“New Year’s Eve” – The Music and the Thanks…

Hope you all enjoyed reading the “New Year’s Eve” story over the past few days.  As promised, here is a post with the music.  You can download it all for free.  No charge.  No catch.  I’m posting the song links (including one that has the whole thing in one file, if you’d prefer that), but I’m also following them with the “Thanks” and “Credits” type stuff that would normally be in a CD jacket.  If you’d like to see the whole project on my website in the format that I originally intended it, please click here.  (It’d be nice if you at least took a peek at the art.  I worked pretty hard on it.)  🙂  The music itself is fully produced and mixed.  Guitars, bass, drums, etc, etc.  It’s a proper album.  And—again—it’s FREE.

Also, as one small story-note, the story and the music are of course related and tell the SAME story, but you’ll notice portions of the story that are missing from either format on its own.  To get the full story, you really would benefit from reading AND listening…so give it a shot, if you haven’t.

Anyway…with no further ado.  Here are the songs.  If you would be interested in getting a hard-copy (a CD-R with full disc jacket and jewel case) please let me know.  All I’d charge is shipping cost, if any.

  1. New Year’s Eve
  2. Left it All
  3. Letting You Go
  4. Nothing Stays the Same
  5. Only the Memory
  6. Gone
  7. Falling
  8. Make Something of Myself
  9. Suspended
  10. Epilogue (“NYE Theme”/”Wonderful Words of Life”)

OR CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD THE WHOLE THING AS ONE FILE.  If you’re the type that would rather think of it as one piece on your iPod, this is the link for YOU!  🙂


Credits and Thanks:


Stuff I played: Guitar, Bass, Piano/Organ, Drums (some of which were done with a keyboard), Harmonica, and I sang, too.

“Wonderful Words of Life” was written by Phillip P. Bliss, and is in the public domain. Arr. D. Brink.

Thanks: To all the people I thanked on the “Out from the Light” CD, since this was done just after completion of that record, and not much has changed. I suppose I owe some particular recognition to Dayna, who was the first person to tell me the idea didn’t suck, which kind of convinced me that I wasn’t crazy for trying it. Also thanks to SLCC for laying me off, which provided the inspiration to finish this thing, and the folks at ICS for making sure that inspiration didn’t last too long–as it were…

Thank YOU for downloading this exclusive music, only available here and at live-shows.  Incidentally, if you would be interested in picking up a CD-R copy with full album artwork, hand-signed and numbered by yours truly, please e-mail me via the “Contact” link on the main page, and I’ll be glad to send one to you.  All I ask is that you pay shipping (about $3, I think).  And remember, I encourage sharing.  Please feel free to burn a copy for a friend, or direct them to this page.

Inspirational Materials:

Music: Michael Penn–“Mr. Hollywood Jr. 1947,” Aimee Mann–“Lost in Space,” Ray Davies–“Working Man’s Cafe,” David Bowie–“Reality” and “Heathen,” Rufus Wainwright–“Release the Stars,” and assorted Frank Black stuff.

Books: Nick Hornby–“A Long Way Down” (HUGE influence on this project), Albert Camus–“The Stranger,” Craig Thompson–“Blankets.”

Movies: Hard Core Logo, X-Men 2, Little Miss Sunshine, Milk, High Fidelity (as always).


And…as a special note just on the blog…  I’m really thrilled to be able to do this.  We live in a time where recording technology and web-hosting is affordable and easy to work with.  Good Lord, why don’t more people do this?!?  It’s really exciting to be able to have an idea, put it together, and share it with conceivably the entire world in a matter of minutes.  Get out there and do something awesome folks.  We have the technology!

Thanks for hanging in there for the whole thing over the past few days.  I’ll post something inane and stupid soon to make it up to you who think it sucks.

“New Year’s Eve” – Part Three

If you’ve visited the blog over the past couple of days, you know that I’m building toward the online FREE release of my new record “New Year’s Eve” this weekend by posting the story in sections on the blog.  We’re up to the final part of the story.  I hope you’ve been enjoying it.  If you missed the previous parts and/or are reading this in the future and this just happened to be the page you stumbled upon, here are a couple of links…

So…now that we’re all caught up.  Let’s finish this thing!  Same rules apply about the copyright and whatnot.


