, and he actively makes sandwiches for others.
Consider the world as the bread.
The peanut butter is the God's Word.
The jelly is Love.
The knife is the Spirit to help you spread.

Has the Gospel spread to you?
If it hasn't, I have a sandwich ready for you.

No matter how much I tell you that it tastes great,
you have to experience it for yourselves.

Psalm 34:8 says, "Taste that the Lord is good; blessed is he who takes refuge in Him".

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One of the biggest fallacies known to mankind: that life is a journey of trial and error and that we become stronger people by learning from our mistakes.

In actuality:

You only have 1 life to live.


When you write your own life, you only get to write the first draft.


If you're the author of your own life then there shouldn't be so many cross outs and inserts of new discoveries of who you really are.

White out stains are permanent. Erasers leave a smudge.

Sure, make these changes now, but they can't be reapplied to life. Relive? Your memories may show you replays, but the call on the field will stand.

Can editing X amount of years that you've been living give you the awareness to script a better story?
Sometimes, God doesn't produce Hollywood-esque happy endings.
You reap what you sow.

A second time offender for the same mistake seems foolish.
A lot of times, our mistakes are habitual.
Why concentrate on ripping off the dead branches when the root of the problem still exists?


Fundamentally, get down to the root of your writing. We are sinners. We need help. Tutor me, Lord.


Let God be the author of your life.
He designed you so that you would need his guidance in writing your story.
Better yet, give the pen to God so that he can write it for you.
He's so confident that he doesn't need a pencil and eraser.
Chaos and confusion will turn into a chorus.
You can harmonize with the Lord.

Tune in...

We all have a MIC to say what we want.

We all have things to say in this world and about this world.

What does the voice of your spirit want to amplify?
Are you confident to project your voice?
Will the angels in Heaven tune in?
Say what you will, but they might change the station.

This is 101.2 Rejoice FM
Live with Sejin Park; it's SageinTime:

Live backwards from the first intention of mankind which was to love and obey and we will find the evil that live inside of us.

LIVE / EVIL.

DON'T LIVE BACKWARDS!

(The angel's rejoice; then they tune back to 1979 when Reverend Wade Watts encounters Johnny Lee Clary)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBwIRq_hmjg

If you have never put 1 Corinthians 13:4 into action then you can learn from the Reverend because his love for Clary was patient and kind.

Clary shouted into the MIC.
The Reverend wiped the spit off the MIC, and then kissed it.

Is there static on your station?
Or are the angels rejoicing?

JEWEL

If I was someone you didn't know... And we crossed paths on the street...

Would you think that I'm a singer?

A dancer?

An actor?

An athlete?

A model?

I'm not striving to be an image of a mic, moves, movie, money or made molded into a glossy photo.

Instead, associate me to love, compassion and justice.
Or at least I hope I embody this ministry.

Hopefully, I'm not in LOVE with the idea of LOVE, but that it is an anywhere, any day action that I impart to this world.

Am I a compassionate creature that explores a genre of "compassion" only when it's the right thing to do? Or can I find myself to be compassionate like Christ? Again, an anywhere, any day action.

Is there justice in this jewel? Ladies, when you pick a jewel to marry make sure JUSTICE is written across his forehead.

Guys, do the same. Janet's Justice sounds better than Janet's Injustice.

The sound of justice is not what's important because a sound can dissipate if no one hears it.
Do you want to support jewel's that are mined in a war zone and sold to finance an insurgency or blood racketeers?

Is love, compassion and justice in your heart?
We are all God's jewel.
Let's wear it on our hearts.

FIRSTof all...

The equation is simple.
The first person to invent the light bulb = Edison.
The first sight of light came from ___.

The first person to sin = Adam.
The first person to redeem and forgive us = Jesus.

Do you remember...

your first girlfriend/boyfriend?
-your first plane ride?
-when your first tooth fell out?
- Your first teacher?
-Your first best friend?
-your first impression of your first pastor?
the first time you got drunk?
the first time smoked weed?
the first book you read?
the first letter you wrote?
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The first time you stole?
The first time you sinned?
The first time you read the Bible?
The first time you cussed out your parents?
The first time you watched porn?
The first time you masturbated?
The first time you lusted?
The first time you prayed?
The first time you received an A?
The first time you received allowance?
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The first time sports team you joined?
The first school that you applied for college?
You first time you ever had breakfast in bed?
The first movie you ever saw?
The first time you broke someone's heart?
The first time you cried from watching your parents fight?
The first time you felt that life sucked?
The first time you went to church?
The first time you broke a bone in your body?
The first time you went to the hospital?
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The first gift you've ever received?
The first miracle you've ever seen?
The first hug that meant the world to you?
The first compassionate act you've seen?
The first one who called you his/her child?
The first one who ever sacrificed something to you?

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Cast your doubts away if you can't remember when your "first" moments were. Just make a bigger bucket list of "FIRST'S" to come.

But be intentional in the fact that the first thing you do may please or upset God.

Do you live according to the adage that praises first place finishers? Here's an applause from the world. Doesn't an applause always die out?

If your aiming to finish first in the world, you may be the first to be cast into the Lake of Fire.

T.r.a.FF.i.c

Don't get me wrong, this theory, analogy, or idea may have been used by some pastor in the past, but just in case... I will publish my thoughts.

God's humor is eye opening because he's teasing us to be patient.

Hate traffic? Well it's even worse when you have a driver like my mom controlling the wheels while I'm in a world of frustration in the passenger's seat.

When I think about it, driving in traffic were the times I felt most sure that I would not get into an accident or be pulled over by the PO PO. Mind you that for about 2 years I was driving without a license (still can't get one). But after my second run in with the LAW I decided that enough was enough. My world will always be in the passenger's seat. Jesus, take the wheel.

Give thanksgiving for the traffic in our personal lives. Without it, we would never be disciplined and obedient to God's will and purpose.

Would you rather get a speeding ticket, and follow the consequences of that laborious ticket rather than patiently wait for the traffic to slowly die out? Both circumstances seem unbearable; however, isn't one clearly better than the other?

Everyone runs into traffic; however what is your attitude when it's your car that comes to a halt on the freeway? Are you ready to give up? Want to take a risk on local lanes? Western and Wilshere, anyone?

On the freeway, give up your driver's seat to Jesus, so that you can release the strain of your eyes from pressing onward in the heavy and monotonous buffet of cars.

You feel the car lug forward. Time consuming traffic is no more. Brakes aren't needed any longer. It's so easy to want to drive again when you can pedal "80". Even then, boldly ask God to give you enough constraints in your life so that you can smooth sail "60".

In His waning hours on the Cross, Jesus cries out, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" (Mark 15:34)

Only to realize, that God then fixated Jesus's eyes to cars coming the opposite way. Jesus joys in those who repent and clear away from ways of this world. Those in traffic were once stuck, but now released into the Mercy and Grace of His blood.

The Gate of Heaven has no traffic. I know my God wishes otherwise.