The Enlightened 1

don't be stupid and trade up for Mark Sanchez. Don't do it. It's not worth it. We don't want him nor do we need him. Get an o-lineman. Get a defenseive end. Get an outside linebacker, but please don't trade away picks for Mark Sanchez. Do it for us. Sincerely, Redskin fans against stupid roster moves.

Sometimes we judge. Incorrectly. Quickly. At the expense of accuracy. I have to acknowledge my own shortcomings. The mirror is a little bit clearer. How many times have we seen a “church member” at the club? How many times have we caught a “Christian” doing something immoral. Certainly. It has happened. And it will continue to do so. Our reactions (particularly if we are not church-goers) are usually condemnation, ridicule and the typical “hypocrite”. There are very few times that we give a positive review. What we don’t usually think about is the journey; the journey that has brought that person to that particular place and time. Becoming a Christian or a believer, or whatever title does not instantly grant you some type of superpower to prevent you from slipping and falling. When we hear a Christian say cursing, do we ever think about what they may have been doing last year this time? This person may have been doing drugs, robbing old ladies, voting for George Bush, popping it for ...

The soul stirs, such bold words Reality checks, but no verbs This cold world, though gold hurled Is priceless like rolled pearls Told girls to be women, isn’t that the string in a hair ribbon Subtract the science and then minus the facts or the fiction Restrictions to diction, air restricted is an unknown affliction A prince is only offensive if he’s in another’s jurisdiction Picture the mind state of great Apes and look closely Proportionally wise and attired appropriately Emotionally inept yet with steps ordered as Christians Listen to the sound of pomp, circumstance and tradition A fitting crescendo, mentals quicken to blend souls The risk – low as angelic signals whisper innuendo I stand on the isle, I’ll ask the fabric the past Aisles of brashness in cold plastic cast The rashness of survival leaves pupils glazed over Display clovers in four dimensions til night and days over Bad luck and cold shoulders, rock bottom… Submerged boulders Can we just handle Life…I don’t know, ask the...