Customer Review for Enlyten Products

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- Karl Tulsa, OK

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THANK YOU DREW!!!!!

SUPERBOWL CHAMPS!!!!!

A New America

My good friend Chris Comeaux made this movie and he gave me an advance copy to review.  I must say that I am very excited about this and will be posting my thoughts in the the next day or so.  For now here is the trailer:

An Open Letter to Miami from the Who Dat Nation

(From an email I received today)


The Saints are coming. And so are we, their loyal, long-suffering and
slightly discombobulated Super Bowl-bound fans.

While there’s still time to prepare — although a few hard-core Who Dats
will begin trickling in Monday, most of us won’t arrive until Thursday
or Friday — we thought we’d give you a heads-up about what you should
expect.

First things first: You need more beer.

Yeah, we know. You ordered extra. You think you have more than any group
of humans could possibly consume in one week. Trust us. You don’t.

New Orleans was a drinking town long before the Saints drove us to
drink. But it turns out beer tastes better when you’re winning. (Who
knew?) So let’s just say we’re thirsty for more than a championship;
adjust your stockpiles accordingly.

And look. When we ask you for a go-cup, be nice to us. We don’t even
know what “open container law” means. Is that anything like “last call”?

It’s Carnival season in New Orleans (that’s Mardi Gras to you), and
we’ll be taking the celebration on the road. So don’t be startled if you
walk past us and we throw stuff at you; that’s just our way of saying
hello.

Oh, and sorry in advance about those beads we leave dangling from your
palm trees. We just can’t help ourselves.

February is also crawfish season, and you can be sure that more than one
enterprising tailgater will figure out a way to transport a couple sacks
of live mudbugs and a boiling pot to Miami.

When the dude in the ‘Who Dat’ T-shirt asks if you want to suck da head
and pinch da tail, resist the urge to punch him. He’s not propositioning
you. He’s inviting you to dinner.

And if you see a big Cajun guy who looks exactly like an old Saints
quarterback walking around town in a dress … don’t ask. It’s a long
story.

We know that crowd control is a major concern for any Super Bowl host
city. Our advice? Put away the riot gear.

Reason No. 1: Indianapolis is going to lose, and their fans are way too
dull to start a riot.

Reason No. 2: New Orleans showed the world on Sunday that we know how to
throw a victory party. We don’t burn cars. We dance on them.

Reason No. 3: Even if we did lose, which we won’t, leaving the stadium
would be like leaving a funeral, and our typical response to that is to
have a parade.

Speaking of which: If you happen to see a brass band roll by, followed
by a line of folks waving their handkerchiefs, you’re not supposed to
just stand there and watch. As our own Irma Thomas would say, get your
backfield in motion.

And hey, Mister DJ! Yes, we know you’ve already played that stupid Ying
Yang Twins song 10 times tonight, but indulge us just one more time.

To us, “Halftime (Stand Up and Get Crunk)” isn’t just a song; it’s 576
points of good memories. It’s the sound of a Drew Brees touchdown pass
to Devery Henderson, a Pierre Thomas dive for first down on 4th-and-1, a
Garrett Hartley field goal sailing through the uprights in overtime.

It’s what a championship sounds like. You may get sick of hearing it. We
won’t. Encore, dammit.

Inside Sun Life Stadium, you may find your ears ringing more than usual.

We’re louder than other fans. Seven thousand of ours sound like 70,000
of theirs.


Don’t believe us? Ask the 12th man in the Vikings huddle.

Some people think it’s just the Dome that heightens our volume. But
you’re about to discover a little secret: We can scream loud enough to
make your head explode, indoors or out.

It’s not the roof. It’s the heart.

Well, OK, and the beer.

Don’t be surprised if there are more Saints fans outside the stadium
than inside. A lot of us are coming just to say we were part of history,
even if we can’t witness it up close. The Saints are family to us, and
you know how it is with family: We want to be there for them, whether
they really need us or not. Because we know our presence will mean
something to them, whether they can see us or not.

Come to think of it, seeing as how you’re taking us in for the week, we
pretty much regard you as family, too. So we’re warning you now: If
you’re within hugging distance, you’re fair game.

