I'm just a little bit of everything...

Oh, yeah, that point I was trying to make:  I think that people might interact with me more often if I made my asks public. Almost like, “oh he DOES talk to people.”  I do.  

But you  know, when I’m in a restaurant, I don’t broadcast my conversation.  I see tumblr more as a community thing than a “my blog” thing. Probably because I’m mostly on my dash and not on individual blogs. And knowing the idiocy that I hate to see on my dash, I avoid repeating these mistakes. 

BJJ Day…well, month 6.

Haven’t done one of these in a while.  Lost count of the days, but I know I’m at 6 months because coach told me it’s time to renew.   

But man, what a great class.  It wasn’t the lesson so much as it was the rolling. But I’ll get to that.

Today we did some lockdown work. Except instead of the traditional 10th planet style of whip up (which I had to use in drills anyway), we did what coach calls the fat whip.  It works great on big guys. In fact, it makes my heavier team mates feel light as a feather.  It combines the leg mechanics of your standard whip up, except instead of the hands on the rib cage, it’s on hand under hooking the other leg, and the other arm with your bicep just below the armpit.  And you whip up with your legs, and basically act like you’re throwing a medicine ball over your (underhooked) shoulder.  Works like a charm. I’m a big boy and the little guys were whipping me around.  Anyway, from there we did basic 10th planet material. Old school. Plan B. Electric Chair. Electric chair sweep.  (And during drill I repped some mechanic which my coach complimented me on. Can’t lie, it felt good :)  )

 Only one guy stayed to roll and the rest did some stand up MMA sparring (kickboxing with takedowns).  But the guy I rolled with was a pleasure to roll with because we both have similar mentalities when it comes to rolling. Don’t go full blast.  We’re practicing not competing. And it’s more about learning than winning.  He tapped me a bunch. He’s been there for nearly 2 years now.  I caught him one time. He kept hitting me with triangles and I started baiting him so I could drop back for an achilles lock (I choose not to play with heel hooks yet).  Felt good. Almost had a lot of fancy stuff.  And I learned a TON from my mistakes. I had him in trouble EVERY round.  And every time, he’d tell me how I can correct that.  My main mistake is not knowing when to let go of a sub attempt and advance to either another sub, or a dominant position. And he gave me huge compliments.  Told me that I’ve improved a ton.  Told me that he likes that I don’t abuse my size and strength (which is a huge compliment to me).

 I love this stuff man.  My only regret is that I never started earlier.  I’m super grateful that my girl taught me how to “just do it” (no nike pun intended).   Ever since I followed her example, I’ve taken an initiative in life that has changed my life til I die. 

But enough wall of text.  Thanks for reading if you did.  Keep it positive. God bless. 

I’m not ashamed of my faith. Romans 1:16 for sure.

But I had a realization a while ago that changed when and how I express it. 

See, after hours of researching apologetics, other religions, scientific theories and other things that I’m sure I left out….and after hours of debating I concluded 2 things:

1. I can eloquently explain why I have arrived at my conclusion, 

and

2. No matter how well I debunk every single counter point, no matter how many rebuttals I smash, no matter how foolish I make other views appear, I can’t convince a person to believe on the Messiah for salvation.  That’s an experience they have to have for themselves.

I can make a person respect that I have a well formed opinion.  I can’t make a person embrace it for themselves. And I can’t change that they still find Christianity foolish (1 Corinth 1:18).

So my approach has changed in that I preach a little less, pray a little more, and love a lot more.  I’m sure some of my fans from my old Christian rap days come to my blog expecting heaps of doctrine and videos of sermons.  Sorry to disappoint.  I’m sure there are plenty of others out there that will scratch that itch for you.  That’s just not me. 

“But brother David” you say, “how will they know the gospel unless someone preach? (Romans 10:14).”  To that I respond, how will they be willing to listen to someone that’s berating them?  How will they listen if their guard is up?  I respect open air preachers.  But not everyone is called to be that. I’m not that.  I’m more like the early Christians who invited people over for dinner and showed love.  I mean, we can’t forget, without love, we just sound like clanging cymbals.  That’s not a good look.  Love is the key to open that door.

I’m not a moral example of Christianity.  You won’t find a monk in constant meditation and study in me.  You’ll find the same messed up lump of decaying flesh that you are.  You’ll just find a few key traits that have made me better than I once was. And if you stick around long enough, you’ll get to see my blemishes gradually wash away.  That’s the idea.  And hopefully one day, you’ll open your door and let me share my faith with you.  And hopefully you can experience what I experienced.