Q. Why did God give us the freedom to choose even though He knew it'll mean some of us going to hell?

My answer:

The value of our freedom of choice: the same thing feels so much more enjoyable when we're doing it by choice than out of necessity of circumstance.

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Save the earth

They say happiness and sadness are relative; we need the sadness to fully appreciate the happiness.

Do we shortchange ourselves sometimes?

you broke my mother's heart,
you broke your children for life
it's not okay,
but we're alright

She's the oil that keeps us from creaking, she's the layer that keeps us apart.


I heart beautiful boys.

A pastor was walking through a small New England town when he saw a young boy walking toward him swinging a bird cage. At the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. He stopped the boy and asked, "What you got there, son?"

"Just some old birds", the boy answered.

"What are you gonna do with them?"

"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em. I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time."

"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?"

"Oh, I got some cats. They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."

The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?"

"Huh?! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"

"How much?" the pastor asked again.

The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and answered, "$10?"

The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.

The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars, persuaded the birds out, setting them free.

One day, Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had come from the Garden of Eden and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"

"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.

"Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"

"And what will you do when you get done with them?"

"Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.

"How much do you want for them?"

"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!"

"How much?" He asked again.

Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."

And He paid the price.

The more we don't have time to pay attention to the little things, the more they will mean to us if we slow down for even a day. I think that's one of the best things about growing up.