tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40912883809291190352024-02-06T18:04:27.134-08:00New Jersey Jesus: The Garden State (of mind)A look at my personal Jesus experiences exit by exit. At times a humorous look at the Manifestations of experiencing Jesus, other times a serious commentary on our Prophet, High Priest & King. Personal notes on pursuing an unorthodox approach to orthodox Christianity.NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-69994821494809583262010-01-09T14:23:00.000-08:002010-01-09T14:36:18.933-08:00Exit 37 Route 80 Rockaway Jesus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZfPUMuFHQzHWy2td9Pxo5rNGXlUE70Sjl3EYJ71FkGvOYj-knZD8buDpIhDYRz48Ehi1BJLpERAOENgp3-iVS8VYCjr7NB4GKJ4nqbxwPeLMp4oRDDN8sealLPeUeqK2h5tLUKALbnr3/s1600-h/route+80+(WinCE).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 77px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 57px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424870383103085506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZfPUMuFHQzHWy2td9Pxo5rNGXlUE70Sjl3EYJ71FkGvOYj-knZD8buDpIhDYRz48Ehi1BJLpERAOENgp3-iVS8VYCjr7NB4GKJ4nqbxwPeLMp4oRDDN8sealLPeUeqK2h5tLUKALbnr3/s200/route+80+(WinCE).jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nS_L5_TC52DIQOJX0ub9gTMGnxgKCpQ7u-Br5HrLvSOZMxRsZfIVjuOqx1krZT2QBR-_PHk6xTpx5cuA62kUjetqxIiFruq-Kza4MGlg0LQFB07uTmjtv9Zp0SxsyK-HCNpreCGxNQBr/s1600-h/4556181.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 47px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424870822393097762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nS_L5_TC52DIQOJX0ub9gTMGnxgKCpQ7u-Br5HrLvSOZMxRsZfIVjuOqx1krZT2QBR-_PHk6xTpx5cuA62kUjetqxIiFruq-Kza4MGlg0LQFB07uTmjtv9Zp0SxsyK-HCNpreCGxNQBr/s200/4556181.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">A </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">few years back, Rockaway NJ was the epicenter of one of the biggest Christian conflicts this state has ever experienced when the decision was made relocating the very <strong>urban </strong>Christ Church from Montclair to rustic, sedated, Rockaway. I’m assuming since it hasn’t been much in the paper much lately, that it has calmed down and a recent trek to the local Christian bookstore gave no indication that the controversy was still a brewing.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:180%;">O</span>nce inside the store, I was immediately drawn to the plethora of <em>Kneeling Santa</em> statues and figurines. Now I realize that Christians have been trying to reconcile the whole Santa-in-Christmas thing but I did find Santa kneeling at our Savior’s cattle troth a bit odd, if not creepy. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424871106448355970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNZUkJVEKEPFL1O9YpEHdX98-S_dLl8FHjAusMkwmPTOVWg0dT3tRtWMwVTrpMMdiH1bZ71nAIAjVD0hwuZhmCRVu_6Jh0ImiHv-afuxjwtfVTz5OAeOSQPLmEOA7QfjUsV2lsr158TGN2/s200/kneeling+santa+(WinCE).jpg" /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span> soft-spoken Sunday schoolish-looking sales person approached me. "Do you know the story of Santa and baby Jesus?" she asked. At first I thought she was kidding, but she looked way too sincere. I thought for a moment that perhaps she held the secret why in my hometown, Santa is right there at the manger (along with Sponge Bob and a few of Snow White’s Dwarfs).<br /></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span>o right there in the middle of the Family Christian Bookstore I heard the most amazing story in which I’ll give you the very abridged version:</span><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span>anta finds a young boy asleep in some hay/Santa wakes the young boy up/young boy wants to see how Santa makes the toys/Santa slips on ice/ breaks his leg/there’s a lost reindeer/young boy moves in with Santa/young boy makes Santa a pair of crutches/boy instructs the elves to modify the sleigh to be more like a chaise lounge/Santa delivers presents with the boy on Christmas eve/Santa finishes his rounds but boy insists he has one more stop/boy shows Santa where he was born/Santa hobbles to a stable filed with animals, wise men, Mary and Joseph/Santa kneels to worship the baby.</span><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span>nd I thought the story of <em>Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer</em> was strange. She looked me in the eye and said, "Of course this is not historically correct."<br /> <br /></span></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">But alais,<br />Phil 2:10 …at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth.</span></strong></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-72002759555000938872009-10-11T16:11:00.000-07:002009-10-11T16:25:46.342-07:00Exit 12 Passaic Jesus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOv63pIop4-eccFe1OFjplGMYvkiLvnv9kDoDQrQlVNWMVZ5ND8CZd09gLl0EWndFm9VO7U6LNMqapatDXR23XoKWJWXsWgQPmGK4gLffAoj2B5OBPJH71gNLElwbGPpe40_N_My6prwa4/s1600-h/800px-NJ_21_southbound_approaching_Dayton_Avenue.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391484194020808770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOv63pIop4-eccFe1OFjplGMYvkiLvnv9kDoDQrQlVNWMVZ5ND8CZd09gLl0EWndFm9VO7U6LNMqapatDXR23XoKWJWXsWgQPmGK4gLffAoj2B5OBPJH71gNLElwbGPpe40_N_My6prwa4/s200/800px-NJ_21_southbound_approaching_Dayton_Avenue.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Settled by the Dutch in 1679, Passaic was once known as "The Birthplace of Television" as the first television station X2XCD began transmitting here in 1931. </span><span style="font-size:130%;"></div></span><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Some interesting folk are from this city: Mitch Albom (who brought us <em>The Five People You Meet in Heaven)</em>; Alan Cohen (co-owner of the Boston Cetics and New Jersey Nets); Millie Perkins (lead in <em>The Diary of Ann Frank</em>); Gerry Polci (of <em>The</em> <em>Four Seasons</em>); Alan Rosenberg (Screen Actors Guild President); The Shirelles (all of them) and Loretta Swit (Hot Lips from M*A*S*H). </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;">A few years back the movie, <em>Be Kind Rewind</em>, was entirely shot here and currently the NBC series <em>Mercy</em> films on location at the old St Mary’s hospital. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;">There’s also a rather large courier service which had a problem with their employees. Seems as the couriers would either forget or refuse to scan their badges as they began and ended their delivery routes.</span></div><span style="color:#999999;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391484801759507794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhBFPnx1AilMYd-9UGmXRAIwzz4tmuHEY2h4yEwEhUHOEJy_KIFzvuJlFHLmJm5ry7OOOvCwe7ZA0KMZoPv7E-6tAqG8vV-C1q5CZDgINmtFIMVGwm-LFyvooYE6P7t76GeH-WzXraoW5z/s200/!cid__1009091215b.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391484580742466722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDrp-azFtl5yqgE_m5tvzk4cCgQjR5UMYla-sRVDAcufKBqZmpvcBTasVHO0FYSG2QByy5uiMsUWV4LxlndaBJrdDdJNoFpDRh9i01Fr1uKLkOf30x4X8ZDXPi5Tx-SYlFDknVfTwYSdmz/s200/!cid__1009091215a.jpg" /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><div><span style="color:#999999;">Management had a unique solution: a picture of Jesus was placed between the scan points. The result? A cool 85% increase in employee outgoing and incoming scans. As one employee stated, "I felt THE MAN was always watching me."<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391485170817939186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAcqnYLUnXFNXaafQlCxdmrFKTAZRtfA-2hRrEEUc6yZUcBGa0u2cq-iYPn8nFduXYdmPw9uRxuDchj4zQR8c5hASos8UBoRAVm0iujuHIogalxVvFkrEBT4Q5N3_v4HjpF1jjwdHAdohA/s200/!cid__1009091215.jpg" /> Psalm 139:2 <em>You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.</em></span></span></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-76181683595628186182009-10-04T17:05:00.000-07:002009-10-04T17:15:54.249-07:00East Jesus, New Jersey<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX73yB_dcRHTnD_eknruG9zDG-fi66DRgVXQrOFVlp0t2Mmdm_JjRc02OftFhcnNnSjjulHJ8ciFDZnS_1XKDE12Q-UGBCjrcBrf6_M5S1QdvMg0mVweo1BRStXIcgrXiz2GVlpsj6NYt4/s1600-h/835.jpg"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388900540322207218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX73yB_dcRHTnD_eknruG9zDG-fi66DRgVXQrOFVlp0t2Mmdm_JjRc02OftFhcnNnSjjulHJ8ciFDZnS_1XKDE12Q-UGBCjrcBrf6_M5S1QdvMg0mVweo1BRStXIcgrXiz2GVlpsj6NYt4/s200/835.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#66ffff;"> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Now </span>that I have satellite radio available in both my personal and work vehicle, suddenly I find myself drawn to the alternative rock stations with no desire for "America’s Top-40." Yesterday morning the DJ from who-knows-where said he found himself in <em><strong>East Jesus, New Jersey</strong></em>. Now that sounds like my kind of place. So I did some research on all New Jersey places with "east" in it and this is what I found: </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">East Amwell<br />East Brunswick<br />East Greenwich<br />East Hanover<br />East Newark<br />East Orange<br />East Rutherford<br />East Windsor<br />Eastampton </span></span><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;">But alias, no <em>East Jesus</em>. What gives? Again I had to go to the slang-lang dictionary which cleared things up a bit: <em>East Jesus, New Jersey</em>…..some where in the middle of nowhere.<br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHj2AkL6E-RuW213zpi2RmS1Hrv6qRKrAH2PKFItXC2QKvWEI7Ho5MucF9Mqi8RzKuiri-hzo9YGFgcT6uyiZaA1WLCKmnGLMskTj8s6ImzFrVhvXfrPrTWoIAO7gh3stuoEJKmI5NqHB3/s1600-h/blog20070319.jpg"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388901516067026274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHj2AkL6E-RuW213zpi2RmS1Hrv6qRKrAH2PKFItXC2QKvWEI7Ho5MucF9Mqi8RzKuiri-hzo9YGFgcT6uyiZaA1WLCKmnGLMskTj8s6ImzFrVhvXfrPrTWoIAO7gh3stuoEJKmI5NqHB3/s200/blog20070319.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#66ffff;"><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;">Now along with finding the meaning of the phrase, I also stumbled across Greenday’s <em>East Jesus</em> <em>Nowhere</em> </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wK4HCnKAdig"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wK4HCnKAdig</span></a><span style="color:#66ffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> with the not-so-uplifting Christian lyrics, but what can I say? I like Greenday so that was a pleasant find nonetheless.<br />And as those boys from Greenday belted out:</span><br /></span></div><div><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;">Oh bless my Lord for I have sinned<br />It’s been a lifetime since I last confessed<br />I threw my crutches in the "river of a shadow of doubt"<br /></span></div></em><div><span style="color:#66ffff;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;">I drove by a place called, <em>East Coast for Jesus</em> in Riverside. Huh. I just had to inquire. </span></div><div><span style="color:#66ffff;"><br /></span></div><span style="color:#66ffff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388901840330954642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik-yMcfae0B-AiTsYUalC-PS5-6RyasM5bNXu-jEVxxG90yzKiVYBQr0eYZaem9rmae34UdLjcE30fIhW8qZVAbWnR2WHAnQqVEqasOXMD5lZ0XpzD2Fw2ouDyOHzo1hbKlKMGBDojxJbK/s200/church_outside.jpg" /></span> <div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;">ECFJ is worldwide in scope, crossing all ethnic, racial and denominational lines; bearing always in mind, our Lord's last prayer upon the cross, that His people would be one, even as He and the Father are one…so their brochure states. </span></div><div><span style="color:#66ffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#66ffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">John 17:<br />I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message, that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me. I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one: I in them and you in me.</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">East jesus photo: </span></span><a href="http://chaster.us/blogarchive200700.html"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;">http://chaster.us/blogarchive200700.html</span></a></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-84646973154680662012009-09-16T13:44:00.000-07:002009-09-16T13:53:54.664-07:00Exit 10 Edison Jesus<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPEL9mnIRnXKXVyH7L8a9xa-ErA1LNMvjyRk-KTSqT8e1zMntflRjJLFPet00U44HL4R20cZldko1Ro6Rk1kqgU9X8VFMeQ55iVJSTJQn3Pm6g0RBAdgpu4ITlM9Qb5QURCR-iDvNlf4u/s1600-h/2232870.1498190.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 66px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPEL9mnIRnXKXVyH7L8a9xa-ErA1LNMvjyRk-KTSqT8e1zMntflRjJLFPet00U44HL4R20cZldko1Ro6Rk1kqgU9X8VFMeQ55iVJSTJQn3Pm6g0RBAdgpu4ITlM9Qb5QURCR-iDvNlf4u/s200/2232870.1498190.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382169255041314402" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"> </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">M</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">y Life Group is currently following the church’s study in Kaleo:</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"> </span></b><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">to</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"> this you were</span></b></i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"> </span></b><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">called</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"> We are called to be light. The study goes on to say, “Jesus calls us the ‘light of the world.’ In truth Jesus is the true light of all the world and He has lighted a light in the life of each one of his follower.” Huh.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"> </span><div> </div> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">On Sunday, Pastor Tom held up a lamp to illustrate his points: light on, light off, light with lamp shade….you get the point. And I’m sitting there trying not to think of that ‘80’s Praise & Worship song, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">Shine Jesus Shine</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">And just leave it to Urban Outfitters (this time Edison NJ) to take this passage quite literally to produce the Jesus LED Light, (no need for a lamp shade here).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFlJKghr39rcJXYfdN7MCBV5CnfJwiyXLp2HubR6sjLjCiOvcfwFN-To-JtyDMGkd1i6cOwAt7g79wgVK0MXVt3XmksKMV4JPNF33KWC7hDnQLHhM6AZzzK6U3P0uLXdmr3EYGWuIL45F/s200/!cid__0224091155b.jpg" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguX7HSqH6l7B5798BTXKOfsspT0Zy6DQAJaKvB9p-cksr9sZBqL1IBZBYqo7YKRR4uTedtDOm7pMMPPherPeALPHxYX4WUCgtE1pQNJ_igfVkDLa01emoipeBTuVktArUZyFRnen7yU2-n/s200/!cid__0224091155.jpg" /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"> </span><div> </div> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">Now that got me thinking of all things LED and I just had to do some research on what the heck light-emitting diodes had to do with Jesus. And ya know, there’s some website out there which explains </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">How Stuff Works </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">which says, “Basically, LEDs are just tiny light bulbs that fit easily into an electrical circuit. But unlike ordinary incandescent bulbs, they don’t have a filament that will burn out.” Huh. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">This little light of mine, I’m</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">gonna let it shine</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"> makes a little more sense each day.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div> <div> </div> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">John 8:12:</span></div> <div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"> </span></span></div> <div><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."</span></span></div></span>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-30813006151567532872009-08-29T10:34:00.000-07:002009-08-29T10:54:52.886-07:00Exit 2 West Side Hwy Fringe Jesus<span style="font-size:180%;">W</span>hen my theater critic friend called wondering if I was interested in attending any of the <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0oIAtSIqFRhmKRubsBLgDa89m3pgvTT-Zg_xGWx7ZyY7UCW919UP13fda1brj7R6ZGgLuiHPpQwtPQNQ8FS0QzeR1Icz1fntSCl94bg3OMf5HS9ApIMqEUNFU5lDurNCRyldpJTzEmqCH/s1600-h/53414281_3605fb27db.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375441669321541874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0oIAtSIqFRhmKRubsBLgDa89m3pgvTT-Zg_xGWx7ZyY7UCW919UP13fda1brj7R6ZGgLuiHPpQwtPQNQ8FS0QzeR1Icz1fntSCl94bg3OMf5HS9ApIMqEUNFU5lDurNCRyldpJTzEmqCH/s200/53414281_3605fb27db.jpg" /></a>FRINGE NYC theater productions, I jumped at the chance to be cool once more and I lit up the mood speakers in my Kia Soul ! and headed to the city.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2zsQkF_T8k7jftlA5Xee_lgKz0BYJWkWOnmNBcxchOMabi42IGXekOqpHSkSFqSX_NLPG6QRkilNzRj75BVPWoSFqo2JbJFkHjxiqFTYqd2EHEoQCYL18QPx_V862uvtazOz5DVeM_zx/s1600-h/RSCN0455.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375441052258938946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2zsQkF_T8k7jftlA5Xee_lgKz0BYJWkWOnmNBcxchOMabi42IGXekOqpHSkSFqSX_NLPG6QRkilNzRj75BVPWoSFqo2JbJFkHjxiqFTYqd2EHEoQCYL18QPx_V862uvtazOz5DVeM_zx/s200/RSCN0455.JPG" /></a>I felt God smiling on me as he provided free parking and what do you know – right in front of St Anthony Padula, the official NYC patron saint of parking. Oh glorious day.<br /></div><br /><div>Tucked between SoHo and The Village, I was happy to find that Sullivan Street still hadn’t succumbed to corporate America as there wasn’t a Starbucks in sight. Instead there were three coffee shops all within a half block radius: <em>Local</em>, <em>Once Upon a Tart</em> and <em>The Jean Claude Café</em>. I chose my fair trade java at <em>Local</em>. After all, Grub Street NY reviewed, "Even people with hairy, unattractive babies can enjoy <em>Local</em>." So <em>Local</em> won out over Once Upon a Tart though O.U.T. had some really cool miniature Eiffel Towers on display. I think they were mocking Jean Claude but I couldn’t be sure.<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375441987509011202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLNI58P80In9gRaBQmT-H5fgdKdqLmMyICKWNT5gno-n0Dpzf8RP6KecAAOHBYnb2bMiehwpInS-ojPdQ_vnL6UP6fuDfNbIvi2aFYVB66BWmwXYTTdyp7jugIxPbSKJ5tgO168hBiWVKV/s200/DSCN0458.JPG" /> <div>As I made my way to the theater, I found this postcard: <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375442259873635666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoPGa2y_1kxKj8ZUscuMvPXQqhfa7Or3e-Ar6QCfS89rsudcvijROnFYxMuDa5k_rLeDBMUwuTG-hUyamlqEvcvF3OvqR1ylIKGf2F4rtBE0XaagTDQogezAnJCgPZHb7152UTyOTiHWbl/s200/DSCN0459.JPG" /> I just knew things were going to be all right. And showing at the theater? Billed as 100 years of Hollywood and 33 films starring Jesus…."Jesus Ride".<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4IGawuzF4NEasYw4GftYpK3Dyq8h7BDlAj9Tw70AekdzpRDL-h4CizgpyzcJ2GcANQugBvcVgn7DxoyRVUkjsUniGgDrAu3LRa60-nQ5JfIuQC9vyoVbgyzsmpGkkREm7ojoP88RAHfV/s1600-h/DSCN0471.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375442846819359154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4IGawuzF4NEasYw4GftYpK3Dyq8h7BDlAj9Tw70AekdzpRDL-h4CizgpyzcJ2GcANQugBvcVgn7DxoyRVUkjsUniGgDrAu3LRa60-nQ5JfIuQC9vyoVbgyzsmpGkkREm7ojoP88RAHfV/s200/DSCN0471.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNO3pA9kUE-IP_311UyGdD2YFxKpfLejAXPtbLgGY04J9m_quBZzlVcgm8ZHe8K0vGVjp5bHkrRUrBNMCm657rHu4q0GC7IrB07dRWx2Or0hXoaPRwaHaf8Q0r03578SsdgOcEjJJ5VJV/s1600-h/jesusride.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375443181434978274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNO3pA9kUE-IP_311UyGdD2YFxKpfLejAXPtbLgGY04J9m_quBZzlVcgm8ZHe8K0vGVjp5bHkrRUrBNMCm657rHu4q0GC7IrB07dRWx2Or0hXoaPRwaHaf8Q0r03578SsdgOcEjJJ5VJV/s200/jesusride.jpg" /></a><br />The first few minutes were promising enough with informative snippets from a variety of films ranging from <em>The Greatest Story Ever Told</em> to <em>Jesus Christ</em> <em>Vampire Hunter</em> to <em>The Passion</em>. Then the actor/playwright spent the next hour or so 1) bashing The Trinity Broadcasting Network, 2)portraying Christians as people who believe Jews are bad because Jews killed Jesus and 3) moaned and moaned about working for a Christian director/dictator from TBN. Gosh, if I wanted to hear someone complain for an hour, I could have just gone to my day job. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=4&chapter=11&verse=1&version=31&context=verse"><strong>Numbers 11:1</strong></a><strong>Now the people complained about their hardships in the hearing of the LORD, and when he heard them his anger was aroused. Then fire from the LORD burned among them and consumed some of the outskirts of the camp.</strong></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-79143980757548646192009-08-16T11:21:00.000-07:002009-08-17T13:34:50.899-07:00Exit 9 New Brunswick Jesus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ikT1wJWGkj78ynC75gqDR6-CFrz-Hdv9hzFeRsJ6WPry8EOqVhvXU0UMew5f6C9CEwSR1sivOZOwV4A98mBARSLWBJEfm5tcGmA5jnEusiFzU-HMxW8kvxrHuK-ZrVbO4h0G3id1rFee/s1600-h/i-095_nj_tpk_sb_exit_009_01+(WinCE).jpg"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370628766361352994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ikT1wJWGkj78ynC75gqDR6-CFrz-Hdv9hzFeRsJ6WPry8EOqVhvXU0UMew5f6C9CEwSR1sivOZOwV4A98mBARSLWBJEfm5tcGmA5jnEusiFzU-HMxW8kvxrHuK-ZrVbO4h0G3id1rFee/s200/i-095_nj_tpk_sb_exit_009_01+(WinCE).jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">New Brunswick</span> was first settled way back in 1681 as Prigmore’s Swamp and was later renamed in 1714 after the city of Braunschweig, Germany. Now the Duke of Brunswick later became King George I of Great Britain and the street, which bears his name, cuts through the heart of this college town. </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Here on George Street you’ll find The Blingdom of God, perhaps the largest collection of gold Jesus heads in the state supplied by the Gangsta Gold Company. Go figure. </span></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdBvlGCcT7h2343Ml3OAKaEqglNN6WGn2xsPpcyI0Xo2L8foRf1Xf6XFHtz0a56n4i2vj93_O2Bpi9MYMrCw8IV4s1BIaXO1VyuSXcEJnwIoD6NgubN31WJtINe1MyHF3PDoo7nzK_p_aE/s1600-h/!cid__0714091128+(WinCE).jpg"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 73px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370681416315543266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdBvlGCcT7h2343Ml3OAKaEqglNN6WGn2xsPpcyI0Xo2L8foRf1Xf6XFHtz0a56n4i2vj93_O2Bpi9MYMrCw8IV4s1BIaXO1VyuSXcEJnwIoD6NgubN31WJtINe1MyHF3PDoo7nzK_p_aE/s200/!cid__0714091128+(WinCE).jpg" /></span></a></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXHkyKGmCXHNRt2XVx7ZbBW0UPUN8ubCOurkmTFw4uYEtSQL62M0OtaVj_EkdF8whVQEKw-1HzhCkvCcsY3u00U0GLZBAlEYYbPTbUfkZ3oIjvHAp9WmE1MfjO514ylRmfARFcgRzRbTx/s1600-h/!cid__0714091127+(WinCE).jpg"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370681070431823810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXHkyKGmCXHNRt2XVx7ZbBW0UPUN8ubCOurkmTFw4uYEtSQL62M0OtaVj_EkdF8whVQEKw-1HzhCkvCcsY3u00U0GLZBAlEYYbPTbUfkZ3oIjvHAp9WmE1MfjO514ylRmfARFcgRzRbTx/s200/!cid__0714091127+(WinCE).jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370681236043376962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjHbWgLyXYZ9gu4KIoy22t8828jMEOU3j0mief1plBj5W6hqFdzC21I79r-d0fmEOypc17G6JlmW30ExGOxlhlVEDbB0oLdK8Lnz73ovjRw6zM4N0utPuckf56fn-VUtglcTwAict8UNsE/s200/!cid__0714091128a+(WinCE).jpg" /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">As I stood on the street soaking in all the Jesus bling, the owner came out and asked if I was interested in a Jesus Piece. I quickly accessed my portable Urban Dictionary to find Jesus Piece:<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Oversized platinum, gold or silver pendant sometimes encrusted with diamonds and other gems made in the likeness of Jesus. These pendants are worn on a heavy rope style of necklace.</em><br /></span></div><div><p><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">The Jesus piece, and other styles of large pendants worn with rope style jewelry have been a staple of hip-hop youth culture for nearly thirty years. Presently, hip hop artists and fans alike use the Jesus piece as a symbol of being "hood" or keepin' it real and being extravagantly wealthy at the same time. The Jesus piece testifies to the fact "you can take the man out of the ghetto, but you can't take the ghetto out of the man." </span></em></p></div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370681877819285954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpODB0rptRvqKbLQYpHlPtadkGbXxC7gS3jhAzMQ4o_Kmp1hh8dMFte7D-MP9RpJKbfq7fKo15tYpeAdvVshBdn1ATP0dWYb66JNyeuwHmIHBz-TKBkqH7go0XyG181KfwqIDWsExfi7_T/s200/!cid__0714091126a+(WinCE).jpg" /> </span><div><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">Well that got me thinking of the other type of Jesus Peace and ya know, that Urban Dictionary was all over it:</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">Giving advice to walk away -<em>Ay man throw up that Jesus Peace and walk away man, its not worth it. </em></span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">Or a greeting-<em>Ay My Dude! Jesus Peace, wuzup?</em></span></p></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Luke 7:50: Jesus said to the woman, "Your faith has saved you; go in peace."</span></strong></div><div><p><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Acts 17:29: Therefore since we are God's offspring, we should not think that the divine being is like gold or silver or stone—an image made by man's design and skill.</span></strong></p></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div></span></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-19041264291882762682009-08-10T14:37:00.000-07:002009-08-10T14:54:10.148-07:00Exit 11 Woodbridge Jesus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEingdpQh4fePYPLH7DRlAJLaLITr6NpFteNAJCXO1Tg3gzcCdkWznXn1UYExONBph4HpBxqXrd8NFFdsETRgokPDjN-_-jDPqADGfyzI73EraGLT5fILZyuZIWwiAuYTGbTMiPp10XwrxoC/s1600-h/DSCN0426+(WinCE).JPG"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368453276013086434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEingdpQh4fePYPLH7DRlAJLaLITr6NpFteNAJCXO1Tg3gzcCdkWznXn1UYExONBph4HpBxqXrd8NFFdsETRgokPDjN-_-jDPqADGfyzI73EraGLT5fILZyuZIWwiAuYTGbTMiPp10XwrxoC/s200/DSCN0426+(WinCE).JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Dave Ramsey</span>, the personal money management expert, extols the virtue of the 7 baby steps to financial peace. Step 1: $1,000 in emergency fund; Step 3: three to six months expenses in savings; Step 4: invest 15% of income; Step 5: save for college. These steps all involve some form of saving while Step 7 involves quite the opposite…giving. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ2EvPqVKXIiXIZXyJa6LZGlPDasoOzvr7fVEUnAnIvcWMW_Dm9alojrHXvFm54ykx5uYR5_fErV4dl-otmCch_8841bVkabYVYHTW0pMujYYD_FE5M3f0zKr27m3l7toZw8_UTR7dArnO/s1600-h/DSCN0422+(WinCE).JPG"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 105px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368453576593262690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ2EvPqVKXIiXIZXyJa6LZGlPDasoOzvr7fVEUnAnIvcWMW_Dm9alojrHXvFm54ykx5uYR5_fErV4dl-otmCch_8841bVkabYVYHTW0pMujYYD_FE5M3f0zKr27m3l7toZw8_UTR7dArnO/s200/DSCN0422+(WinCE).JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#cc9933;"> </span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">Now I’m a hands-on, visual kinda guy so while wise old Dave provides wonderful web-based tracking documents galore, I’m so old school that I’m thinking of my savings more on the lines of a piggy bank. </span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">Then as fate would have it, I stumbled into that mecca of all things crappy retail, Spencer Gifts in Woodbridge. As a meandered through the toxic air of over-sized rubber boobs and every body part known to man and </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1w1nFqAtrejWdVSrj4kKjJCrcja4ejDmnayh-eQ2Adq2bBRlA8QVmo90J3xCVnIpGtFNvQU4QTZNC_vYyJoNQ2nzAW_-2xBM-bKJeHyU5kwnmgJmZNKFXgrW9Fe3JI-KecO41-Q2M8ko/s1600-h/DSCN0416+(WinCE).JPG"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368453807282686834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1w1nFqAtrejWdVSrj4kKjJCrcja4ejDmnayh-eQ2Adq2bBRlA8QVmo90J3xCVnIpGtFNvQU4QTZNC_vYyJoNQ2nzAW_-2xBM-bKJeHyU5kwnmgJmZNKFXgrW9Fe3JI-KecO41-Q2M8ko/s200/DSCN0416+(WinCE).JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#cc9933;">woman, I found my Jesus-inspired piggy bank.<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc9933;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc9933;"><em><strong>I’m savin’ up for Jesus!</strong></em> Now that motivates me. There’s just something about a large coin hitting the bottom of tin that </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMT7O2_e9NWVCMBIBHtUSKP5JrcbbVB9y4Bs1QCSUtgQ712pX7zUh1xGvaCQ69CLqOrg4tAdRMwH7v4Q7zWtgyyE4jWd6ESgZxmnzYSCg1voFQOk8eTJk1M82tGQjjOJoYJ7jKYaA1m29L/s1600-h/DSCN0417+(WinCE).JPG"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368454523145575570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMT7O2_e9NWVCMBIBHtUSKP5JrcbbVB9y4Bs1QCSUtgQ712pX7zUh1xGvaCQ69CLqOrg4tAdRMwH7v4Q7zWtgyyE4jWd6ESgZxmnzYSCg1voFQOk8eTJk1M82tGQjjOJoYJ7jKYaA1m29L/s200/DSCN0417+(WinCE).JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#cc9933;">excites my savings gene. And every time I drop a dime I’m reminded (photo) Jesus Saves Me.<br /></div></span><div><span style="color:#cc9933;">While I may not be able stuff all of Dave Ramsey’s baby steps into this tin canister, Step 7 is written there right on the side. <em>When this bank is bursting with blessed cash, be sure to hand it over to your favorite nun or priest.</em></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Baby Steps 1,3, 4 & 5: Hebrews 12:11 <strong>"No discipline (savings) seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it." </strong></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><br /></strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">Baby Step 7: II Corinthians 9:7<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>"God loves a cheerful giver."</strong></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNfKe-yfz_bwI5ktFYj0pS9Qm7taJmQhq-OtVnJr7nyK6f6yIf5OOvQFVc2uBJ17g62UmZ21tnfBLd3G4wXheQqwpdofJMb6tOI9T-PUy_o7H5iLoMoWB6SGTWsnHMFT3joyF9V7L4MCdR/s1600-h/DSCN0421+(WinCE).JPG"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368454813544453698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNfKe-yfz_bwI5ktFYj0pS9Qm7taJmQhq-OtVnJr7nyK6f6yIf5OOvQFVc2uBJ17g62UmZ21tnfBLd3G4wXheQqwpdofJMb6tOI9T-PUy_o7H5iLoMoWB6SGTWsnHMFT3joyF9V7L4MCdR/s200/DSCN0421+(WinCE).JPG" /></span></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH974fQpr6694mwq9AQpgsRvJlgEDN227IPVw-e8Kq2uV7vknzAGv7hjNXYaHWbFLCXVtX29Sno3IF4wunHtL_Cz5u0Xag_bGIDk6xSsec9dFS0hlWbSHD8EVVveiQbnJxeh9-kBE-F2t5/s1600-h/DSCN0421+(WinCE).JPG"></a></span></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-90908662690126302422009-06-24T13:41:00.000-07:002009-06-24T13:59:37.103-07:00Exit Rt 12 Flemington Jesus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfbccN-zTlmy4fISR5umoh7dJDDtz5-HJSPOhauyqaBmFG-SkRyNX27l14M5BVF3Z10UN96ZIlV2cd6Ram3BAdCRxB7exmX9WnxKVFVPGJw5JVm-SCiavYDcIO1tyi4vldznD_x-B4YXH/s1600-h/njj6.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350998363633391314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfbccN-zTlmy4fISR5umoh7dJDDtz5-HJSPOhauyqaBmFG-SkRyNX27l14M5BVF3Z10UN96ZIlV2cd6Ram3BAdCRxB7exmX9WnxKVFVPGJw5JVm-SCiavYDcIO1tyi4vldznD_x-B4YXH/s200/njj6.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Flemington,</span> once only associated with discounted furs: mink, sable, fox, beaver…you get the point, now houses the largely ghost town-ish Liberty Village designer outlet. The recession has hit hard here with the ever-shrinking Ralph Lauren, Brooks Brothers, Bass, Calvin & Anne Klein stores, sales associates outnumber the shoppers 4 to none. Literally.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;">But who knew that just across the tracks, at the intersection of Church and Central Ave, there be an almost cool Christian Bookstore. Bible Bookstore (though Bibles were in the minority of items stocked) was a pleasant surprise and unlike the Village across the way, even had shoppers. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 89px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350998619692943922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0crTgElh4WNfB0I7BV_Q3qGkDeeBzp2-gbk7__VRPniigGX2JQBodYe8l91QYGy3wu_6Dbba61qRZxoNls1OYTo_4F_veefRy_1xwdoouMSWcue9Ym6GLJR8gAbZ2ZicBIK8XYoU3UfW-/s200/njj.jpg" />The first book that caught my eye was the comic book, <em>Heroes featuring <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>CARMAN</strong></span></em> (in big bold print) <em><span style="font-size:78%;">and the New Testament</span></em> (in super small print). I almost laughed out loud at the thought of Carman being the main focus. So I guess John the Baptist, the Tweleve Disciples, and oh yeah, Jesus weren’t big enough heroes for the publisher.<br />.<br />Fortunately, a few others stood out like <em>Jesus: Divine or DaVinci?</em> Nothing like having a thought-provoking book on Jesus in a Bible Bookstore. I usually find more books with that annoying Jon, Kate plus 8 family. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350999097273136258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglX452W6to1WKeS0ujQYU3nXCTt8ud9UdUA1zYKOwftenyzYT9QQhyFTKQbZwF1KOoFwJfMX5ZTmDfCEtd6B9PdsGe-b9n34LWoHdHnfP9xZ3lB1SuBfVb_g8vS5I511SiOqiTwA2hl_L6/s200/njj3.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350999357219890866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2vKN3LVL0Yup9gGaazS3tG3Te5U06UntqI-4R6JfS9zuk2ex7RoXvkKM1_TdiBofpoV4wjlD05Zaitn5XHOB-kx6nQHcEjY4O8gCF9dLtVngSmIWE-xXcslgpAzLui84BIdYqci1qgjY/s200/njj4.jpg" /> </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;">Then I spotted, <em>Jesus the Jewish Theologian</em> and bam! This store even acknowledges Jesus was a Jew…pretty cool stuff. Next shelf over: <em>Sex Begins in the Kitchen</em>. I’m assuming it was one of those How to Save Your Christian Marriage books.<br /></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8u9HsILg-XY2m3TJPyni7BNXuvtFYYSrP_NMHrbx6X8qouPwV6J-c5CzjLs4I-r_uH7UItzubQDokCcF0O3Q_C39MWRYz3CEzYDrNFn6EI7jtjHtQu7aXslrCnddYt_xM9NpwUTrSU0z/s1600-h/njj2.jpg"><span style="color:#999999;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350999685929161458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8u9HsILg-XY2m3TJPyni7BNXuvtFYYSrP_NMHrbx6X8qouPwV6J-c5CzjLs4I-r_uH7UItzubQDokCcF0O3Q_C39MWRYz3CEzYDrNFn6EI7jtjHtQu7aXslrCnddYt_xM9NpwUTrSU0z/s200/njj2.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#999999;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqRbbw9Rhoe0Hp-aHp-i23R_Q3PrjUt2qu5bVaVAsVlgnFY3wHrvR0PLO2mwQKd-2ZqgkLIBuQ3MsuKEnEOe4ypUy2FZBrTduthEDWpc7q0XBD9FOzcdw38jyCNSrX38srAXEUES-GZO6g/s1600-h/njj5.jpg"><span style="color:#999999;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350999825157965010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqRbbw9Rhoe0Hp-aHp-i23R_Q3PrjUt2qu5bVaVAsVlgnFY3wHrvR0PLO2mwQKd-2ZqgkLIBuQ3MsuKEnEOe4ypUy2FZBrTduthEDWpc7q0XBD9FOzcdw38jyCNSrX38srAXEUES-GZO6g/s200/njj5.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#999999;"><br /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#999999;">Now I’m not a huge fan of Christian T-shirts but some in this place did bring a smile to my face – <em>Jesus: Life’s Problems, One Solution…It’s just that easy</em>. Now I’m not too sure that following Jesus is that easy and the <em>Pick Jesus</em> T looked kinda cool though I wasn’t too sure about the theology behind it. The next Tee though…no question of theology: <em>there’s power in the blood</em>. </span></div><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351000487997911026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbur8uc2FCO1TvM7fll8tLrwKBmV2JLUWKWaZdFVZZuRGZhqPzsQ6O2SPbwPB644loCC-6_vbicdwI3xHE10pFZl2MUDBMLVCh_0e6mO2ecWWe9yOXjWi6Q7i1legaiCnzty0AtWQqjtAf/s200/njj7.jpg" /></span> <div><span style="color:#999999;">And almost better than the Tees, this bookstore came complete with coffee bar, twenty flavors of homemade gelato (even sugar-free gelato) and transforms to a funky hangout for emerging artists on Friday nights.<br /> <br />Matthew 26:28 This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. [As printed on the there’s power in the blood tee shirt.]</span></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-37017834150661059362009-06-13T10:10:00.000-07:002009-06-13T16:00:49.995-07:00Exit 151 or 161 Montclair/Paramus Jesus<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs9eP2Hhp6d1cl57iwz_QHJam5L3saM2ppY1cLwcM8wI7mUqPqIIF7bTe2xgxgjoUryaiIfEQWMpwrlreZuE1-wC9m_5tQNV9BfTBEJaiaxSubu_XB3T5rxXAUl_XQLKwu-9cUBNuX85E1/s1600-h/124375241v5_350x350_Front.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs9eP2Hhp6d1cl57iwz_QHJam5L3saM2ppY1cLwcM8wI7mUqPqIIF7bTe2xgxgjoUryaiIfEQWMpwrlreZuE1-wC9m_5tQNV9BfTBEJaiaxSubu_XB3T5rxXAUl_XQLKwu-9cUBNuX85E1/s200/124375241v5_350x350_Front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346861110351944626" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">OK. I’ve given up on the Family Christian Bookstore. From here on, it’s Urban Outfitters to get my Jesus-fix. And lucky me, here in North Jersey I can chose locations: Paramus or Montclair (though the Montclair location has far more Jesus-stuff).</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">While the Family Christian Bookstore stocks WWJD bracelets and bumper stickers which leaves the ultimate question unanswered, over at UO, the <i>Answer Me Jesus</i> takes out all the guesswork. It’s the same principle as the on the old Magic 8 Ball concept…. you think of a question, turn it over and an answer appears in some mysterious blue liquid in triangle form.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">An inscription on the box read: Not intended for use by the closed-minded.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbepBQXny0ShLEvk9OuDcjy2m0Y_p8qhEv-6umQuTxKnBLNLamB5C_S5ceG4zt7EcKdwZ-9xkjdQij3YhUpWy7A__Milui9qsqHrTFYzHg9TRpenELCzpl6ytwXdg9JwPE9_yaLi9YWNfI/s200/11809639_00_f.jpg" /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJRtoBBJgchIy1Bm_xY5sfia3QP_6agcAkw_EQip-Xsw3IYqXCsQVbUJ8tc37v9ByhB02seJW22Rr94lmmB8gjdIYjs2__VQUDziCRh5qFgLhKxa8svSd_gljDB38-3zCIu4VmeZpRnJ3/s200/11809639_00_e.jpg" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> I couldn’t resist. I have an open-mind and I do have questions for Jesus and hey, why wait until the BIG DAY when I could get immediate gratification? Well I have to admit, I really didn’t have a question but I turned the pink statue over anyway and the triangle in the blue murk read, “<b>I died for this?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">” And I almost died laughing.</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And then I saw the warning label:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">WARNING: </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">HOLY SPIRIT NOT INCLUDED</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Mark 8:12</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>He sighed deeply and said, "Why does this generation ask for a miraculous sign? I tell you the truth, no sign will be given to it."