tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71026542012-02-04T02:23:08.970-08:00All the believers were one in heart and mind. No one claimed that any of his possessions was his own, but they shared everything they had (Acts 4:32).Daniel Terroneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16513577036556436341noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102654.post-43260465335566663612010-06-15T18:34:00.000-07:002010-06-15T18:34:00.256-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oWsMNi8D9g/TBfj7wH05TI/AAAAAAAAABg/L0gdj0rWz1E/s1600/28490_434313013783_787428783_5660168_2560159_n.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5oWsMNi8D9g/TBfj7wH05TI/AAAAAAAAABg/L0gdj0rWz1E/s400/28490_434313013783_787428783_5660168_2560159_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483101687016383794" /></a> What a crazy last few months, I have a daughter, look at how cute she is haha. Everyone says she looks like her mom and dad, i love that!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102654-4326046533556666361?l=danielterrones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniel Terroneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16513577036556436341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102654.post-83149183865171780972010-04-26T15:39:00.000-07:002010-04-26T15:43:16.678-07:00Hey All,<br /><br />I suggest if you are married, have a girlfriend, or just want to get a gal something nice - go shop for women's contemporary clothing at <a href="http://www.soulrevival.com">www.soulrevival.com<a href="http://www.soulrevival.com"></a></a> !<br /><br />;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102654-8314918386517178097?l=danielterrones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniel Terroneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16513577036556436341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102654.post-72855042875842942412009-03-08T01:38:00.000-08:002009-03-08T01:52:09.763-08:00Acts 4:32 - All the believers were one in heart and mind. No one claimed that any of his possessions was his own, but they shared everything they had.<br /><br />Please when you get the chance to read it, go to Scott Kleinman's blog and read his perspective on tithing. Easily one of the best articulations of how I feel towards giving/tithing. PLEASE READ IT!!!! I can't stress that enough.<br /><br />In a consumer world we like to take, use up, and dispose. And when we do give we file it on our taxes so that we can even get a percentage of it back... it's a ridiculous system (not our tax system). I have like $100 right now (which may seem like the motherload to some and may seem like an ant's peepee to others), why do i "need" to give 10% of that %100 to a church, that might spend it on paying their janitors (I have nothing against janitors.. I am one) or maybe they'll spend it on something 'honorable' like feeding the homeless, when one of my best friends doesn't have enough money to meet rent that month? There's nothing wrong with tithing to a church but let's begin to think about why we do this? And if we're a leader in a church then let's begin to think about how to invest that 10% in a more appropriate way than buying the pastor a new car.<br /><br />This blog is more of a rant than a well-formulated expression of how I feel. But it is roughly how I feel at the moment about money.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102654-7285504287584294241?l=danielterrones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniel Terroneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16513577036556436341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102654.post-91129874494754772072009-03-07T22:35:00.000-08:002009-03-07T22:36:21.043-08:00<!-- @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } -- </style> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">I feel like I'm juggling between love, hate, failure, and hope.</span></p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"> <span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">The only thing that makes sense in this world is that nothing will ever make sense. </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">Not the tangible me, nor mother nature, nor her tenders. </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">When my left hand is throwing hate into the air, my right hand is receiving hope, </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">And when my left hand is throwing love into the air, my right hand is seizing failure out of the wind. </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">This all makes me wonder who's really in control? Is the clown who's juggling? </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">Is it the man who's paying the clown to juggle? </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">Or is it the infallible batons that refuse to ever hit the ground? </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">But we can't stop there can we? </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">Because if you ask me who's in control, I want to state, </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">"Well you see, it must be the employer because he's the one behind all this madness."; </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">but we all know the truth. </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">The only one who has this peculiar "control" is the one who created the batons. </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">Control is regulation and direction. </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">What would happen if control was never created? </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">What if those batons of thoughts, emotions, and beliefs were never created? </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">What if the manager didn't have to pay the clown to juggle? </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">What if the clown didn't have to entertain? </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">We'd be left with a world free of paying to a system we created, and needing to feel fulfilled. </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">You see, it's all just one big circus act. </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">We need a conscious change. </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">We need a change bigger than any campaign or literary work could ever begin to touch base on. </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">We need help from whoever whatever created those batons for that clown to juggle. </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">If you delete the source, a new source will emerge. </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">But if we can somehow exchange with this creator of control, </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">could persuade this creator of control (and alliteration), </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">maybe then, just then, </span> </p> <p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;">we'd feel freedom in knowing that we're never going to be free but we can feel assurance in our allegiances.