God

I hate Christians. I hate them. I can't deal with their constant displays of arrogance and sanctimony. The majority of them, with their perfect jobs, their perfect wives, their perfect kids and cars they put themselves so high. All I can ever see comming from these pretty looking people is how they are so much holier than thow because of how they go to church or how much they "help" poorer communities and people with the two or three dollars they give to a bum once every blue-moon. What was it that Jesus did again? That's right, he helped people and gave back to those less fortunate. These people who just go to church to show off thier new suv or how well their kids are doing are the biggest sinners of them all. They go to church or whatever form of worship they so choose, they sit down and pretend to sing along with the chorus while little Billy and Whittney sit next to each other poking and hitting each otherr all service. They don't do anything to help their fellow man, they don't give back shit, all they care about is themselves and their selfwish wishes. I'm a kid who never goes to church, I got tattoos on my fingers and blue dread-locks. Do I look like your typical Christian or worshiper? No. Do I do what other Christians do? No. I enjoy skateboarding, smoking reefer, and hopin on the good foot to do the bad thing with my ol' lady. Does that make me bad or less "Christian" than the next guy? I don't believe so, because to make up for it I'd do anything for anybody and never ask for nothing in return. Now I'm not trying to sound arrogant but I'm just saying, I ain't typical.
I hate the way the media and modern telivision and movies alike make people who believe in Jesus look. It's almost a shame to call yourself a "Christian" anymore because of all the hype and bullshit that's tied to it. The majority of people, when you say you are a Christian, look at you as if you grew a toe out of your nose and your some3 freakish leper because you choose to instead of selfishly just existing, believe in something more powerful and more beautiful than anything you could ever imagine. Most people will tell you they are a Christian for their own self-worth or to make themselves feel better about the family they just evicted or about that worthless bum outstretching his hand with shame in his eyes and they just turning away. This is not a Christian, this is not someone who(by no fault of tyheir own) have not seen the great and awsome power yet. I am lucky(blessed rather) to have seen this first hand. I was pronounced dead in the middle of the street for thirty seconds. That might not sound like too long, but to paramedics and parents alike, it is an enternity. I'm out of a coma and walking, talking, and wiping my own ass despite what the doctors and neurosurgeons said. I was supposed to(according to them) die or lay in a coma for the rest of my days having my poor mother tend to her in valid son for the rest of her days as well. I didn't. The only reason for this taking place a neurosurgeon told my family was because of God. Now these neurosurgeons have studied the brain and its functions for nearly half of their lives andf have put their sole trust and beliefs into medicine and textbooks. What happened to me and how I recovered went completely and totally against everything they had ever read about D.A.I.'s. Look it up, thats the kind of head injury I got. But not even all that got me to believe. I was still pig-headed and stubborn even after the gift of life I haD recieved. What really got to me personally actually took place on my escapades of allyways and the Salvation Army. I was walking down a lonely, dark street one hot and muggy Austin night. I had with me two dudes I had met a couple miles back. We'd been walking together for a while conversating about everything from beer to Pixie(this hippie that ran this hemp stand on the drag. She was pertty) until God came into the conversation. I started talking about how I really wasent sure about who or what was "up there" but I was definatly certauin there was indeed something there. The other guy we were with began to rail and chastise God saying there was none and even if there was, what good is He? This kids homeless, why should he believe in anything higher than himself? The other kid, the one who brought up God in the first place just smiled and shook his head almost solemly and turned and said to me, "you see man, you see how you don't write Him off in a single breath? Trust me bro, he sees that shit and you'll find your way, trust me, you will man."
I couldnt remember that kids name or even really what he looked like to save my life, but those words will stay with me until I die. This kid, who had nothing, no backpack, no food, no water bottle, was so happy and thankful at these "brand-new" pair of shoes he'd gotten from the drop-off. The drop-off was like Goodwill almost, people would drive by and "drop off" used and old items that had worn out their welcomes at their humble abode. He was so excited and so happy that he had shoes because he told me that before all he had was two pieces of cardboard and ducktape to protect his feet from the harshness of street living. I looked at this boy, so gratefull and content with what he DID have as opposed to miserable and bitter at the thought of what he DOESENT have and it changed me that night. It made me become very humble and just at peace with what was going on around me. I felt an overwelming sensation of calming and warmth take over my entire body. The only thing I could say to explain the cause of this feeling was that God himself was saying everything was alright and not to worry just yet. I could feel him carry me and support me forever since then.
After that kid said that to me I just hung my head in thought. Was this real? Is this God thing something to look into? Yes, yes it was. Every night on the street after that, I'd pray and just ask God to keep me safe. Sometimes I wonder what happened to that kid. I know for a fact he will never know the impression he left on me my uttering that small and insugnifficant statement.
I just hope that he's seen as many blessings in his life since then as I have.