</b></span></span></div><div><br /></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-75814970563265525822009-05-30T12:04:00.000-07:002009-05-30T12:23:07.861-07:00Exit 26 Route 80 Long Valley Jesus<span style="color:#663366;"></span><span lang=""><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Long Valley</span> was known since colonial times as German Valley, but then along cam</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3REhxF1XpApK_BKrTee8xO3EXm5Dk2vsXgCh-3QIw3jf1g2Xk8E30_lXH5nbJI2W3EsBsoAhBercuGxHbZWQUeDw0F1HMmOz6ICraEf73DtzCbp2bx4T7g-96Cq40YjtYVGQLV4NavwYH/s1600-h/homeimg5.gif"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341695373798081890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3REhxF1XpApK_BKrTee8xO3EXm5Dk2vsXgCh-3QIw3jf1g2Xk8E30_lXH5nbJI2W3EsBsoAhBercuGxHbZWQUeDw0F1HMmOz6ICraEf73DtzCbp2bx4T7g-96Cq40YjtYVGQLV4NavwYH/s200/homeimg5.gif" /></span></a><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">e WWI and the townsfolk just had to separate themselves from anything Germanic. The most famous place in the valley is still the German, I mean, Long Valley Pub & Brewery whose website proudly proclaims, "We are kid friendly!" </span><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><p><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I can hear those parents now, <i>Hey kids, drink up, it’s happy hour. </i>And those kids<em>, We never want Chuck E. Cheese again! </em>Good thing Jesus's first miracle occured during a wedding, not a birthday party.<br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Nestled on a hilltop overlooking the valley is St. Luke’s Parish and the parish loves the local children and they want their kids to know Jesus loves them too. Sculputre Tom White created a garden of bronze just outside the parish’s front door. You can find his story here: </span></span></p></div></div></div></div><a href="http://www.tomwhitestudio.com/tom-white-christian-bronze-sculptor-artist.html"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">http://www.tomwhitestudio.com/tom-white-christian-bronze-sculptor-artist.html</span></a><span lang=""><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxkkf2HuPcUZUFNe4Mill_annn2vm7_ux2IjK4uLTQpMAE1cDyWmVPvHuONkkWbAZZ2dh6B_t0lRIp7Ii4P_0JnHcm4kl1-1Ub8pNq_3rWjqLjf03HveiByMpKg4-invh4utyBNAdaQi0O/s1600-h/DSCN0357.JPG"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341696394274579458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxkkf2HuPcUZUFNe4Mill_annn2vm7_ux2IjK4uLTQpMAE1cDyWmVPvHuONkkWbAZZ2dh6B_t0lRIp7Ii4P_0JnHcm4kl1-1Ub8pNq_3rWjqLjf03HveiByMpKg4-invh4utyBNAdaQi0O/s200/DSCN0357.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><p><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">He ends his website with:</span></span></p><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">John 12:32 "And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men unto me." His bronze Jesus certainly appears to be coming straight out of the earth with arms stretched wide.<br /></span><br /><p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/passage/?book_id=49&chapter=18&verse=15&version=31&context=verse"><b><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Luke 18:</span></b></a><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><br />People were also bringing babies to Jesus to have him touch them. When the disciples saw this, they rebuked them.<br /><br />But Jesus called the <b>children</b> to him and said, "Let the little <b>children</b> come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these."<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341698887280047954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHty0dIbRXwNIgEFUWaiqiUHySf0y_1o9lNtRbkJSr1QvezTaq9q1jZsXImwHFCt8o-kdLjJ1B34Alylp4kEWCdc7SDmwnKVsHxbVqSXOkBlVBElzvk1IZbbmlvokT7qNC4xgJl6neMr0/s200/DSCN0353.JPG" /></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341696782952474018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3yFqAcA4FOewmOnjX9FqsRspnPYFLcC_0RqCqgRt09ohkx7BmWm00wBhWt-tuZrgZW13ceoWZwNiQQA04GD8iIK1kKATzZLgp9EHGgeR_Zzm-bn2b4EqkpvIag8gJGZPKP0VmLFkqPtZZ/s200/DSCN0359.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341697244204274098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQk1dlJu6N3tr7OoMBILlmp8xUAmwX_BpIgWkrOWXPghvo1an3PjG-LNFFEWWJOJb-p-5J4IrhXOCs6IGwaeRotzsOnF8QxSCht9Q3bjLIBz97x6n5mayN_gM8YNXWXXupduMWNBJV_Ji/s200/DSCN0360.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><p><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"> </span></p></span>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-91732333860178136912009-05-14T16:49:00.000-07:002009-05-14T17:32:22.985-07:00Exit 105 Long Branch Jesus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWyieqQMC23H5pxoUPYT-s3r940FMaMqVl0Qr2ElKEmvJTyNz5yXgK-JvDd3zJryUyxteMj33uJrFZObl2QYelmDl5HWhvZzpqLlDy2bh8tZlh2-tlmzQ2nRBn1o3eQJeZs1REkIr3970/s1600-h/gsp_nb_exit_105_07.jpg"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335831445833553522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWyieqQMC23H5pxoUPYT-s3r940FMaMqVl0Qr2ElKEmvJTyNz5yXgK-JvDd3zJryUyxteMj33uJrFZObl2QYelmDl5HWhvZzpqLlDy2bh8tZlh2-tlmzQ2nRBn1o3eQJeZs1REkIr3970/s200/gsp_nb_exit_105_07.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Long Branch</span> became the nations first seaside resort way back in the 1700s and was the original Hollywood, that is <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5AED6iZxVVEH4naU121NAxt2P6xlaix9IeTZT9_w03KnE8_Ul5cGTrztx8OwNRJi4N6zs8P8P1WMqaYgwdTVTu5V2FUTTSLr_Om7moGzzH-LPuPfNSE5nR871FoO9vd20heQ39BdPU6Jh/s1600-h/cfiles3736.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335831638103326146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5AED6iZxVVEH4naU121NAxt2P6xlaix9IeTZT9_w03KnE8_Ul5cGTrztx8OwNRJi4N6zs8P8P1WMqaYgwdTVTu5V2FUTTSLr_Om7moGzzH-LPuPfNSE5nR871FoO9vd20heQ39BdPU6Jh/s200/cfiles3736.jpg" /></a>until the other Hollywood on the West Coast took the movie industry by storm.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">Popular with dead presidents: </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Chester_A._Arthur"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">Chester A. Arthur</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">, </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/James_A._Garfield"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">James A. Garfield</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">, </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Ulysses_S._Grant"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">Ulysses S. Grant</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">, </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Benjamin_Harrison"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">Benjamin Harrison</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">, </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Rutherford_B._Hayes"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">Rutherford B. Hayes</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">, </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/William_McKinley"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">William McKinley</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">, and </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Woodrow_Wilson"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">Woodrow Wilson</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">, the city has brushed off it "old" image and now attracts an affluent set of folk.</span></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">Who would have thought a drive down the Garden State Parkway to beautiful-and now very trendy-Long Branch would bring out so many Jesus inspired car stickers? My trek began in the parking lot at Kohl’s where low and behold adjacent cars had the following stickers:</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOl3nfyujBlBz8mXRYqXMUcALtP8XW-PAy50jPekMjn9eeCkvWWGtLyUne6iZH2XpEa70Rf1ajVdQcXnqIJRvuXdjYbSlH5qkZ9niRVa9sq23RAKOnccmUfLBGmRJ6SxrWXCL8725H4wZY/s1600-h/!cid__1124080951.jpg"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 62px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335831844135676210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOl3nfyujBlBz8mXRYqXMUcALtP8XW-PAy50jPekMjn9eeCkvWWGtLyUne6iZH2XpEa70Rf1ajVdQcXnqIJRvuXdjYbSlH5qkZ9niRVa9sq23RAKOnccmUfLBGmRJ6SxrWXCL8725H4wZY/s200/!cid__1124080951.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6z0Nbnc74mHUhUGTDTJBEDXvJYEeRMlfwL9T8VPC23tHsxr74tSHu7d4J5zTRhNY5WaFfd8uIC7JU1FOgrO_TdiWlHfXUQpgWP_AJxjX_S0maWlDffVvFoCoG_b_bGjAQb17Qu5HNMbpU/s1600-h/Whose_Taxes_Would_Jesus_Cut_anti-Bush_tax_cuts_rich_wealthy.jpg"></a></p><span style="color:#99ffff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335835057322252322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi85LTeoYGPcw27Lr_27-vi15NaFWAff81D8up2-sJonMDsz5eJ_TcPwNOlYWXH-XbmLNaVaQnKloB1OaAfnPp8-LCooLVrkgwY1e-gT8jgxjdneYMEuAOS0Eqzkx7x8wNzxOMZL5J1LBBn/s200/Whose_Taxes_Would_Jesus_Cut_anti-Bush_tax_cuts_rich_wealthy.jpg" /><br /></span><p><span style="color:#99ffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">And as I pulled out of the lot, the car ahead of me had a NJ plate which read, "JC Lord" but I couldn’t whip out my camera in time to take the shot.</span><br /></span></p><p><span style="color:#99ffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Arriving at Pier Village, to my delight there was street parking and oh lookie, lots of Jesus bumper stickers too!</span><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 48px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335833466454221074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi52ESXHHEmlRkSM6jtWLc-wem5W_VemZZmr31SvtjeILNK2bUrudxoM3uyLjdAhJdklu4j8Khes6FS4lO8x6LUOBpjInolByzilaxcT4bTkNzrXrkGuDjSosSJnSq_NkGqcu3UWdKz72qM/s200/Bumper+Sticker+-+My+Boss+is+a+Jewish+Carpenter.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 61px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335833028572122034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7znfM9e_ZYyfuGnbopf7wLQJ_UTJYUhLAVNNH6sfgtwOJhnMINyfOk4TjpJeTN7DmrJDEL3RterWV-Y2SA0k6hLqJAXKTa6rfi6kbiyP5lz89MDVt4a_j8h7yeVL8NBmsPUaJBOoh8xf/s200/IMG_2428.jpg" /> <span style="font-size:130%;">After strolling the promenade and window shopping all the chic bar-restaurants, I treated myself to a gelato, imagining I was in Venice. But alias, no trip to Long Branch would be complete without a stop at Max’s – which serves up the dangest, biggest hot dogs on the planet. I pulled into Max’s lot and glory be…more Jesus bumper stickers than you’d find in the SixFlags parking lot for a Toby Mac concert!</span></span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3qcTELuimGEJEgPBvhZgM4GO92SvSiXmP60y-mUhpD5ErvktVYahafPFSiIsyL2pnOSDp5vZsiS6Nm57gBS2-sxR22TPYeSJcCswrGfPNjCuftNCsO6Wo2eD1BSd6wCVcZhS_1a454exC/s1600-h/!cid__0511091208.jpg"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 61px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335832441431879970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3qcTELuimGEJEgPBvhZgM4GO92SvSiXmP60y-mUhpD5ErvktVYahafPFSiIsyL2pnOSDp5vZsiS6Nm57gBS2-sxR22TPYeSJcCswrGfPNjCuftNCsO6Wo2eD1BSd6wCVcZhS_1a454exC/s200/!cid__0511091208.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 44px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335834059846968914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvGQ79j6wkhWmQfC8V-H4qBpd8mYoiST-UlYug9QIUS_DJCLBNhBquF511UCeU6ZRyOZ5I2eOyXQ9-MO03JUg4664p6nFQNWD_f4uzTA5paX6yaM1OrwulAgW7vz1LT_mfFsPeB6QcbL7/s200/Bumper-Sticker-Know-Jesus,-Know-Peace-761576.jpg" /><br /><br />Then it was time to head back North, where yes, I was indeed cut off several times by some crazy New York drivers who obviously didn't understand the concept of turn signals. After a few miles, I thought I found my soul mate:<br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335836085085746146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKrKrdjBwq_vxDC6FlSwSNYO9dIjMCvX-0FvxtXGCXO0CZBfObHizXTG8DgWB8Q5iqnw_6Qb0IJ0TWdzeAIJDRTXA0IL7oTKgFaTnlt8HXkEn5ewQZE8H_h-pC1h0jn5-ztCFPKrNkckE/s200/Jesus-turnsignals-bumpersticker.jpg" /><br />After several thoughts of giving the NJ one-figure-salute to the last jerk who cut me off, a car pulled up to me with this in the side window:<br /><br /></span><p><span style="color:#99ffff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335836783354848338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZvCQ5Z5-ps-xJVvwnD7XlPbg1tXX726B5N0J5hh7ku8nI_eHbk2ibVdNpWl_XfRAcC1MObZhFgxq3nuh2eLivQiF82lzkrFU5XDOOEFNbVRAqWqYkJXbhjblEF2QdGXfZTAsApz65XQGH/s200/wwjd.jpg" />I took the hint and kept both hands on the steering wheel. </span></p><p><strong><span style="color:#99ffff;">Proverbs 10: A fool finds pleasure in evil conduct, but a man of understanding delights in wisdom.</span></strong></p><p><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-44606741550950088712009-05-03T13:51:00.000-07:002009-05-10T06:53:03.762-07:00Exit 4 Cherry Hill Jesus<p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">W</span>hen the fine residents of Delaware NJ lobbied the US Postal Service for their own Post Office, much to their dismay, they were informed that Delaware NJ was already taken. So they held a town meeting, changed the town’s name to Cherry Hill and for their efforts, they received a Post Office.</span><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">One other oddity: in the cult film, "Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle," Harold and Kumar’s final destination is the White Castle in Cherry Hill. Only problem is, there is no White Castle in Cherry Hill.