often i feel…

When Jesus had finished these parables, he moved on from there. Coming to his hometown, he began teaching the people in their synagogue, and they were amazed. “Where did this man get his wisdom and these miraculous powers?” they asked. “Isn’t this the carpenter’s son? Isn’t his mother’s name Mary, and aren’t his brothers James, Joseph, Simon, and Judas? Aren’t all his sisters with us? Where then did this man get all these things?” And they took offense at him
But Jesus said to them, “Only in his hometown and in his own house is a prophet without honor.” And he did not do any miracles there because of their lack of faith.

Matt 13:53-58

20 November 2009

ed is…?

just a piece in the puzzle - a brick in the wall, perhaps. we've got a small, multi-coloured wall...

i consider myself a musician, and i didn't need a piece of paper to tell me that, but i got one anyway... it was expensive, but so is my music equipment. i'll consider those one in the same.

i love you for being here, but not like that.

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