Part III

It hurt, if you’re wondering. Of course it did. It was probably the roof of the van caving in that saved my life–and Ms. Paponicolas ruins ANOTHER New Year’s Eve. Hindsight’s always 20/20. Still, at least her insurance didn’t cover suicide jumpers. Something went right, anyway.

You read stories about jumpers who survived in newspapers and books from time to time. I’d read one a few years ago about a guy who jumped off of a bridge into a river, and just as he was in the air–the point of no turning back–he realized that he wanted to live. Of course, if aiming for a van-roof was an ineffective way to kill yourself, then aiming for a RIVER (as long as you can swim) was just a pathetic cry for help. That guy didn’t even skin his knees. I dislocated both shoulders, broke my nose and right cheek-bone, irreparably severed a tendon in my left leg, shattered most of my teeth, and suffered the other abrasions and bruises that you’d pretty much expect of a guy plummeting through a van-roof from the twelfth story of a building.

I should have picked a different day, or maybe a quieter street. As it was, there were tons of people around. Plenty of folks to scream and gasp at the sound of the crash, the “thunk” of my body hitting the van, the crushed metal…and The Scream. Even I was shocked by The Scream. It was the sound of the Living. The sound of Life desperate for Life. I struggle to even call it my own voice. It was coming from my lungs, yet wholly separate from me.

I knew almost upon impact that I was going to live, because I was sure I’d pass out roundabout floor eight…but I didn’t. I didn’t lose consciousness. It just hurt. A lot. I probably drifted in and out with the blood loss, but I was awake when the ambulance got there. I felt them insert the needle to knock me out. Then I woke up in the hospital. It sucked.

It’s been seven months of surgery and recovery. There were/are legal ramifications of course, but let’s not get into it. All that’s really relevant is the choice I had to make. I had three options. (1) Try again. (2) Don’t try again, but live in misery. (3) Adapt and overcome. Option #1 was out. The Scream told me that. Option #2 was somewhat to my liking. I’ve always been a pessimist and a misanthrope. (Chloe preferred the term “sanctimonious-asshole,” but I think “misanthrope” sounds classier.) But Option #3 seemed the one thing I hadn’t tried.

I’ve spent most of my life being the person everyone told me to be. My parents told me to be a good student. My high school guidance counselor told me to got to college. My college advisor told me to go into literature and teaching. My job told me to clean out my desk. My wife told me I was distant and unloving. My friends told me I’d become hard to be around. My brain told me to believe them and then told me to jump. My psychiatrist tells me I’ve got a long road ahead and that I’ve got to “do the work.” My priest tells me to say the Lord’s Prayer and I’ll be redeemed.

My heart tells me to listen to my gut…

[The End…probably…]


Tune in tomorrow for the music!

“New Year’s Eve” – Part Two

Following is Part II of the libretto for the upcoming release of my new, Internet only release concept-album, “New Year’s Eve.”  for Further information about the project please see yesterday’s post, explaining it.  As before all characters are fictional, copyright Derek Brink 2010, etc, etc…  Just don’t steal it or I’ll date your mom, okay?


Part II

The decision itself was easy to make. I was ready. Some people only think they’re ready. When Elton John “attempted” suicide, he turned the gas to his oven on “low” and laid his head down on a pillow inside of it, with all of his windows open. He wasn’t ready. He just wanted attention. (For the record, I like Elton John, and “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road” is in my top-five records.) I was ready. My note was genius, even if I do say so myself. I quoted Keats and Longfellow…and Ron Jeremy. The guy may make porn, but he knows how to turn a phrase.

It was short. Only two pages, typed. It was mostly an apology to my children, obviously. And venomous bile toward Chloe. “It’s all your fault…blah blah blah…I hope you live a VERY long life since you’ve so significantly shortened mine…etc.” Then I put on my favorite shirt, my favorite jeans, my favorite boots, and…well…you know the rest, I guess.