</span><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">While waiting for Dawn to cut my hair at SuperCuts, I picked up the Was-at-one-Time-Trendy magazine, <em>DETAILS</em>. My have the mighty have fallen. The lead articles highlighted on the cover included: <em>The Best Dive Bars in America</em>, <em>The Curious Case</em> <em>of the Gay-Porn-Star Identical Twins</em>, <em>The New Rules of Khaki</em> and finally, <em>Don’t be a</em> <em>Goatee Guy</em>. I don’t think Jeopardy will be using <em>DETAILS</em> as a source any time soon. But then something caught my eye:</span></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331703825117324978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpIMWkPxDAgmAeoPxKCkmJjurEKk5zHS0PeGGRwnL72-7Iicv83DwwryL3DH66cCE0RqyqZdwbxSkjQGQfrWaohW1c5YqeEX4sFmGwiIIdHP8O_YdFHNxNEp4jUJszRSS1onGZ86ZSE1gS/s200/miami079+(WinCE).jpg" /> <span style="font-size:130%;">Since my real-life job is on the line, I do need to know How Jesus Can Save MY Career. A quick glance up at Dawn (still cutting someone’s bob) and a flip to page 117 where I read that the Society for Human Resource Management claims that 48% of job seekers use house of worship to help them in their job hunt and 24% of HR professionals recruit at churches, huh….must I must be attending the wrong church.</span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Now these are hard economic times, no doubt. I looked up and a mug on the receptionist’s counter caught my eye. There was a pic of Jesus... coupons in one hand, scissors in the other. </span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331704072763787682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_FTw_6H3yeYYyy4g56ilDGAYWQJYROGLTa4vthfcE6eiqFRhkDMlUAlc1RkQ6mY3-v0duq6FaAMywRxvHoAS894OiIcVFu0y_LWhrI-Dk-yl0KGwJRovgQZac0OPaMv4f8cnQFoDmS7j/s200/!cid__0502092056+(WinCE).jpg" /></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">You know I had to just turn that mug around to find:</span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331704317657410450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0mF47dD-RN0hKPKULC35OPWI_XiBwhpF4n5y6MFahCEaJFt7wJj-OF50F8bhgnC2_j4WzDPJOLXBlKgjYglPrQwSDEqICVfq-kx8P5UjVDHMpv3kWE-V5tqBDct5_ZZuBWjSxKHGK6s1T/s200/!cid__0502092058+(WinCE).jpg" /></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">When I got back home, I logged on to write this post and found this kind of cool link. You should check it out: </span><a href="http://www.jesussaves.co.za/"><span style="font-size:130%;">http://www.jesussaves.co.za/</span></a></p><p><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/passage/?book_id=51&chapter=4&verse=12&version=31&context=verse"><span style="font-size:130%;">Acts 4:12</span></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to men by which we must be saved."</span></p>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-40776153576932438192009-04-28T18:54:00.000-07:002009-04-28T19:15:20.625-07:00Exit 43, Exit 55a, Exit 1 Jesus<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><div><div><div><div><div><p><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Lub-Dub. Lub-Dub.</span> That's the sound of a healthy human heart beating. But what happens when our compassion for others flatlines? When we lose the beat of God's own heart for those on the fringe? If your passion for a broken world has flatlined, this hope-filled series will get your heart beating again. </span></span></p></div></div></div></div></div><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">And so began our new series at church and we couldn’t just sit back and watch the heart wrenching videos and listening to a moving sermon from our pastor in Africa without getting into some local action. So my local Life Group took up the call.</span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Exit 43 – we worshiped and were convicted to serve.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329926896196622338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCvTj93-g6h1_iqd1ozwIyiZyS-QPCzS2qUxkaWx118sj60cG2i2AKYUC4UVIl3xomJD86gxwDhnJriaiFsxe84MgNVZteh9i_YZe55fNeosQNPbn7H4xBoYRFP2k5vXTjjrHghVPRxZ5n/s200/DSCN0271.JPG" /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Exit 55a – we shopped for groceries and cooking supplies.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329927001177184018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKvA0EcucC7Iet78sI0PCpFK4SD2EkI8E1I3MPTA64pZTpcXSM9qplm6dsQKPyX1TUp-EK57fojcDYwQPkaINx6DN_7bCiC5gY7iGEkZBz3HSC-ggjB3-w0W2D-vb04S0f-ZsRS4WgsawZ/s200/DSCN0272.JPG" /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"> Exit 1 – we cooked, served and dined with the 55 residents of Bailey-Holt House (NYC’s first residence for people living with AIDS).</span></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"> </span><span style="color:#cc9933;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329927185895377762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqwUc9KFDML406p-er7T8Qun5ncKqovKrZMZX-lqU3_wzfp8v5Ch595HrrzjqDp13IpF5Gmc2Pb7Sm-kaggnzXnJEHa-OOjqtR1WN91fvhIugwABibvGEioRTNc2EqZ28jt7LB5x0jgQw/s200/DSCN0292.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68msDm4z2yeu_ygP4HT7rMCzdi0Jc88Q0BrWcj5OXaH0D3X9fMSHvrTYcC0GMkzhnuVrX_hzgTdANrs0wmI3Vf8uoEJcjbsXWb_h3hyphenhyphen_2J6NhhS3YOXwb67QUwSfe80Gl35sHrptizstx/s1600-h/DSCN0301.JPG"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329928115597735682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68msDm4z2yeu_ygP4HT7rMCzdi0Jc88Q0BrWcj5OXaH0D3X9fMSHvrTYcC0GMkzhnuVrX_hzgTdANrs0wmI3Vf8uoEJcjbsXWb_h3hyphenhyphen_2J6NhhS3YOXwb67QUwSfe80Gl35sHrptizstx/s200/DSCN0301.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-size:180%;"> Isaiah 58:</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday.The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame.</span><br /></span><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">You will be like a well-watered garden,like a spring whose waters never fail.</span></p><span style="color:#cc9933;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329928486903632818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglg_Gp_r3NtOokmzJlmQd1FtvlVh3Y563Ks7POSOyjzggHz58Hf4soObv6uYLFzTZYswOTVyOhksS95NF0OzExijJi4FKH2VsQ07f6_C2uc5Gk86vGsaRZw3-MbxOF9wJS1CY79hKFPe1x/s200/DSCN0305.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329928584332698994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj1klFKkDTp6l8g4DlKe7T-mt229x75Fj0XUWkGAroAzzSUs_wEKTEu5sMAHStgTuLUjL1rQnBjslx8ZxVvB1N4IO7pA0JuDW11tYwyUzrvtmoVvWa-eELFtZp4STayEAq-eIR1P-otNlk/s200/DSCN0306.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329928828118074386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-_chRXZtHLLZQiweJ4en43ZLb17H35XsqpvmcBGOf02ff28Ru_pm9W7X5uIo7X1xy1irUmnb_WVNYM966CylLCa4ZXLM7FbAzmnrFtS6gO5anhIn0v61m3ASUqteSwsdMIAiXQB7YOw6/s200/DSCN0308.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /></span><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></p>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-88923392654289215902009-04-19T14:48:00.000-07:002009-04-21T09:31:32.221-07:00Exit 7 Bordentown Jesus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSi0YelyxpBuF-dUxO6oXRDc2VdJMr_0uP4sVZq4oePHlgjiO8lXZ6Y1CdqbB9EyPasy9K6O-hHwse91JMDFYiJE2-BlyLGGqb0hC2G9hYvd7TdieMq-9-F0UgJh4iNPwiEq4d4_NTrGa/s1600-h/i-095_nb_exit_007_01.jpg"><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326523685529715458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSi0YelyxpBuF-dUxO6oXRDc2VdJMr_0uP4sVZq4oePHlgjiO8lXZ6Y1CdqbB9EyPasy9K6O-hHwse91JMDFYiJE2-BlyLGGqb0hC2G9hYvd7TdieMq-9-F0UgJh4iNPwiEq4d4_NTrGa/s200/i-095_nb_exit_007_01.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><br /></span><div><br /><div><div><div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">Quincy Adams, Thomas Paine and the King of Naples and Spain, Joseph Bonaparte all called this humble town of Bordentown home. It is now known as the little town with all those churches.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">Strolling down that quaint little Farnsworth Avenue with its sweet shops and churches got me thinking of those songs with the sweet Jesus lyrics:</span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jGdJK5Hm5JzRBXy6_hTTVR9pibWrPcUyqRn8Rmq5ULue2Kwajg8S3o1NxcsmtDipYFyaHsFuJPjFoIyiwLeTYBf9N3rztCQf4Z7ZnNTI-1G71hM8guXUW6Y0osI97OO2aNMCOoLFHeh2/s1600-h/Sweet%2520Jesus.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326523145016025858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jGdJK5Hm5JzRBXy6_hTTVR9pibWrPcUyqRn8Rmq5ULue2Kwajg8S3o1NxcsmtDipYFyaHsFuJPjFoIyiwLeTYBf9N3rztCQf4Z7ZnNTI-1G71hM8guXUW6Y0osI97OO2aNMCOoLFHeh2/s200/Sweet%2520Jesus.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"><em>Every day with Jesus is sweeter than the day before.<br />Every day with Jesus, I love Him more and more;<br />Jesus saves and keeps me, and He's the One I'm waiting for.<br />Every day with Jesus is sweeter than the day before. </em></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><em>Sweet Jesus, my Savior,you are my faithful friend You made me, you know me You see my every sin And my soul is amazed by this gift of your grace And these arms that take me in Sweet Jesus, my Savior, You are my faithful friend.</em> </span></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">Jesus is the sweetest name I know,<br />And He’s just the same as His lovely Name,<br />And that’s the reason why I love Him so;<br />Oh, Jesus is the sweetest name I know.<br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"><em>Nothing in this world<br />could ever take your place<br />always in your arms<br />just to live in your love<br />Sweet Jesus. </em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">Then I stumbled across this: Anti Theft-Virtuous Vanilla-Sweet Jesus-Air Freshener-</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326523295409889954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJ2nZRyA5QOkzTDveKVj5PxTxCfhEnP-KzvJTwE005Ue_iqFEK_K-j-F5hStN5JG-189ePZ-P2vYmFx2PDGMtANSIdRkjvGccFTAtnQLwET8vCevSLVsikvOQVY2wNlG1zTmuWPr8j-tK/s200/miami076.jpg" /> Who would have thought that Jesus was in the sweet smelling car protection business? Forget The Club, if I was looking to jack a car and read, "This Car is Protected by Jesus," I’d move on for sure.<br /></span><p><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">Psalm 19:<br />The ordinances of the LORD are sure<br />and altogether righteous. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;">They are more precious than gold,<br />than much pure gold;<br />they are sweeter than honey,<br />than honey from the comb.</span></p></div></div></div></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-67460047034204948212009-04-11T17:31:00.000-07:002009-04-11T17:44:22.300-07:00Exit 13B Tromaville Jesus<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistD_DD-wNHJoUUX_ZfYp9wUc_oYn2oNjBGWZIhnnY39c22iU3YPvlLNcFHP9oYaASuCUQPa5ndCJVJMRgS8IWvoVPI8oJ1mf2vzGcRsQ6x7lWGgD1eqbTezeq7JmSDcf9fwDRuxECB6fV/s1600-h/RoccoTromavillesign.jpg"><span style="color:#009900;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323597104410959522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistD_DD-wNHJoUUX_ZfYp9wUc_oYn2oNjBGWZIhnnY39c22iU3YPvlLNcFHP9oYaASuCUQPa5ndCJVJMRgS8IWvoVPI8oJ1mf2vzGcRsQ6x7lWGgD1eqbTezeq7JmSDcf9fwDRuxECB6fV/s200/RoccoTromavillesign.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#009900;"><br /></span><div><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#009900;">As the web site for Toxic Avenger the Musical, states: <em>Tromaville is one exit you don’t want to take off the New Jersey Turnpike.</em></span></span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">The opening song goes like this:</span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZkYu5IVRgKQ0BQ1KS3hXiuyRPcHMCxFOdEmOt7fWCDR5bcWb_HHQ6rwoYbMSe-OlUWSKLCVI3dFLMliE5A5jIkLHNTfeF0wt4lRz497QdFzwsrEBoCz1zHUpn7Nr55jZW6Ntckyw0qgJr/s1600-h/Toxic0513s.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 205px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323597324192191378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZkYu5IVRgKQ0BQ1KS3hXiuyRPcHMCxFOdEmOt7fWCDR5bcWb_HHQ6rwoYbMSe-OlUWSKLCVI3dFLMliE5A5jIkLHNTfeF0wt4lRz497QdFzwsrEBoCz1zHUpn7Nr55jZW6Ntckyw0qgJr/s200/Toxic0513s.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><br /><br /><br /></span><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">There’s a place between heaven and hell</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Don’t need a map, just follow the smell</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">A place filled with filthy air</span><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">A place full of dark despair</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">A place you have no prayer</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">A place called, New Jersey, the Garden State.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Who will save New Jersey?</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">We’re dying for some air</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">There’s no hope in New Jersey</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Does anybody care?</span><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Lord, we need a favor</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">We need a sappy Savior</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">But who? Who?</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Hard to believe, but some of the plot may have been plucked right out of the Good Book.