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If You Have A Minute, Give Them A Minute

"We met a man and a follower of God." "A man of God."
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If you live in a city, you have most likely seen or come in contact with a homeless person one time or another. Maybe you walked by without giving them any sort of time, or when they asked for some spare change you replied to them with, "I don't have any on me at the moment." On the contrary, maybe you are that person who took a minute to give them a few dollars or bought them a little something to eat.

I find this topic interesting mainly because their backgrounds vary all the time. For example, some are homeless veterans, some runaway teens, some just lost everything they have. I am a firm believer in making something of yourself in the sense that if you want to be something, go out and give it your all. But sometimes, people hit rock bottom and it may have just been an unexpected incidence that caused them to be out on the streets.

A little over a month ago I met this man in Columbus, GA. I wrote a Facebook post following the ten minutes my boyfriend and I talked to him. Here is the post:

"God works in mysterious ways. Following dinner, a man stopped Nik and I on the streets of Columbus. Little did we know he was a staff sergeant in the military, recently had a stroke and his fiancé left him after his accident and took his money. We met a man and a follower of God. A man of God.

He has gotten himself a job and is currently on the streets while he’s saving to get shelter. As a firm believer in having people cross paths for a reason, my place was to be there, to listen to his story, and to give him $20 which is all I had on me. But if it means he can a have a meal then that is okay.

Let this be a reminder to all that just because someone is having struggles in life, doesn’t mean you should ignore them. Listen to what they have to say, and go from there. I will be praying for that man because I can truly say he was a wonderful man."

I am often guilty of walking past people and not giving them the time of day to hear them out either because I don't have anything on me to help them or I am in a hurry to get somewhere. But what I learned from this event is that I need to stop and listen more and take a few minutes out of my day to go and buy someone some lunch. Not all, but some will be very grateful.

My challenge to you: take five minutes to listen to someone and hear their story and be a friend.

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To Everyone Who Hasn't Had Sex Yet, Wait For Marriage, It's The Right Move

If you have not had sex yet, wait.

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Premarital sex is not a new concept, no matter how much people like to pretend it is. You can trace scripture and historical texts back thousands of year to see that lust and fornication have been a problem since… well, since we humans have been problems.

They tell you in sex ed that sex causes you to form a bond with someone. They throw some big chemical names at you that are apparently in your body and cause that emotional attachment to happen, then you move on (or back to) how important condoms are and why STDs are so scary.

As a middle schooler or teenager, you can't understand what it means to become permanently connected to someone as a result of a quick, physical act.

If you haven't even had your first kiss, you really can't imagine what it's like to develop such a complex and intimate connection with someone because you have yet to feel the butterflies in your stomach from a kiss. So you really don't know what it's like to have a whole different type of feeling in your stomach.

You never forget your first love. It's one of the most cliche things you consistently hear, but it's true. Ask anyone. I guarantee your parents can still spurt out their first love's name in a few seconds. And most people never forget their first time. I know all my friends can recount that often awkward and slightly terrifying moment as if it happened an hour ago. When you mix those two, especially if you are in your teens, oh boy.

You never forget that. No matter how hard you try.

Everything you hear about sex is true: it's amazing, fantastic, life-changing, etc. There's a reason people have done it as frequently as they do, for as long as they have. But every time you sleep with someone, you leave a piece of yourself with them. Every time you choose to take that final physical step with someone, you cannot go back and collect that piece of your dignity and soul that you left with someone.

So, imagine what happens when you break up with someone you've slept with. Or that you just hooked up with. You have given someone a little slice of yourself forever. And you can never get it back. And imagine what happens when you do that multiple times. You give a piece of yourself to five, 10, 15, 20 or more people. Then you meet the person that you want to spend forever with. And you no longer have that whole part of you. You've given pieces away, and you can no longer give those to the love of your life.

So, save those pieces for your future spouse.

If you have not had sex yet, wait. If you have, consider not giving more pieces of yourself away to people who are not your spouse. Sex was created to be between two spouses, nobody else. So we need to try to maintain its integrity.

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I'm An Atheist

The separation of Church and State is a thing for a reason...

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Growing up in a Catholic family is rough. Now, my family was not a strict Catholic family that you would see in the movies, we barely even went to church. But when I was in the church, even with my young eyes I could see the corruption unfolding before me. I was forced to go to "CCD" or Sunday School as most people know it. I don't even know what CCD stood for but I just went with it. I was the only kid in my class that had no clue what the Bible said or meant but all I really knew was that I didn't care. My mind was always cluttered with, "anyone could've written that" or "that doesn't even sound like it could physically happen in the world".

My final straw with Catholicism was when I was criticized by one of my peers who also went to my church for believing evolution. If a church couldn't even accept what was going on in front of them, I wanted no part of it. I was in 7th grade when I finally learned what I was, Atheist. Finally, someone put a label on it, I was very confused by the reaction from people when I said that. Growing up in a small town with a bunch of bible busters didn't help my case at all. I was told, "just go to church and God will find you", or "it's just a phase, you will find Him soon". But truth is, I don't want to find Him, or Him to find me. I have been berated over and over again about my choice of "religion". Like I said, I lived in a small town where everyone is religious except for a select few.

When I played volleyball, my team would pray before every game and I would stand to the side because I wanted no part of it. Or when my senior class decided to pray after the bus accident we endured, I choose to step to the back and play on my phone. Going to a public school you would think that there was the separation of church and state, NOPE. Going to a small school made it so much worse. There were church services at the school and religion would be tied to the lessons that were taught. I was absolutely appalled at what I was seeing, now that I am at college, I ask others if their high schools were like that and they said absolutely not.

So please, if we could respect those that do not have a religion or a religion other than Christianity, that would be great. Just recently, I revealed to my mother that I was an atheist, we were going through a very rough patch in my mental health journey and I felt like it was the right time to tell her. With all the support she has been getting from her posts about me, I would like to say thank you, but instead of praying for me, pray for those in your own life that are too scared to come forward about their mental health; I am slowly making progress, and that doesn't mean that I won't slip back down the hill. If you feel like you must do something for me, pray for yourselves and the loved ones in your life with mental health issues.

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