My last thought, listening to the countdown, was “This is what it’s like to be completely free.” Odd thought, isn’t it? You’d think I’d have some existential weight to deal with, right? I was raised Catholic, after all–and I was still practicing right up until the divorce, unlike most people I knew. Didn’t people who committed suicide go to Hell? Didn’t the priest tell me that God knows all, controls all, and will never give someone more than he can bear in my last Confessional? Why didn’t that matter? Why did it fall on a deaf ear? Shouldn’t I have been thinking about that? No. Nothing like it. I just felt free. Free to fly, like I’d always imagined. Somehow, in my mind, I thought it might feel like flying right up until impact.

The clutter of the crowd below was one noise. There were no individual voices or sounds. Just one big clatter. It sounded like any city on New Year’s Eve. Except that I was up there in my apartment, singing our songs. The songs that meant something to Chloe and me during the good times. Occasionally stopping to shout “Happy Anniversary, you bitch!” out of the window, hoping she was down there somewhere.

I hoped to make the front page. As much as I hoped Chloe–and that hump Todd she’d had The Affair with–was down there, I hoped even more that she wouldn’t hear about it until she opened her morning paper. A nice, piping hot cup of coffee and one of those horrible muffins she liked. Page one, “Teacher Topples from Tower. Wife/Widow Welcomes New Year. Alliteration Grips Newspaper!” It would be beautiful.

…ah the best laid plans of mice and men… (That’s Steinbeck. Read a book!)

[to be concluded]

“New Year’s Eve” – Part One

I said I’d try to do better than my last post…so this should do it.

For probably a couple of years, I’ve been talking about releasing an internet-exclusive concept record called “New Year’s Eve” along with an accompanying libretto.  Well…years later, it’s almost D-Day.  I’m listening to the mix for hopefully the last time on my drive to work tomorrow.  I’m pretty close to “happy” with it.  I’ve built (but not yet uploaded) the page for DerekBrink.com that will house the project.  I’ve designed all the art.  I’ve done all the techie stuff you’ve got to do for this kind of project.  We’re finally almost there.

Before it “goes live” on the net, I thought I’d use the blog to post the story.  It comes in three parts.  Following is part one.  Tune in again on Wednesday for part two.  Thursday for part three.  Then hopefully on Friday, I’ll get the page up for the music downloads.  (Since I’m posting the story in pieces here, I’ll do a single-post here with all the links to the songs, whereas on the “New Year’s Eve” page, you’ll have to hunt and peck a little—you’ll get it when you see it.)  It *might* not go live until Saturday, because my Friday nights are usually kinda full…but it’ll be Saturday at the latest.

I’m excited.  I’ve also got the usual doubts…but whatever.  At least you’re not paying for it.  (And yes, this is one of the four solo projects I referred to in the last post.)

So, with no further ado (after the legal crap), here’s part one of the libretto for “New Year’s Eve.”  Finally!


“New Year’s Eve” by Derek Brink. — Copyright D. Brink 2010, Work in Progress.

(Disclaimer: All characters are created and are completely fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is a complete accident, and I’m sorry to hear about it. Also, please be advised that suicide is a stupid, selfish thing, and I don’t support it…so don’t do that, and don’t blame me if someone you know does it… ‘Kay? Also, I want to state up front that I owe a world of influence to Nick Hornby’s novel “A Long Way Down.” I recognize the similarities, and I encourage you to read his book–and pay for it, since you’re not paying for this. Thanks. -Derek)



They say that buildings have memories. I’ve read a couple of novels on the subject. Buildings, they speculate, see more of life than any person ever will. Hospitals see countless births and deaths. Churches see innumerable life-changing moments. Even a ranch-style home sees more than its share of scraped knees, marital spats, divorces, birthdays, sexual entanglements…

I live in a 30 story apartment building. My humble home has its share of memories. This is the place Chloe and I knew would be just-right when we first got married. It’s a nice, roomy place, and back then it had room to grow. Good thing, since a few years later we’d have Angela and Becky running around. This apartment has seen a lot. It saw our children arrive. It saw them grow. It saw Angela start bringing home soccer-trophies. We were married on New Year’s Eve 1999. We moved in on New Year’s Day 2000. A flare for the dramatic, I guess. This place has seen Chloe and I at our happiest…and at our saddest.