Hugging strangers is a proud Who Dat tradition, right up there with
crying when we win.

Most sports fans cry when their teams lose. Not us. We’ve been losing
gracefully and with good humor for 43 years. Tragedy and disappointment
don’t faze us. It’s success that makes us go to pieces.

Hurricane Katrina? We got that under control. The Saints in the Super
Bowl? SOMEBODY CALL A PARAMEDIC!!!

So anyway, don’t let the tears of joy freak you out. We’re just …
disoriented.

OK. Let’s review:

Order more beer. Throw me something, mister. Suck da heads. Wear da
dress. Stand up. Get crunk. Hug it out. Protect your eardrums. Pass the
Kleenex. Hoist the trophy.

See you at the victory party..

Faithfully yours,


The Who Dat Nation

I Refuse to Be Comforted

By Bojidar Marinov

Come on.

Now.

I hear you’re feeling down.

I can ease your pain…

(Pink Floyd, “Comfortably Numb”)

I refuse to be comforted. I refuse to listen to sermons that assure me that “whatever happens, God is in control.” I refuse to read and listen to pastors, authors, and leaders that comfort me with God’s peace when everywhere around me I see God’s war.

When they banned prayer in schools, the Christians in this country were assured that in these “last days” that’s what was expected to happen. They were supposed to take comfort in the fact that Jesus was coming soon. He didn’t. And while Christians were learning to be comforted with this open attack against their faith, Roe v. Wade came. Again, words of comfort followed. Meanwhile, tens of millions of unborn children died in this government-sanctioned sacrifice of infants. Only a precious few brave men and women stood against it; the majority were comforted that “whatever happens, God is in control.”

The pulpits never gave a call for action.

Long before that the Federal government took over the control of our money supply. As a result, millions of fathers and mothers in this country saw their lifetime savings disappear in financial meltdowns where the value of their labor was offered in a massive burnt offering to the Mammon of the centralized state. Again, we were all comforted by our pastors and leaders that “God is in control,” and “He will provide for us.” Moral and industrious people worked more, made less, and the wicked kept devouring everything in a Keynesian orgy of debt and consumption. The pulpits again comforted but never gave a call for action.

They started cracking down on Christians by passing laws to silence Christianity: “Hate speech,” “separation of church and state” and all the other mantras. In a nation that was founded to proclaim the blessings of Christ, Christ was now pushed out of public life. Pastors and authors and theologians responded by . . . more comforting words. “See? He must be coming soon! 1968! No, 1988! 1989! 1996! Have comfort!”

No call for action.

Christian children were ridiculed and ostracized in schools and universities. Their faith was mocked by professors who knew nothing about their fields of study but knew everything about Marx’s Communist Manifesto. The churches started losing their young men and women by tens of thousands every year. Colleges and universities that were established to nourish and expand the Christian religion and knowledge were now openly enemies of Christ.

Again, the pulpits were silent. Except for a few comforting words. God surely must be in control.

We don’t even notice anymore when things like that happen. We are so comforted that we don’t even think of raising our voice in protest anymore. We surely value our peace and comfort—that’s what our leaders have taught us.

We have become comfortably numb.

But I refuse to be comforted. I refuse to believe in peace when I see God at war. I refuse to believe that God makes all these things happen only to teach me that He is in control and nothing else. I refuse to believe that these are blessings when I know very well they are curses. And I refuse to accept curses for comfort.

The Bible tells me that God teaches my hands to war. And my hands are itching for a fight. I don’t want to sit idly when the heathens are taking over God’s earth. I want to be out there defending it. I want my pastors and leaders to lead me, not comfort me. I want them to teach me to fight and overcome. There must be instructions for victory in the Bible. I mean, real victory, not abstract dreamy “victory” of being rescued in clouds. When we lose elections and a Communist, homosexual, or a Muslim gets elected, I want my pastor to tell me how we can elect a Biblically-qualified candidate next time. When they pass a law to ban preaching the truths of the Bible, I want my pastor to teach me how we can fight and repeal that law.