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">A humble, mild-mannered Melvin tries to pour a little love on the town of Tromaville. He attempts to show people the way but the town’s dastardly Mayor -her big song is "Evil is Hot"- along with the Establishment want none of it and condemn this innocent man to a toxic death. Left for dead, he rises from the toxic sludge with a higher purpose and little green tinting with an eye that can’t seem to stay in its socket. He’s not a pretty sight but in the end his message of love endures; he saves the earth for all of mankind. </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Isaiah 53</strong>:He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,<br />nothing in his appearance that we should desire him. </span></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">He was despised and rejected by men,<br />a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering. </span></p><br /><br /><br /><p> </p></div></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-38323014388881531552009-04-04T19:23:00.000-07:002009-04-04T19:43:48.456-07:00Exit 4A South Beach Jesus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdONqOKaayT7UtPoP-P9vkMCSAebOxHJsFB5nPAdVPjpTUtH5ie6Zw4vbiAenpLZVW0OONqyzzH0wMSa01pmADNCjGf6S0kZOGqlcdX9I_JXbRyVRFlpL2MWtpdRMEXyDMcSBzk2J3qcL1/s1600-h/i-195_fl_wt_10+(WinCE).jpg"><span style="color:#999900;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 72px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321028581966795090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdONqOKaayT7UtPoP-P9vkMCSAebOxHJsFB5nPAdVPjpTUtH5ie6Zw4vbiAenpLZVW0OONqyzzH0wMSa01pmADNCjGf6S0kZOGqlcdX9I_JXbRyVRFlpL2MWtpdRMEXyDMcSBzk2J3qcL1/s200/i-195_fl_wt_10+(WinCE).jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#999900;"> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Y</span>ou know I wasn’t going to be leaving South Beach, Miami without f<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9M_uV6Dfc9KJOstDZUt_FHlqQKV5JhIbYI1RENoR_hzXGVbaxaEgUHMQWxqFvIJ__Yq4xolBCHYxvubn_9r4ZHl6flL8h9ob1Gh_8bb52CEQVfr1KrEJoqAuYH_POhNXDO0gVOhIWUkQc/s1600-h/CANRIVNZCAJ5JF6UCA9O0NAGCATM1XE6CAK9ZER7CA5O1BQ4CAJ7NSLOCA67UVW5CAXJ4NFICA5O69J2CA73K7ZWCAHPQ4PICAA7PCCFCA0ZR3HSCAMIMW1RCALMYGNICASC5BLLCA2TSPSOCAM7T5Q2CA22HGHV+(WinCE).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 89px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321028821805070674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9M_uV6Dfc9KJOstDZUt_FHlqQKV5JhIbYI1RENoR_hzXGVbaxaEgUHMQWxqFvIJ__Yq4xolBCHYxvubn_9r4ZHl6flL8h9ob1Gh_8bb52CEQVfr1KrEJoqAuYH_POhNXDO0gVOhIWUkQc/s200/CANRIVNZCAJ5JF6UCA9O0NAGCATM1XE6CAK9ZER7CA5O1BQ4CAJ7NSLOCA67UVW5CAXJ4NFICA5O69J2CA73K7ZWCAHPQ4PICAA7PCCFCA0ZR3HSCAMIMW1RCALMYGNICASC5BLLCA2TSPSOCAM7T5Q2CA22HGHV+(WinCE).jpg" /></a>inding some funky Jesus related item. We’re all familiar with the ICHTHUS fish – that early Christian symbol: Jesus Christ, God’s Son, Savior…</span> </span><div><div><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="font-size:180%;">W</span>e also are well aware that several disciples were local fishermen and that Jesus would change their lives to become fishers of men. But what I found just off Collins Avenue baffled me just a bit: The Crucifix Fish. </span></span></p><span style="color:#999900;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321029186032106514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSezwiql8YG5BzllMIfq1Yglbf8FOpRjRdoMbzSJOpaDKN9yLBYbfvw8fgj5c3WfIeQ66Tdim4HqVYEyJkTMQte2e93Yk_Jj29Ot5O5aXPyAed3ZNV5WnqyqFYA1V13bomPXSzuM5_SwN1/s200/!cid__0328091757+(WinCE).jpg" /> </span><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span>o my great dismay, my cell phone camera couldn’t pick up the back-story and I just knew it had to be a doosey. Then I found this link which explained it all: </span><a href="http://www.seashellcity.com/sealife/legends.html"><span style="color:#999900;">http://www.seashellcity.com/sealife/legends.html</span></a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#999900;"><span style="font-size:180%;">As</span> all good trips must come to an end, when I saw this sign, I knew I was back home.</span></span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-wcCfPGdooNx1Johpz3JWDuaDW1ExAe8s2SokxkXo6roSE5JMTr5Q1-IAsKkCjLNbhip3tlpSI84Ngvz5Iiiq-YBo-LfjYA6vkokZKyYWYabJlJDBn-kos9RRFsBGxDoKEJZBrLfDNGk/s1600-h/!cid__0325091221+(WinCE).jpg"><span style="color:#999900;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321029562416893826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-wcCfPGdooNx1Johpz3JWDuaDW1ExAe8s2SokxkXo6roSE5JMTr5Q1-IAsKkCjLNbhip3tlpSI84Ngvz5Iiiq-YBo-LfjYA6vkokZKyYWYabJlJDBn-kos9RRFsBGxDoKEJZBrLfDNGk/s200/!cid__0325091221+(WinCE).jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#999900;"><br /><br /></span><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/passage/?book_id=22&chapter=5&verse=11&version=31&context=verse"><span style="color:#999900;">Job 5:11</span></a><span style="color:#999900;"> "The lowly he sets on high, and those who mourn are lifted to safety."<span style="font-size:85%;">***see link above</span></span></span></p></div></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-92026321705523293502009-03-29T15:52:00.000-07:002009-03-29T16:21:50.481-07:00Exit 1 Miami Jesus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKygCPuUtzcVs3cC9VNI_dqn0F7z8F1-0rTyE-baW9Fj6uHzftv-uAFKWURW8R_W4P8zYwFNTC7v2ZHVIFYExLZmZQryWDhT4BgdKHqAVqVimyiuRf50L-RsXyY_hqWk4bPdrT23NYqRka/s1600-h/i-195_fl_wt_07+(WinCE).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318751076292615474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKygCPuUtzcVs3cC9VNI_dqn0F7z8F1-0rTyE-baW9Fj6uHzftv-uAFKWURW8R_W4P8zYwFNTC7v2ZHVIFYExLZmZQryWDhT4BgdKHqAVqVimyiuRf50L-RsXyY_hqWk4bPdrT23NYqRka/s200/i-195_fl_wt_07+(WinCE).jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><p><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I realize Miami is not in New Jersey but I’m here at the week-long Miami Music Festival so there. </span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ2DjXVgNA0rbA_lve-Md1K1HBRXXhmJUnM49oO2ND7op2SYXDMn9iMEXo6LK8XM9HuG5ikCudxFNgww1xaFRHrcHT-86nOXR7mlq9Psox6wiRU0r1aRIKGPmE9ix4_BDpiqllVOYNBgX-/s1600-h/miami070+(WinCE).jpg"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 88px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318750874353531442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ2DjXVgNA0rbA_lve-Md1K1HBRXXhmJUnM49oO2ND7op2SYXDMn9iMEXo6LK8XM9HuG5ikCudxFNgww1xaFRHrcHT-86nOXR7mlq9Psox6wiRU0r1aRIKGPmE9ix4_BDpiqllVOYNBgX-/s200/miami070+(WinCE).jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><p><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">This non-stop international DJ fest is the last place I would expect to find Jesus but hey, he always does show up in the most unlikely of places.</span></p><p><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As I scoped the uber-trendy rooftop party at the ultra-cool Ganvesort South…it was the usual seen and be seen scene. Mr. DJ was doing his thing and then I heard it: (thump, thump, thump) <em>For Father, Son and Holy Ghost</em> (thump, thump, thump) <em>For</em> <em>Father, Son and Holy Ghost</em>…What do you know? The Trinity was in the house!</span></p><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 82px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318751558617892530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGRv0EAg5FhIafWtMB5NChBUdwCBjdbz0nAY0yKGsKfF_CFtkUkMN220vycD1CFYJ2hCTJd25oL-ynM872jgLhYaUJdQizRq9XwzrRaJSeeuNInk4gLXagJpFAFw_Zz5xJclmYg1I8soD/s200/dscn0192+(2)+(WinCE).jpg" /> </span><p><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Then it was off to downtown for the White Room party. As the cab pulled off Exit 1, I felt right at home. There, DJ Roy Davis Jr. was spinning, <em>To my God who was</em> C<em>rucified</em>, and I was starting to believe in the whole God is a DJ thing.</span></p><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318751814928538882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDPbpG7ODMrOeRZDMePho1phVODbHnsTizqJhjFGFrQ39Jv5wP-SvwBW4KLo6LMssmOHFkiBjXL0RZMGgb1AafE0bN8yNaCdMJzwTS5epsRHlz2AtPNgk-M_Zb8o4jskGllq45dbYOm7gE/s200/dscn0216+(2)+(WinCE).jpg" /><br /></span><p><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Next on the turntables (well, they use computers these days) was Todd Edwards spinning, <em>Face to Face</em>. The musical encounter of his meeting, well, who else? Jesus. </span></p><p><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I guess all the religion was a bit much for the Miami police as they pulled the plug (literally) at 3:30am for a local noise violation.</span></span></span></p><p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/passage/?book_id=49&chapter=19&verse=40&version=31&context=verse"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">Luke 19:40</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"><br />"I tell you," he replied, "if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out."<br /></span></p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></span></div></div></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-38802930003473093432009-03-21T09:02:00.000-07:002009-03-22T06:57:44.807-07:00Exit 0 Manhattan Jesus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-3grbfFzJ0Xdx3tvV_Sz89P6mTMHWXxO2RYsMBvMuI8aCbqBB3VrrV1_oAUrR0Z2mTNGPe-zPM3XBox3P1NEHgU5LI7nLmGqRi8ykwdu80T8HGkccQ332jrT4sFUolYh_MRUpI0IepD_9/s1600-h/4691253v2_150x150_Front+(WinCE).jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-3grbfFzJ0Xdx3tvV_Sz89P6mTMHWXxO2RYsMBvMuI8aCbqBB3VrrV1_oAUrR0Z2mTNGPe-zPM3XBox3P1NEHgU5LI7nLmGqRi8ykwdu80T8HGkccQ332jrT4sFUolYh_MRUpI0IepD_9/s200/4691253v2_150x150_Front+(WinCE).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315787278637910962" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwlpcsVGgo_6dlaXa7jy5hETZSlStgERZSs9AFBkrPpqBteT2yLQvjwmqO8AvpRyK_BNwmpArembegB6HeJsd2bC0kinRJmGGqtefvAJVjHmXp2Ql010XOfzWsFZX5bcAVmJ6fKylhyphenhyphenilv/s200/logo200.jpg" /> A friend recently told me that a famous Christian preacher is prophesizing that God will inflict fires on Manhattan to destroy the island because of its sin. Oh, really? </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">As I walked along East 15th Street, what I saw literally stopped me in my tracks. Drum roll from heaven please…The Trinity Broadcasting Network. Dang! Right here on East 15th. Who would have thunked it? Surely God wouldn’t burn down Manhattan where his own TV </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">network </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">films. Then again</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">, the film crew c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ould be the first on the scene to witness the event…never</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">mind. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrqUNF2bADg6i3TMiv9rsmQVLjTKVHsLTqV4HV2ncAaJKJsQD0xLxcdcwYNBuUkqpscC7mk9M7GOeSxHg7J8Da-kEZg0P9fjZsrFU-Di-i3cgae6ibG0J_LeVK74uUkpmAwWEMNT_6WTv/s200/!cid__0228091343a+(WinCE)+(WinCE).jpg" /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Directly across the street was a theater housing the play, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">This Beautiful City</span>. Of all things it’s a musical about the Christianization of Colorado Springs. Off B’way ain’t what it used to be. Surely those divine flames would spare this venue.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaDnqHHXMMh59UodtegJq8LcBuUZ8S46hry9ZjDs9mZzvI3pNYIIZ6ulg3V1GAu1eygBgdklAx5GZpRkP5OjqGlVMVm_gKWUAnn5pFrGRFh0Dts_cvUvOvmfmRRffLwxvAE4ko7tB0qYpp/s200/!cid__0228091343+(Small).jpg" /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Now that got me thinking of this beautiful city whose streets I roamed.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Let’s see now, Times Square Church actually began the revival of 42nd Street long before the Disney invasion. The street that once housed over 50 Triple X theaters- the only nakedness there now is the Naked Cowboy (who actually isn’t even naked) Oh yeah, TSC reached so many Manhattanites for Christ that it had to relocate to bigger digs a few blocks uptown.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Redeemer Presbyterian Church, which began as a small group of believers to reach the city for Christ, now has so many Manhattan locations you literally need a subway map to locate them all. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">There are more Christian and secular organizations and groups who serve the poor and needy, sick and elderly here than any other city.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Ezekiel 16:49</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Exit 0 photo: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a href="http://www.cafepress.com/whatexit"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">www.cafepress.com/ whatexit</span></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-10751927641960739182009-03-14T14:36:00.000-07:002009-03-14T20:56:07.765-07:00Exit 8 NJTP Freehold Jesus<p><span style="font-size:180%;">New Jersey</span> may be the only state in the Union without an official State Anthem, but anyone who lives here knows we were all <em>Born to Run</em> (nothing says I love NJ better than a song about fleeing the state). And that brings us to Freehold Borough, home to The Boss: Bruce Springsteen, not to be confused with Freehold Township, home to Kal Penn of <em>Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle </em>fame<em>.</em></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCHW2Xh5lKnF5a_VtcPQLS-veU9abSmCC4mxR1mioOQoDsTqHx5tteKf6LJXyBojY9kHJI4Hk_PcAPhHJUZX8AwPPiV6bz45XgmvNSa-L-ukfPzAcDYi3HxglRBKfFdNvbc_d1cANuPQxa/s1600-h/born-to-run-eric-meola-the-unseen-photos+(WinCE).