In this past year, this old building has seen me lose my job–I was a Literature Professor. Mr. Bush’s economy took my job away in April. It has seen my discovery that my job did not provide unemployment benefits. It has seen me get turned down for job after job. It’s seen me grow a beard and lose some hope, while gaining weight. It’s seen Chloe growing more and more frustrated. Sure, she’s a Paralegal and makes good money, but having a once successful husband turn into a leech tends to wear on a woman after some time. It’s seen fights. It seen my children worry about if Daddy’s going to come back tonight after he walked out, slamming the door. It also saw The Affair. That Chloe and I were so distant that she… Well… Suffice to say that it’s seen some things I’d prefer not to remember walking in on. It saw Chloe and the girls leave in September, while I was out on a job interview. It’s seen me, reduced to working for tips at a greasy-spoon, puttering around, looking at the few things she left, wondering what she’s been telling my daughters.

They say buildings have memories. I wish I didn’t. I wish I didn’t have the memory of spending Christmas alone, only that stupid damn cat of hers walking around to keep me company. I wish I didn’t have the memory of sending Angela and Becky a Christmas Card I knew they would never be given. I wish I could forget the look on her face as she collected the remainder of the girls’ things back in November; the force-of-habit coldness in her goodbye wave from the window of the van. I wish I could forget it all. But I can’t. I’ll remember it for the rest of my life. Fortunately, I do not expect that to be a very long memory.

Soon, before the ink is dry on the divorce papers, Chloe is bound to shack up with Todd (the co-star of The Affair) and my kids are bound to start forgetting. Becky’s young enough that she may not even remember my face at all after a couple of years. Angela will, but she will slowly forget my voice–the funny noises I made reading her bedtime stories…etc. Chloe will remember me, but she’ll find way to block it out. The only thing that will keep me near to mind is this apartment–this building. It will remember every moment of me cracking open my 12th story window, listening to the last seconds of the New Year’s countdown, and plunging to my death–a flare for the dramatic. I’m going to aim for the car belonging to Ms. Paponicolas. Serves her right for calling the police on LAST YEAR’S party. My name’s Chris, by the way. Nice to meet you.


[to be continued]

Sunday Evening, Still Up

(^ Kris Kristofferson/Johnny Cash reference.)

Got a few things on my mind, but nothing in particular…so let’s go random again…

  1. None of the electrical outlets in my basement work.  They did earlier this week.  Don’t know what’s wrong.  Lights work.  Outlets don’t.  That’s going to be a pain.
  2. Somehow, I’ve got about four solo records all in outline form at the same time.  Don’t know which to focus on.  All of them contain their own theme…two are outright concept albums with full-text librettos that would be included in the liner notes.  (Or maybe I should just create blogs for that?)  Anyway…maybe sooner or later I’ll settle on one (or more) of them.  I’m thinking of doing online only releases of at least two of them…  But I guess first I should at least finish writing the things, huh?
  3. I’ve been pretty tired all weekend…yet here it is, 2 a.m. and I’m not in bed.  Go figure.
  4. Stack of movies I hope to watch this week: Shutter Island, Inglourious Basterds, and Crazy Heart. Wish me luck.
  5. I’m doing another mix of the stuff Blue Tattoo recorded before we crapped out.  Don’t know why.  Just feel like it.
  6. If you see me walking around looking like I haven’t got a care in the world this week, please ask me if I’ve paid my credit card bill yet.  Thanks.
  7. I don’t care what my brother says…I think I look pretty good in a fishing vest.
  8. Forgot to make a dentist appointment.  Meant to schedule that for Saturday, but I didn’t.  On the one hand, I guess that means that at least my teeth don’t hurt.  On the other hand…that could mean the nerves are dead.  Ehh…
  9. The latest “Empty Checking” went up last night.  Hope you all enjoy it.  I crammed two weeks into ONE and still only went 31 minutes.  I’m kind of proud of that.
  10. Remember when I mentioned the problems I was having with Mohela?  Well, they’re somewhat resolved.  They finally started replying to my emails once I mentioned that we have a family friend who happens to be a state representative (that’s true…but I won’t put the name in print on the blog).  Apparently, Mohela is the LAST “professional” (sic) organization in the WORLD that doesn’t accept online payments.  Even I accept online payments via my website!  But I’ve paid through their phone-service (at an extra $2 per call, no less).  So, they continue to suck, but at least now I know how to pay them.
  11. I’m going to try to cut back on buying lunch at work.  The way I figure it, if I don’t buy lunch, that’s an extra $50 a week in my pocket.  Sounds good to me…now let’s see if I can live like that.