When they build an abortion clinic in my town, I want the pastors to lead their congregations in protest and teach them how to shut it down. When the liberal media attack my faith, I want my pastor to teach me how to reply and present Christ in such a way as to make them helplessly gnash their teeth in their inability to present a coherent answer. When my child is assaulted by Marxist professors in college, I want my pastor to equip me and my child with comprehensive Biblical worldview that brings down their vain imaginations.

Moses didn’t comfort the Hebrews in Egypt. He made them uncomfortable. He made them realize what they were missing: Liberty. He gave them a sense of urgency, not comfort: “Eat it with the shoes on your feet and with your staffs in your hands. No time for comfort!” He didn’t comfort them in the wilderness. He made them fight. No words of comfort came out of his mouth; no messages soothing their consciences. God is in control, he said in Deuteronomy 28, but that control isn’t necessarily good for you. It will be a curse on you and your children if you become comfortably numb. You better never become too comforted.

The Angel of the Lord didn’t comfort Gideon when he was threshing wheat. “What are you doing, mighty warrior? Hiding like a rat?” Elijah did not comfort his generation; he asked many uncomfortable questions: “Who you are going to serve, God or Baal?” The prophets did not deliver messages of comfort to Israel; they called Israel to war, to action, to repentance.

This great country, the United States of America, was not founded on sermons of comfort. The Pilgrims and the Puritans didn’t stay back in England and find comfort in the fact that “whatever happens, God is in control.” They took action. The political architect of the American Revolution, John Witherspoon, President of the College of New Jersey and signer of the Declaration of Independence, considered by most people of his time to be the “spiritual father” of the colonies, did not comfort his spiritual children; to the contrary, he worked tirelessly to instill a message of discomfort and urgency in them:

There is not a single instance in history, in which civil liberty was lost, and religious liberty preserved entire. If therefore we yield up our temporal property, we at the same time deliver the conscience into bondage.

Had he comforted them, the USA could have never been founded. And we wouldn’t have the freedoms we have today.

I want to have the same spirit as the Founders. And therefore I want my pastor to be like John Witherspoon. Don’t comfort me; teach me to fight and win.

Many pastors I have talked to complain of the growing influence of “para-church” organizations. No wonder. If churches give no message of victory, someone else will. And they will gain influence. People follow leaders, not drug-traffickers. And messages of comfort and peace in times of discomfort and war are nothing more than anesthetic, a narcotic to escape reality; and those who preach comfort and peace when there is no comfort and peace are spiritual drug-traffickers, not spiritual leaders.

Therefore I refuse to be comforted.

I don’t find comfort in the fact that God is in control. It makes me shiver. If we as Christians are silent, passive, compromising, His control will bring down judgment. His control will make pagans rule our land, ban preaching, take our children, destroy our property. Exactly what is happening no! I can’t find comfort in God’s judgment, and a pastor who preaches comfort in the face of God’s judgment is not doing God’s will. I refuse to be comforted. I want to be taught to turn the tide; I don’t want another doze of anesthetic.

I refuse to be comforted.

A Message to the Colts from Drew Brees

Finding freedom

I have a confession to make……..I am a recovering racist, pornographer, murderer, cheater, thief, etc.  I know that many people can say the same things, but in reality all of those things are not even the worst of what I truly am recovering from.  The thing that I am recovering from the most is this, being religious.  I’m not kidding.  Lately I have been seeking Jesus for no other reason then to just know Him.  I don’t want Him to make me a better husband, father, friend, businessman, etc. I have just wanted to know Him.

In this process I have come to realize that I am FULL of junk!!  I am the worst of sinners and yet Christ still loves me!!  He still came and died even when He knew I would wrestle with being a religious pharisee.  It’s true.  I grew up in a strict evangelical denomination.  With that being the case I was taught and believed things about God and People that are just not true.  So as I have come to the realization that some of the things I have been taught and believed are not true I have had to repent, grow, and ask Jesus for more GRACE and MERCY.  It’s a daily fight and it’s not easy.