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313161803899789618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCHW2Xh5lKnF5a_VtcPQLS-veU9abSmCC4mxR1mioOQoDsTqHx5tteKf6LJXyBojY9kHJI4Hk_PcAPhHJUZX8AwPPiV6bz45XgmvNSa-L-ukfPzAcDYi3HxglRBKfFdNvbc_d1cANuPQxa/s200/born-to-run-eric-meola-the-unseen-photos+(WinCE).jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;">The</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">Boss </span>immortalized this town forever with the song, <em>My Hometown</em> from his Born in the USA album but the hometown fav actually is his rendition of <em>Jersey Girl</em> (big hair and all). But alas, there still room for a bit of Jesus in this Central Jersey town, and this Jesus gets bigger over time with a little H2O.</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnPaSwSxJf4fGcFp13-Zxat9-8VoFghDhC0JJCFt_XQTAToXiQHQPSQDAY-sfV1gJajUZy8Dx1SboYAT74cd95xM9Sq6UPbrj_6tiVjuNNmbmLB3EhMxDaZZNJk0li3NA5abfX8iqp8Pf/s1600-h/DSCN0155+(WinCE).JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313163478019582274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnPaSwSxJf4fGcFp13-Zxat9-8VoFghDhC0JJCFt_XQTAToXiQHQPSQDAY-sfV1gJajUZy8Dx1SboYAT74cd95xM9Sq6UPbrj_6tiVjuNNmbmLB3EhMxDaZZNJk0li3NA5abfX8iqp8Pf/s200/DSCN0155+(WinCE).JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;">There’s a company in Freehold, which markets the "Grow Your Own Jesus" with the tag, "because he’s awesome!" We all know Jesus famously walked on water, but this mini-Jesus needs to be put in a glass of water to grow (for 10 days, to be exact). This made-in-China "toy" comes with a choking hazard warning along with a "bonus mini bible". For real. </span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniQlMtSYh59c1WFG_V4DB2Gi3K54FUOfit1KfBWF2xfMlJUP7Nd9PyOP7hme62IiN41GGMkgrZPR_irkFkNtI50UcTe11bXI2mUUajtfhIaFxIQ1agKhmh6PnaXvggaCx-9DI_AD5KgW_/s1600-h/rscn0151+(WinCE).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313163689757064738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniQlMtSYh59c1WFG_V4DB2Gi3K54FUOfit1KfBWF2xfMlJUP7Nd9PyOP7hme62IiN41GGMkgrZPR_irkFkNtI50UcTe11bXI2mUUajtfhIaFxIQ1agKhmh6PnaXvggaCx-9DI_AD5KgW_/s200/rscn0151+(WinCE).jpg" /></a><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;">As Christians stateside smuggle the Holy Scriptures into China, the Chinese seem to have no problem shrinking it down and exporting it back into the global economy. Though this version has a picture of the Garden of Eden smack in between I & II Corinthians, nonetheless, passages from all 66 books of the bible are well represented in the proper order.</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;">The back packaging of this product even comes with this note: <i>If you pray this prayer of salvation with true conviction and heart, you are now a follower of Jesus and have entered the family of God. </i>It is then followed by the "Sinner’s Prayer" – word for word. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313163864887838578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw28vF6RgcFkoBWfHPUUDjv8KrGEkO-SyiwjVLZtAC6ml3OpPZxn5FCjq1LCArKr3OxCX2rNDft9-xmZa0Wf7vtSCwUK9FWu-CU6HmojJjclvUsommOV9M7LFBePjGsZRrCEU7Muh19-2V/s200/RSCN0154+(WinCE).JPG" /></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Matthew 1:21 from the mini-bible: "Thou shalt call his name JESUS for he shall save his people from their sins."</strong></span></p>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-13720481773670502992009-03-07T17:06:00.000-08:002009-03-07T17:17:06.287-08:00Exit 151 GSP Montclair Jesus Pt 4<div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQBhZ6xUNms37B5G_IbkB3xQUWqcbOusWBbLvfDj9B9aH68RTZC9PfeI6WxPNG-Zao5NJvzfKGLEG8AEwXPc3FtHBLliKkfCdouP28-NfYAn9yrxHS_2_AFUdKZaC-lpYs_8kFFDgdDwT/s1600-h/DSCN0108+(WinCE).JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310617889560424642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQBhZ6xUNms37B5G_IbkB3xQUWqcbOusWBbLvfDj9B9aH68RTZC9PfeI6WxPNG-Zao5NJvzfKGLEG8AEwXPc3FtHBLliKkfCdouP28-NfYAn9yrxHS_2_AFUdKZaC-lpYs_8kFFDgdDwT/s200/DSCN0108+(WinCE).JPG" /></a> <span lang="en-us"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#9999ff;">Funny thing, there seems to be more Jesus products at Urban Outfitters in Montclair than at the Jesus Bookstore in Edison. Go figure. And though the Pocket Jesus retails for $6.00, it rang up 99 cents. Oh happy day.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheTmjBFVBCIyCRCS-vUeo5Ji-xbKeCGi7hDfJ1hN0ztFArAezjxrltP2f5k4p3oXI5bq9iLx7aAAIIca5T_Yt8FrGi3ehgyR7XTK7oXwSVpxUfj8IEX0AdYbo9W3MD4Y_bYUH6qJZqrbNZ/s1600-h/RSCN0130+(WinCE).JPG"><span style="color:#9999ff;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 138px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310618140777816530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheTmjBFVBCIyCRCS-vUeo5Ji-xbKeCGi7hDfJ1hN0ztFArAezjxrltP2f5k4p3oXI5bq9iLx7aAAIIca5T_Yt8FrGi3ehgyR7XTK7oXwSVpxUfj8IEX0AdYbo9W3MD4Y_bYUH6qJZqrbNZ/s200/RSCN0130+(WinCE).JPG" /></span></a></span></span> <div><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><span style="color:#9999ff;"><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-size:180%;">One side of the Pocket Jesus box has a kinda cool Jesus pic looking all masculine in a stained-glass kind of way. “Put a little faith in your pocket with Jesus,” reads another side. Then I hit pay-dirt “Bonus: Inspirational Quote” and “Bonus Bumper Sticker” included. And just think, all for less than a dollar. This is better than a value meal at Mickey Ds!</span></span> </span></p><p align="left"><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#9999ff;">Take a look at the bonus bumper sticker:</span></p><span style="color:#9999ff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 91px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310618531147974946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKK-bugHf-dkprm9pYr5MJtUWtALRW3i5WbfxZ9Ns73CdfkwWbnIxwsMZ45UqjbwA_A1t18-566U3ePXVbeNYUKmVWD0e7K2KKb-kwgJhwZboR9d_bVoJHo1X-R-350a4xHdYzOZSh-WY4/s200/DSCN0110+(WinCE).JPG" /></span></span></span> <p align="left"><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;">Way too cool.</span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#9999ff;"><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-size:180%;"> This is going straight to my Jeep. </span></span><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-size:180%;">And the best was the Inspirational Quote:</span></span></span></p><p align="left"><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"><em><strong>I am the Way, Truth and Life. </strong></em></span></span></p><p align="left"><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;">Now I don't have to look for a verse for the post!</span></span></p></div></div></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-16042952323025699662009-02-28T07:48:00.000-08:002009-02-28T08:14:45.868-08:00Exit 151 GSP Montclair Jesus Pt 3<div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbUO2uTaqotDJbziTwvlGKpEEQyYe4ieRLnscN_ALFo4tLs8Rt0uSa2Qxu8lATI4RUFBvQDMRFMF5ILGhIszP1d44MbhY9WA0lZuidijMXEGPoUd8XG7n5Fdsj5tBPdtTqYVwdoviVQSg/s1600-h/DSCN0112+(WinCE).JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307879424081128130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbUO2uTaqotDJbziTwvlGKpEEQyYe4ieRLnscN_ALFo4tLs8Rt0uSa2Qxu8lATI4RUFBvQDMRFMF5ILGhIszP1d44MbhY9WA0lZuidijMXEGPoUd8XG7n5Fdsj5tBPdtTqYVwdoviVQSg/s200/DSCN0112+(WinCE).JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">Any </span><span style="font-size:130%;">excuse to check out the coolness of Urban Outfitters is just fine with me, so when Pastor John e-mailed me inquiring about the Band-Aid Jesus, I just had to go there to pick him up a box. Good thing I went when I did, Band-Aid Jesus was almost sold-out!</span><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Pastor John will be receiving the last box.</span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">I grabbed that box and made a mad dash for the register. I was greeted by a heavily facial-pierced 20-something who tried in vain to ring it up. "Sir, I’m sorry, the register is having problems with Jesus today, the Jesus is showing an error." "That’s fine, I can wait" I said, and that’s when it caught my eye. Off in the distance I spotted a bowl filled with "Pocket <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdV5wZWfb74FGHSAOWxCSKz3A1rxaqUVuC7lGvccnPGdmxhs7eDtVl3uJgtccUeYpz0Xm1eDr0BXb-BxrPxUZ4rTJLmTwxWQrhMytPAmAi5CtvaHm2ebWwdgkC3YueUevEgeHIuj3-i0mr/s1600-h/!cid__0224091157+(WinCE).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307880164715802482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdV5wZWfb74FGHSAOWxCSKz3A1rxaqUVuC7lGvccnPGdmxhs7eDtVl3uJgtccUeYpz0Xm1eDr0BXb-BxrPxUZ4rTJLmTwxWQrhMytPAmAi5CtvaHm2ebWwdgkC3YueUevEgeHIuj3-i0mr/s200/!cid__0224091157+(WinCE).jpg" /></a>Calming Buddha’s" but my Jesus-sense told me there just had to be a "Pocket Jesus" somewhere in that bowl. I lunged for the bowl and my eyes beheld one solitary, <em>Pocket Jesus</em> <em>Heals</em>. I guess the trendy people of Montclair would rather having a healing Jesus in their pocket than a calming Buddha. Well, frankly, so do I.</span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Back to the cashier chick: "I can’t ring the band-aids under ‘Jesus’, I can only ring it up under "the humping bunny band-aid". I can’t make this stuff up. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9Mrpn4I6A57V8jhG1ygaQADjgmMEu7Sf4VdboliOZwtntTEg9i2WsOszu3zycOSIDJ_ur4kVYJ_KgtFWjFJ5sR82VAlGMfIdZnJsrZB5rHFuj-r9e3reXmTvBMhPtVD5erJxaWLBx86n/s1600-h/maplecraft069+(WinCE).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307882284983832194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9Mrpn4I6A57V8jhG1ygaQADjgmMEu7Sf4VdboliOZwtntTEg9i2WsOszu3zycOSIDJ_ur4kVYJ_KgtFWjFJ5sR82VAlGMfIdZnJsrZB5rHFuj-r9e3reXmTvBMhPtVD5erJxaWLBx86n/s200/maplecraft069+(WinCE).jpg" /></a>"But I’m buying the band-aids for Pastor John," I replied. "Do you think this will be a problem?" she asked. "Na<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPFjZcqOTAix3Cx2ztyejKyFhf1S2TAYNe90IIiubeEWH31OMCks5u7-4kj6Kw5LkWpn-OQWzR30vYZVwF400spK5kPzy4sAkhqVeXwlVVsKVjoPDcu_WPujKepfdRhkPtVNV9bQZl0bL/s1600-h/DSCN0106.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307880487345328130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPFjZcqOTAix3Cx2ztyejKyFhf1S2TAYNe90IIiubeEWH31OMCks5u7-4kj6Kw5LkWpn-OQWzR30vYZVwF400spK5kPzy4sAkhqVeXwlVVsKVjoPDcu_WPujKepfdRhkPtVNV9bQZl0bL/s200/DSCN0106.JPG" /></a>h, you know God talks much for about sex in the Bible than eternal damnation," I responded. She looked up with all her piercings and said, "Huh." "It’s all in the good book, you should read it sometime," and I left Urban Outfitters.</span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Matthew 22:29 </span><br /></p><br /><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">J</span><span style="font-size:130%;">esus replied, "You are in error because you do not know the Scriptures or the power of God."</span></strong><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Next week: the wonders packed into the little Pocket Jesus box. Hint: Little does Urban Outfitters know - they really know how to spread The Word.</span></p></div></div></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-50768619433221681572009-02-22T12:49:00.000-08:002009-02-22T13:03:32.259-08:00Exit 2 NJTP Elmer Jesus<div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5inuzsrs1yWnBJ_hTGu3Y2Axoos5qskrmW2SAZ6RIn7zPedC7ge9fhlq66ixZycV1IPklnwADe97c9gpfm11uCr1IkolcLPGONd_7OCdH2Lpbt-FG3fGgmocZWXXUttPHt8Xua-VfPKF/s1600-h/nj_tpk_sb_exit_002_05+(WinCE).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 84px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305727712454050690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5inuzsrs1yWnBJ_hTGu3Y2Axoos5qskrmW2SAZ6RIn7zPedC7ge9fhlq66ixZycV1IPklnwADe97c9gpfm11uCr1IkolcLPGONd_7OCdH2Lpbt-FG3fGgmocZWXXUttPHt8Xua-VfPKF/s200/nj_tpk_sb_exit_002_05+(WinCE).jpg" /></a> <div><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">L</span>ast night I watched the horror flick, <em><strong>Wrong Turn</strong></em>. It’s your typical adolescent-lost-in-the-woods-they-all-die (except for one) B movie. Today I took that wrong turn and ended up in Elmer. I came across this road sign and knew I was in trouble.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305727940646813698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEits4ZlCtGqF5zw22_CupxYi_6ESSWpO9PMys3e5Nfb_Qgp22wsLNDJHa0g8n4YJpOz26hzUxLf2W-FZLjDjWUUOARSuNGiDk97Fmwn4_I5wJEluNq-s8tLy90eGdYDCA9C5rX5leSXuavy/s200/ae+(WinCE).gif" /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Now I’ve lived in this beloved state for almost half a century and I’ve never heard of any place called, Elmer. I did spot a diner, so I knew I was still in Jersey. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDiKPbe2YugNmL-1hyphenhyphensEcX3Tdnc7BtPN0OOHWGEJaGwLR7f3Vi9_TjatWp4JByJG_SyuvLuoqEhMLiXa17nbp1kCKc0vvY37xx98ou1veGonD-a3AUqVfHdOBu65pIMle2hrhwkhImOUIj/s1600-h/2680156947_e75a568982_m.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305728358531852306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDiKPbe2YugNmL-1hyphenhyphensEcX3Tdnc7BtPN0OOHWGEJaGwLR7f3Vi9_TjatWp4JByJG_SyuvLuoqEhMLiXa17nbp1kCKc0vvY37xx98ou1veGonD-a3AUqVfHdOBu65pIMle2hrhwkhImOUIj/s200/2680156947_e75a568982_m.jpg" /></a>[Not that I was going to stop in for a cup of Joe].