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I am Kingston. Welcome to our space. Out of a deep desire we created this space, to create a gathering for folks who believe in Jesus and will also like to make a unique contribution to the world through creative personal projects.

Also, these are folks who in the face of the negatives in life, choose faith. These are people who decide within themselves to choose a different path.

I chose the word “We,” because I know my folks are already out there.

These are folks who somehow know that in a place of swear words, they will like to choose wholesome words. When faced with the left and right, will prefer the right. In a place of despair and hope, to cling to hope. Whether to choose to doubt or believe, will side with believing. Whether to give up the seat or not, know it's right to give it up for the elderly. Between anger and calm, they will be happy to keep their cool. Between light and darkness, choose the light.

We are not perfect, we fall sometimes, but we get up and keep striving for what's right. So if you are still working on yours and feel like us, feel free to come along. We all often need a hand.

But always know that at any moment, we have the power to choose.

And in this choosing, our chief tool is the Word of God.

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Friday, June 13, 2014

Lines

I looked at my palms today
I saw lines
Lines for what?

I lift a cup, and I can raise it up to my lips
I pick up a spoon, and it does not slip
I dig my hands into food, and feed myself
After ward, I rub my palms to wash

I shake a man's hand, and his lines and mine register
I grab a tree limb to climb, and it does not hurt
What if I used my palm's back?

 I dip my hand into lotion, and I smear my body
I hold a traveling bag's hand, and it's secure
I turn a door knob, and it's with ease
 
I grab a pen, and it stays held  
I flip the pages of a book, and something picks the page 
I turn the cap of a bottle, and my strength is nothing without the lines.

The fool has said in his heart, “There is no God.”

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