…and that’s it for now.  What a boring post!  Sorry about that.  I’ll try to do better.

Crappy Advice

We’ve all been there.  The person across the table (or perhaps in your blog comments) knows that you’re making a major life decision or that you’ve been struggling with an issue…or maybe that you’ve just been having a series of bad days.  They mean well.  They think they’re helping…but they’re not.  They’re offering clichés, platitudes, and just plain bad advice.

Following are some pieces of bad advice that you’re likely to get at one of “those” points in your life.  I’ll also discuss exactly what makes the advice so inane in the first place.  And, before all else, let me give you the only GOOD piece of advice you’ll ever get.  Be true to yourself, make your own decisions, and don’t trust Whitey.

1. “Only YOU can determine what kind of day you’re going to have!”

  • This one isn’t always bad advice…but it really CAN be.  Someone actually said this one to me recently.  In that particular instance, he was right.  I was just pissy about how my day was going and he reminded me that I was choosing to be pissy about things that didn’t really matter.  Okay.  Good point.  But…  No matter how you slice it, the day you find out that you’ve got cancer and your wife’s been sleeping with your mother is a bad day (unless that’s your *thing,* I guess).  There’s really no positive response to that.  Also, I have a suspicion that people who “choose” to always be in a good mood and always “choose” to have a good day will inevitably explode when they’re 68.

2. “If you really think about it, you’ll find that you already KNOW the answer.”

  • No.  That’s just crap.  If you already knew the answer, you wouldn’t be having lunch with the douchebag across the table in the first place.  Sometimes you actually have no idea what to do, where to turn, or what choice to make.  Sometimes it’s because you’re faced with nothing but bad options.  Sometimes—if you’re really lucky—it’s because no matter what you do, things will be awesome and you just want to choose the MOST awesome thing.  But either way, sometimes the decision isn’t easy and you look back wishing you’d done the other thing.  And sometimes it turns out you only chose the thing you did because somebody said the following to you…

3. “I don’t want to tell you what to do…buuuut…”

  • Someone has almost definitely said this to you—probably one or both of your parents.  This statement isn’t only invariably followed by bad advice (such as, “…if it were me, I’d go for it.”) it’s also a complete and total LIE.  Of COURSE they want to tell you what to do!  Everyone wants to tell everybody what to do all of the time.  For example, right now even I’M telling you what to do.  Think about THAT for a while!

4. “Let’s compromise!”

  • Okay…  I believe in compromise when it’s for the greater good.  Political issues.  Religious disputes between people of the same faith.  Things like that…  But there are people out there that will insist that the only way for both sides in ANY disagreement to be happy is for both sides to compromise.  This, of course, is another lie.  It is most frequently used by one romantic partner to trick the other into giving up something they love (like their beard or lucky t-shirt) or by businessmen to make more money.  There are one of two things that take place in most compromises.  (1) One side gives up FAR more than the other side and is miserable.  (2) BOTH sides give up integral parts of their desires and BOTH sides end up miserable.  You want some GOOD advice?  Only compromise when it’s useful…otherwise, choose your friends wisely.

5. “You don’t know if you don’t like it unless you try it.”

  • I don’t even really need to address this one, do I?  Brussel sprouts suck.  I’ve never had one in my life…but I don’t like it.  With all due apologies to George Carlin for stealing his bit, “You like it? YOU eat it!”

6. “Think positive!”  (Or the variants: “If you THINK you can do it, you CAN do it!” / “You can do ANYTHING you set your mind to!”)

  • That’s just not how life works.  You’re not going to play in the World Series.  You’re not going to become a brain surgeon.  You’re not going to win a Grammy.  You’re a lower/middle-class schlub who’s going to settle into family life and live in the suburbs for the rest of your life.  And it won’t be bad.  But you won’t marry Lindsey Lohan.  (And really, who would want to at this point?)  Good things DON’T happen just because you believe they will.  Good things happen because of luck of the draw and/or because you work your BUTT off to achieve them.  If the “power of positive thinking” actually worked, the Obama camp would’ve changed the whole WORLD by now.