</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">If you look up the term, "Jersey Redneck" in the Urban Dictionary, this is what you’ll find: </span><br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Jersey rednecks typically dwell in backwoods areas within Philadelphian suburbs, where there is still plenty of rural land for the blue-collar folk. Almost every Jersey redneck owns a Chevy pickup truck, which they park in their "driveway", which is not really a driveway but an area of their lawn in which grass isn't growing. Their front yards are home to various appliances and</em> <em>vehicles that no longer function, somehow finding their way there. The origins of their slow southern accent is mysterious, though speculation reveals that it is probably from listening to too much Lynyrd Skynyrd. No one thought hicks lived so far north until the Jersey redneck was discovered.</em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">The Urban Dictionary ends with these ominous words, "There are more Jersey Rednecks than you once believed!" I’m thinking, "Help me Jesus." </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Then to my surprise, there he was, well, sort of. It wasn’t a Chevy pickup but it had Redneck written all over it. But at least the vehicle owners sure loved Jesus – even if they had a strange way of showing it.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFjwEfJmql2alPXuZNUgTLLw8nxTyhyphenhyphenJ4eQqJAD-rItfPJuRb4yCORiFqN6vircWdHG6fW1vaiQR7Ln6a91ZIO3COrtK0XgQRwQ4dUi94gWRfSc3kBdJCvFVQow8LCqwgFSl9aYYMkjt2/s1600-h/Jesus-Mobile.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305729115401857906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFjwEfJmql2alPXuZNUgTLLw8nxTyhyphenhyphenJ4eQqJAD-rItfPJuRb4yCORiFqN6vircWdHG6fW1vaiQR7Ln6a91ZIO3COrtK0XgQRwQ4dUi94gWRfSc3kBdJCvFVQow8LCqwgFSl9aYYMkjt2/s200/Jesus-Mobile.jpg" /></a></span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Isaiah 41:10 </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </p><p> </p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="WIDOWS: 2; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate; FONT: 12px 'Lucida Grande'; WHITE-SPACE: pre; ORPHANS: 2; LETTER-SPACING: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); WORD-SPACING: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0" class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thejerseytomato/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/thejerseytomato/</a> Elmer Diner Photo Credit</span></p></div></div></div></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-80164046311071301222009-02-13T14:36:00.000-08:002009-02-13T14:47:44.450-08:00Exit 151 GSP Montclair Jesus Part 2<span style="color:#99ff99;"> </span> <div><div><div><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#99ff99;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>W</strong></span>hile contemplating the healing power of Jesus, I logged on my computer and what do you know? There’s a website: </span><a href="http://healingpowerofjesus.com/"><span style="color:#99ff99;">http://healingpowerofjesus.com/</span></a><span style="color:#99ff99;"> One click on Jesus and instead of being healed, I was directed to provide a monetary donation. Huh?</span></span><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#99ff99;">Since it was an unseasonably beautiful February day I got up from my computer and I took a stroll over to Church Street in <span style="font-size:180%;">M</span>ontclair, walked by Christ Church and</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOocVhlwXunEGkcbgo6pTLS8BHkUHkxknbmCqFjsCLlPfSZTikjfK7uEa13Rxi9WywDkBOBeJ6Eh_zsc1M8Nny69hyhcbqs33UUwN3bRmxM6IHGI77_6bLBuWErQP1sD_fondYrJEAYyA1/s1600-h/DSCN0092+(WinCE).JPG"><span style="color:#99ff99;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 89px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302415702296192338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOocVhlwXunEGkcbgo6pTLS8BHkUHkxknbmCqFjsCLlPfSZTikjfK7uEa13Rxi9WywDkBOBeJ6Eh_zsc1M8Nny69hyhcbqs33UUwN3bRmxM6IHGI77_6bLBuWErQP1sD_fondYrJEAYyA1/s200/DSCN0092+(WinCE).JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#99ff99;"> straight into Urban Outfitters. What do you know? I found the healing power of Jesus in adhesive bandages, yes indeed: the"Jesus Band-Aid"was for sale: $6.00 for a box of 15 sterile strips. Unlike the website, at least this was practical concept. </span></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBLZ401O_av9dj4vFGvJdQFWb6-omlQg3h5EZ650rJ5Olb3Kk6nofr7blErSBEMCqdYG9xwysajsU4NEb8Q1cAnO8PMSDT2787HMMdOJvr3eG-W0HshdEo-PfJlSdziQhx8naC259QiQ7/s1600-h/DSCN0077+(WinCE).JPG"><span style="color:#99ff99;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302416155551461970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBLZ401O_av9dj4vFGvJdQFWb6-omlQg3h5EZ650rJ5Olb3Kk6nofr7blErSBEMCqdYG9xwysajsU4NEb8Q1cAnO8PMSDT2787HMMdOJvr3eG-W0HshdEo-PfJlSdziQhx8naC259QiQ7/s200/DSCN0077+(WinCE).JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#99ff99;">You know I just had to buy a box. And what do you know? It even came with a mini-healing Jesus - much better than anything I’ve ever got in a Cracker Jack box, by far! </span></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#99ff99;"><span style="font-size:130%;">So you know I did every thing to try to induce some minor bleeding just to have an excuse to use one of those strips, sick as I am. The bandage was even cooler than I envisioned. See:</span><br /></span><span style="color:#99ff99;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302416438120843106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfYu2tRDvRfd1LvIpJNc3CTSFLwLKYD0kmpjnwSv3qtb_ysnrUiJF3SS48rKzqmMXiZBXtMCcgc1KvsdvTKGTJSPyVgC7C1vnUlkPYflCczUtq85zt-VIR2FsLST8tHLl1dvlcM4EBKGGy/s200/DSCN0076+(WinCE).JPG" /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;">But hey, Jesus didn’t need bandages with his picture on them: </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"><em>And behold, a woman who had suffered from a flow of blood for twelve years came up behind Him and touched the fringe of His garment; For she kept saying to herself, If I only touch His garment, I shall be restored to health. Jesus turned around and, seeing her, He said, Take courage, daughter! Your faith has made you well. And at once the woman was restored to health. Matthew 9</em></span></p></div></div></div>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-22467339066451313212009-02-05T17:42:00.000-08:002009-02-05T18:01:20.391-08:00Was Exit 16W, Now Exit 15 E Jesus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKFdfAc8vrzwWqldaY-Cf1UCoLG-3PkBgSHAa2JX6fFG7Kbw1bCHpYp323Y9ELA4BbYK_REyQUoRZZyhr7QFBQre8C_S5cypuklPCCUpwtWKcV7YfmvVdQ2n53weDLM0N23XEQgFqkc8QS/s1600-h/p3535828p275w+(WinCE).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299495115868067746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKFdfAc8vrzwWqldaY-Cf1UCoLG-3PkBgSHAa2JX6fFG7Kbw1bCHpYp323Y9ELA4BbYK_REyQUoRZZyhr7QFBQre8C_S5cypuklPCCUpwtWKcV7YfmvVdQ2n53weDLM0N23XEQgFqkc8QS/s200/p3535828p275w+(WinCE).jpg" /></a> <div><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Ah</span>, leave it to a Christian sportswear company to rank on our beloved Jersey Devils. The Christian Throwback Jersey (Company) proclaims they are a proud sponsor of Jesus Christ – as opposed to New Jersey who sponsors Satan.</span><br /><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Sooo</span>, CTJ couldn’t just sit back and watch those boys from Jersey in their Devil uniforms </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_0BDcZLJnLVzdujRk0iZH58zxLS6XNFAB4airJ_tRIgSHh_9mwJEYUYgy6wGwH9Z0H7n0Z_Vz866lCtPmh0534Twms_Jb14B9qWxxulOiH8cASTTUGGiLC4QKxbbitbAG1BbDXv5peB-6/s1600-h/christianhockey+(WinCE).gif"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299495902960871298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_0BDcZLJnLVzdujRk0iZH58zxLS6XNFAB4airJ_tRIgSHh_9mwJEYUYgy6wGwH9Z0H7n0Z_Vz866lCtPmh0534Twms_Jb14B9qWxxulOiH8cASTTUGGiLC4QKxbbitbAG1BbDXv5peB-6/s200/christianhockey+(WinCE).gif" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">maneuver on and off the ice; they just had to make their own - more "Christian" hockey jersey.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">And yes, that’s John 3:16 on the back. </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Not to throw a wrench in anyone’s marketing plans, but as anyone from Jersey knows, the Devil on our jerseys does not refer to Satan himself, but to the Jersey Devil of the Jersey Pine Barrens, the official demon of NJ since 1933. (Yeah, yeah, other states have Official State flowers and birds, we do have a demon).</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">While I don’t think there will be a change in team jerseys any time soon, I think we can all agree on one thing with the TCTJ:</span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299496614959679426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizVRci_3DUt7a5VZBVck6L2IGJTvoFt-t2tkQAbOqiPlpg9XHH4tdMqiRh-rHCZiI2QIhrEBGfDaue_yj_UH-Px1AHLFfsgegRxLi_LqzI3FPjMm3WboKhdR29lMHpOik9wlPpjUUGikCn/s200/CANZXC9ICALVIRCGCA4H222RCAH13DU5CAVEB1R3CAD7OMTRCA0UF9P0CAQ4SWLDCAM0Z0K9CAUJO9BCCA2BB3IACA3LJO30CAX3LH4ICAUSRXFZCAY9MIH8CA22WUILCAGULUA1CA6GPITDCAWD45Q7CAN4F5QD.jpg" /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/passage/?book_id=51&chapter=2&verse=21&version=31&context=verse"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">Acts 2:21</span></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"><br />And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved. </span></p></div><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091288380929119035.post-48512848438523374482009-01-26T13:56:00.001-08:002009-01-26T14:18:14.404-08:00Exit 109 GSP Red Bank Jesus<span style="color:#999900;"><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQ-I5nGeq19Xr7SUBv38gar6H1EmRHFwYOgurziQsDVd8HXrEvSVh-Dt4DjUmmOp9GBgUTIJZ9JsqR8NVCpD1l8arm1xhMcq1YIe_3Ivj42GlN0sYNfZXgL59HacIsqwL55UZ3zk3efZ4/s1600-h/gsp_nb_exit_109_02+(WinCE).jpg"><span style="color:#999900;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 79px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295726020817710242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQ-I5nGeq19Xr7SUBv38gar6H1EmRHFwYOgurziQsDVd8HXrEvSVh-Dt4DjUmmOp9GBgUTIJZ9JsqR8NVCpD1l8arm1xhMcq1YIe_3Ivj42GlN0sYNfZXgL59HacIsqwL55UZ3zk3efZ4/s200/gsp_nb_exit_109_02+(WinCE).jpg" /></span></a><br /><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Red Bank,</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">NJ is home to film maker Kevin Smith’s Jay and Silent Bob’s Secret Stash (store). This downtown fixture has become its own icon unto itself as it houses its own Jesus icon: The Buddy Christ. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOec10aBDqpQshn1dKMhthF1gUovAGUiX2OjWs0aDPWZxFr6dAkZnDps1PONXywo4VNyEmnIWyzjDTAfpEJAKGcZ4gXI3pxu4FJYtRJ7Y_l4DEA3xef0RabJPfQrDmN3bgn9SVZbuhsvj0/s1600-h/dfd.JPG"><span style="color:#996633;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 102px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295725750666252018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOec10aBDqpQshn1dKMhthF1gUovAGUiX2OjWs0aDPWZxFr6dAkZnDps1PONXywo4VNyEmnIWyzjDTAfpEJAKGcZ4gXI3pxu4FJYtRJ7Y_l4DEA3xef0RabJPfQrDmN3bgn9SVZbuhsvj0/s200/dfd.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#996633;"><br /></span><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-size:130%;">While followers of The Way make pilgrimages to holy sites around the globe, the T-shirt and sandal crowd trek in from around the nation pay homage at Silent Bob's Secret Stash to catch a glimpse of The Buddy Christ (and occasionally Kevin Smith behind the register).<br /></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295726284306430338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jzCIgdM3dryh6AoH3eKUR-V2xE0W_4JKkVqXVW3-Xcsi2hkgbl74-7HIx_AF-cYXZjTuELQVoGffmbLNs_NY77FXHBTKoF1GGDw71w0TsOn8n_A7WAcjutM6-gMBHuumePuI1DdPXOKX/s200/l.jpg" /> <span style="font-size:130%;">Now this portrayal of Christ does elicit quite a response as is reprinted from a recent blog: </span><br /></span><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#996633;">-<em>This turns my stomach.This is an abomination from the pit of hell. </em></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:#996633;">-<em>Without a doubt, the most disrespectful, disgusting thing I've ever seen. Degrading the Lord Jesus Christ like this is Positively monstrous!!!</em> </span></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><p><br /><span style="color:#996633;"><em>-This is the result of creating false idols and teaching a false doctrine that Jesus is an "easy fix" and just wants you to do well and be blessed materially, emotionally, and financially</em>. </span></p><p><br /><span style="color:#996633;">-<em>May this "Christ" go quickly to the Graveyard of Relevance and may he never be resurrected.</em></span></p><p><br /><span style="color:#996633;">But one person may have gotten it right: </span></p><p><br /><em><span style="color:#996633;">-Just wanted to mention: "Buddy Christ" is a from a film called Dogma (Kevin Smith). The point that Smith was making when he introduced "Buddy Christ" is "Don't try and change religion to be 'relevant' with today's times - you'll look ridiculous.</span></em></p><p><br /><span style="color:#996633;">-<strong>Hebrews 13:8 Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;">Christ Buddy photo: </span><a href="http://www.yelp.com/user_details?userid=LFZn7jtMpFuAyVg8n8LPqA"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;">roderick A.</span></a></span></p>NewJerseyJesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06519844259659117396noreply@blogger.com5