Being that I am a big fan of politics I have had to being my thoughts, beliefs, and ideas, about how I think things should be to the foot of the cross, and I must admit that many things have had to die.  Now that’s a good thing but taking up your cross always hurts, because something inside of your MUST die!!  Jesus called us not to live for Him as much as He called us to die with Him!!  Right now I am dying!!  Everything is being taken into the Holy Throne room of the great King and being examined.  I must admit that I have more hay and stubble then gold or silver.

Am I sad about all of this?  No!!  I am happy.  Jesus is peeling away the onion of my life and ridding me of all the junk that keeps me bound to religion and death.  Freedom is about life!!  Freedom is about joy!!  Freedom is about FREEDOM!!  I AM FREE!!!  JESUS HAS FREED ME FROM THE CURSE OF SIN AND DEATH!!  JESUS HAS FORGIVEN MY MANY SINS AND FREED ME TO DIE WITH HIM AND LIVE IN HIM!!  I AM NO LONGER BOUND!!

The Cross of Christ is greater then just forgiving sin.  It does do that but it also brings redemption to a life, which in turn brings it to a family, which in turn brings it to a neighborhood, which in turn brings it to a community, which in turn brings it to a city, which in turn brings it to a county, which in turn brings it to a state, which in turn brings it to a nation, which in turn brings it to the world.  I am free, I am redeemed, and I will tell EVERYONE!!  Until next time.

Much love,

Shawn

Classic Sitcom Predicts Super Bowl

According to beloved/barely-remembered sitcom Smart Guy, New Orleans will lead Indianapolis 54-3 at halftime of the Super Bowl. Since it’s about a little kid who’s so smart he goes to high school, we will believe this. Video proof after the jump …

President Obama

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be President of the United States of America?  I mean if you really think about it, you get to know things that no one else in the whole country can know.  Things like are there aliens at Area 51?  Was there a second shooter that really killed JFK?  Did someone in the intelligence community know that we were going to be attacked on 9/11?  Is the moon really made of cheese……..ok, we know the answer to this one but if you think about it, it’s still a good question.  Maybe the cheese is in the middle.  But I digress.

I have been thinking a lot about our current President.  Actually I think about our President on a pretty regular basis, mainly because I am a big American history buff and love to study America politics.  However, what I have been thinking a lot about is that even though I am not a Democrat (or much of a Republican) I think that most people forget that the President is just another guy.  He has a wife (a pretty one at that), two beautiful little girls, and likes sports.  Heck, he even likes to drink beer, which I think is AWESOME!!  I would so have a beer with the President!!

Anyway, what I am trying to get at is that I think that we forget that the President is just another guy.  Here are a few pics to prove what I am saying:

I honestly think that we should complain less about what we don’t like about our President and pray more for him and his family.  The fact of the matter is, is that many Christians complain a whole lot about what the President and what he should be doing or should not be doing.  Lately I have been challenged by God to really take time to pray for President Obama.  It’s true that I don’t like his policies but ultimately God has instituted all authority :

Romans 13:1-7

13:1 Let every person be subject to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and those that exist have been instituted by God. 2 Therefore whoever resists the authorities resists what God has appointed, and those who resist will incur judgment. 3 For rulers are not a terror to good conduct, but to bad. Would you have no fear of the one who is in authority? Then do what is good, and you will receive his approval, 4 for he is God’s servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God’s wrath on the wrongdoer. 5 Therefore one must be in subjection, not only to avoid God’s wrath but also for the sake of conscience. 6 For because of this you also pay taxes, for the authorities are ministers of God, attending to this very thing. 7 Pay to all what is owed to them: taxes to whom taxes are owed, revenue to whom revenue is owed, respect to whom respect is owed, honor to whom honor is owed.

While I don’t totally understand this scripture and what God is totally saying I do think that respecting those in authority is the right thing to do.  I also think that praying for our leaders is not only right to do, but mandated by God!!  Paul the Apostle lived under one of the most violent tyrants to ever live and yet he called us to submit and pray for our leaders.  Maybe if we as Christians really did do what God called us to do we would see the change that we are really hoping for.  For me I am challenged to pray more and complain less.  Until next time.

Much love,

Shawn