7. “Act your age!”

  • Usually said by someone who’s dead inside and doesn’t want anyone else to have any fun.  It’s often said by an adult to a five-year-old…which is weird because five-year-olds DO act their age…but whatever…  Sometimes though, if you’re lucky, you’ll still get this one in your 30s.  For some reason everybody wants you to grow up…but if you want to be happy, you’ll ignore them.  Or fart at them.  Whatever’s your poison.

8. “You can’t critique [insert inane musical, directorial, sporting, or other conquest here] because YOU’VE never done it!”

  • (This one’s not quite in the same category as those above…but it still bugs me, and hey…it’s my list.)  This one is usually uttered by people who are fans of something that you think sucks.  More often than not, they’re sheep who just do what Oprah or Ebert tell them to do and have no arguments of their own to make…so it’s best not to take them too seriously.  And with that said…  Look…I don’t need to have a Nobel Prize in Musiconomy (Not a thing!) to know a bad note when I hear it.  I don’t need a Masters in Radiology (That one IS a thing but doesn’t mean what I think it does!) to know that “Single Ladies” should never be played on the airwaves again.  Some stuff just sucks, and if the arm-chair critics don’t call it out, NO ONE will.  In fact, I think we’re the ONLY ones who should be critiquing art…we’re the ones PAYING for it, after all.

…and I’m sure there are others.  Any I missed?  What’s the worst clichéd advice YOU’VE ever gotten or given—and why?  (Seriously, I’d love to hear a few.)

As a side note…this is exactly why I’ll never have a career as a motivational speaker to high-school students…


Quotable Quotes:

  • “The people have spoken, the bastards.” – Dick Tuck
  • “Larry, call off the hypnotist!” – Me
  • “You can’t pull the wool over my eyes.  I’ve been eating sandwiches too long!” – Christine

Only Thing I’ll Say About It…

I’ve been trying to be open-minded about the passing of the “Proposition C” thing that my home state—the only state I’ve EVER called home—passed yesterday, but I’m finding it difficult. 

As many of the long-time readers know, I’ve been trying to be more kind about my political views for the past couple of years than I was during most of the Bush Years (at least publically, amongst those of mixed political views).  Apart from knowing how much it sucks to be in the (shockingly vast) minority—in this case, again—I still believe in the basic concept that fighting and name-calling are not the answer to this country’s political woes.  I believe that.  Sometimes I have to get drunk first…but I believe that.


I am genuinely worried about the precedent that has been set by the passing of Prop C.  Not only the political precedent.  (Though seriously, it’s a BAD idea for a state to choose to go AGAINST federal law.  That’s pretty much how the Civil War started.  Only this war won’t be about black and white, it’ll be about red and blue…and/or whose pocketbook is fuller.)  Far more than that, I worry about what it says about us as people.

And I worry for our souls.

The base that passed Prop C is typically thought of as religious.  Typically thought of as Christian.  I find it horrendous that Christians so often forget portions of the Bible when it suits their politics.  Especially the portions that paint a very specific picture of the type of person that gets into Heaven.  I would like to remind you, Church, of a part of the New Testament that many people believe to be in the top-ten of important passages.  (And I’m one of them.)

Matthew 25: 31-46: The Sheep and the Goats (Emphasis added)

“When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his throne in heavenly glory. All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.

“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’

“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’

“The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.’

“Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’

“They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?

“He will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’

“Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.”

I say this after having worked in the Church.  I say this after having worked for a Bible College.  I say this as someone so hurt by Christian (sic) politics that I am unlikely to work in a church or parachurch organization ever again.  I say this knowing the pain of having someone manipulate scripture and politics into such a mangled form that they tell a God-fearing, Christ-loving Democrat (me) that they’re going to go to Hell for voting for Barack Hussein Obama.  I say this with all due respect and all due gravity, because I do not believe that it is in any way a political issue, but an issue of the heart, mind, and soul.

State of Missouri…America…  I fear that we are damned.

Comments are closed, folks.  Any arguments that could be made would be wasted on me anyway.  Unfortunately, this is one of those situations where my integrity and my faith only allow me to be closed-minded. I am deeply grieved for any whom that may offend.