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102654-9112987449475477207?l=danielterrones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniel Terroneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16513577036556436341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102654.post-59289596397655562052008-06-10T02:55:00.000-07:002008-06-10T03:08:45.285-07:00Tension.<br />Complete understanding.<br />Complete disbelief.<br />Reality has become your touch.<br />My imagination, has become mine.<br /><br />When was my thin line of perception broadened?<br />Was it the day i muttered security into your life?<br />Was it the day you regurgitated your past into mine?<br /><br />In most cases I would call this love.<br />But in most cases I was wrong.<br />In most cases I would call this connection.<br />But in most cases I was wrong.<br />We say, "this is a new day"<br />"you're a fresh start, a new begining"<br /><br />Think of the force of an ocean,<br />Feel the passion of it's sound and reflection of light,<br />The intensity of depth and current,<br />Meditate on it's ability to create and destroy.<br /><br />This is love,<br />This is consumption,<br />This is passion,<br />This is Truth.<br /><br />I'm obsessed with learning to love you,<br />And consumed by my passion for insight.<br />I pray to God to 'fix me',<br />I pray to God to 'heal me',<br /><br />Only,<br />To love you better.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102654-5928959639765556205?l=danielterrones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniel Terroneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16513577036556436341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102654.post-1086184259450753282004-06-02T06:46:00.000-07:002004-06-02T06:50:59.450-07:00No beginning no end. <br />Everything lit a blaze, <br />and everything bleeding. <br /> <br />All would be condemned to hell, <br />All passion would be lost. <br />God is love, <br />there is no love. <br /> <br />People would not change. <br />They would stay stagnant, <br />never changing. <br />For the end of the earth is far, <br />there is no end of the earth. <br /> <br />Our invincible God drown, <br />then so do we, <br />with our greatest Love, <br />Time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102654-108618425945075328?l=danielterrones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniel Terroneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16513577036556436341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102654.post-1085985380048191962004-05-30T23:28:00.000-07:002004-05-30T23:36:20.046-07:00A kiss the air blows to your cheek? <br />or a cry to the heavens? <br /> <br /> <br />No. <br /> <br /> <br />I would ask of something to you, <br />before the death of a loved one. <br />Take that trigger to me, <br />and release me from the world. <br /> <br />Put me where I was born to go, <br />Me ha metteto con lei. <br /> <br />Dear, <br />You. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102654-108598538004819196?l=danielterrones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniel Terroneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16513577036556436341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102654.post-1085754415751238392004-05-28T06:57:00.000-07:002004-05-28T07:26:55.750-07:00Today has the ability to be a beautiful day, or can tear me to shreds. I guess everyday has that capability, but today will not be forgotten. It will not go down in history as the day Einstein stole the idea from a worker for the incandescent light bulb, it will go down as the day I met you. What a glorious day, a magnificent day. Hosanna, some might scream, but I weep for the chance to touch. This simple touch we call, Our First Kiss.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102654-108575441575123839?l=danielterrones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniel Terroneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16513577036556436341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102654.post-1085667985598355482004-05-27T07:22:00.000-07:002004-05-27T07:28:29.430-07:00The glory I receive from a unbound stare, <br />or the praise I receive from a graceful word. <br />But touch? <br />All miracles done with touch? <br /> <br />Your touch, <br />making summer turn to winter, <br />and glass to metal. <br /> <br />Glimpsing heaven from your touch, <br />making the heavens sing in your name. <br />With a simple touch. <br /> <br />Is it that easy? <br />or is it that hard?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102654-108566798559835548?l=danielterrones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniel Terroneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16513577036556436341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7102654.post-1085590766889879442004-05-26T09:54:00.000-07:002004-05-26T09:59:26.926-07:00Oh, what a magnificent day. <br />Grey clouds fill the sky, <br />Crosses in my heart, <br />and Beethoven in my head. <br /> <br />What a wonderful girl, <br />The cold side of the pillow, <br />Fresh breath in severe air, <br />and swimming in the midnight breeze. <br /> <br />So hot, yet so cold. <br />So bitter, yet so sweet. <br />This is my dream, <br />My long lost hope come true. <br /> <br />A fairy tail among biographies, <br />and a beautiful day in the midst of the year.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7102654-108559076688987944?l=danielterrones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daniel Terroneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16513577036556436341noreply@blogger.com0