YES! YES! YES!- #SteubieFL7/15/2014 I had the honor of serving along side a team of servants this weekend at Steubenville Florida in Orlando. This team brought a heat that made the Florida heat seem air conditioned. Every speaker was on point, passionate, and authentic. The music and visuals provided an atmosphere of radical catholic love, which introduced the weekend with an energy that didn't let down for the first drum hit to the last strum. The speakers rode that majestic wave and the Holy Spirit inspired us to real know the needs of teens and to speak to that. All the music, words, and atmospheric allure paled in comparison to the main highlight JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF. When he arrived and encountered the teens, briefly on Friday night, his demeanor was that of "just wait my children I'm gonna bring the refreshing heat of my mercy and love soon enough." The spirit moved in these teens and throughout the weekend it was present. The Mass on the following morning provided the spiritual nourishment needed for the rest of journey. Workshops, entertainment, and my personal favorite the service project was awe inspiring. Seeing the teens engaged in the numerous sessions and then providing meals to Africa via the CRS (Catholic Relief Services) made be so proud to be Catholic. However, once again JESUS would take all the work and give them rest on Saturday night. When he arrived walking through the smoke of incense through the teens it was something than would make the most epic moment seem dull. This moment was the apex of epic moments. The teens, and the team witnessed Christ heal, revive, and reveal himself in a manner that just seemed like all accepted with a peaceful surrender. Saturday ended, and Sunday followed with men's and women's session and I have to say that this is the generation where these young men are going to become crusaders for purity. The power of the men's session left me speechless, inspired, and hopeful for the future. The bishop ended the weekend long journey with a witty and on point homily that wrapped everything up perfectly. I can hear the heavenly court just chanting YES! YES! YES!...as the team spoke and sang as one voice in Holy Spirit, proclaiming that at the end of the day above all God Is!
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LOVE-it LUBBOCK6/19/2014 Arriving to Lubbock, Texas was a bit of a sanctifying experience. Wednesday, June 18th was wacky Wednesday with the delayed flights, changing airlines, transferring bags. There is always a trust component that needs to be present when doing the work of God, and as a human…um lets just that say that becomes more of a challenge. Regardless, there was a mission that needed to be accomplished, so focus needed to be crystal clear. I arrive to Lubbock about two hours outside of the scheduled time and was greeted by three amazing people, who made me feel at home in Texas. Now you know the old adage “when in Rome…” Well I took that upon myself and did as Texas did…I found the nearest Chinese Buffet. You would think, Mexican food, or brisket, NAH not today,I was feeling unconventional. I needed comfort food and Big Star Chinese Buffet was just that; food, fun, and fellowship was enough to settle the nerves of traveling. Traveling is not always easy knowing that the three loves of my life are at home missing their Catholic Channing Tatum (that’s me in case you are all wondering). I arrived at Our Lady of Guadalupe and man was I amazed at how beautiful and welcoming the Church was. Their zeal for evangelizing through the simple act of loving your neighbor spoke volumes. It was clear this parish was familia, and their pastor was a true leader in his community. The vibrant, Eucharistic centered community made the soil for the youth very fertile. They were all engaged, on fire, enthusiastic, and passionately in love with Jesus. These 300 plus teens from Our Lady of Guadalupe (and neighboring parishes) were surprised to know that the topic of last night’s Youth Night was Zombies and Our Culture. It was a killer night! (Pun intended) My Memorable Highlights (other than the Buffet) : 1.) I asked the question “who thinks their beautiful?” and one girl throws her hands up confidently and say “ME!” She was genuine and her response and said to myself…SELF, only if the world responded as this teen girl did, self esteem issues, depression, and suicide would drop dramatically. 2.) This one teen boy came up to me and said “I respect you man” (disclaimer this isn’t about me but more about him). He seems rocked, like something hit him. He came by himself, bringing along with him his lil cousin. “Man, I was tired [from work] and I did not know if I should come…my little cousin didn’t want to come, but we are glad we did…I respect you!” I left saying to myself… “SELF!!!” This teen in the midst of his daily busy life took the time to come to an optional event not for him but for his little cousin. His sacrifice became a fruitful act, because his cousin enjoyed, and this teen left inspired. Not because anything I said, but because the Lord opened his heart to receive whatever came down the pipe. I respect him 3.) The cutest moment of the night goes to two little girls ages 6 or so. They skipped over to me with a cell phone at hand. One stood on one side, the other on the other side. They posed and looked at me like “yo get on our LEVEL” not one word said. The assumed the selfie position and without missing a beat I joined and they snapped. They skipped away discussing who gets to see the picture first. This simple confident act of “Yo-get-on-my-level-selfie” was enough for me to see what Jesus meant about having faith like a child. This made me want to skip to the Jesus and take a selfie Regardless of how stressful it was getting to Lubbock, the trouble was worth it. It was crystal clear that Lubbock, Texas and Our Lady of Guadalupe Catholic Church are embracing the New Evangelization and are not afraid to invest in their parishioners through the priceless act of loving your neighbor. I have left learning more from them, than them from me. Next stop…Steubenville Florida. Not Today...I ain't dinner.5/10/2014 Imitation of Christ: Book 1, Chapter 13 Of Resisting Temptations
Many seek to flee temptations, and fall worse into them. We cannot conquer by flight alone, but by patience and true humility we become stronger than all our enemies. Predators have a system of making sure survival is of utmost importance, and food is one of the greatest elements of surviving. They couldn't eat as often as needed if they attacked the strongest of their prey, so they normal attack the young or the weakest. I am no longer young nor will I remain weak. In this fight or flight mental game with sin I will choose the former to keep me alive. By doing so I need to acknowledge two major things: 1) a predator exist and 2) death (in terms of sin) is a real consequence if ones weak and unaware. Many of us make the mistake of running from temptation and not meeting it head on on the battleground for our soul (sounds epically extreme, but let's call a spade a spade; that's what's going down). Now don't mistake what I am saying as an excuse to open the loins cage and slap it because, that would just be plan stupid. I'm saying acknowledge the lion, hear its prrrr and choice to not die today. 1 Peter 5:8 "Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour." The key words hear are: ROARING and LOOKING. The evil one makes a lot of noise to make itself seem more powerful than it really is, and as any predator it is looking for the weak to devour. But you aren't weak are you? Of course not, because weakness is a choice, like fear is a learned behavior. A predator exist and death is a consequence of ignorance and/or timidity! Bring the Fire: #walkitout2103/25/2014 GOD NEVER TAPSOUT11/17/2013 Exodus 5:2: “Pharaoh answered, ‘Who is the Lord, that I should obey him and let Israel Go? I do not know the Lord, and I will not let Israel go.’” This verse is the biblical trash talking of the Middle Bronze Age. This type of verbal jabbing makes Chael Sonnen sound like a kid learning the Gettysburg address for the first time. Anyone who watches MMA knows that before any fight there is the war of words that takes place, and at times it tends to be more vicious then the fight itself. After watching a lackluster controversial card last night I started to think; “why is it that anyone would ever let it go to the judges?” These fighters train for months with a goal of finishing a fight, and never losing. I at times, before, making a plea to God attempt to strategize “how can I best get the result that I need from God” (sounds foolish doesn’t it). Better yet, for years I have trained (just as hard as an MMA fighter at high mountain elevation) myself to think, that I know myself better than anyone else, and at times that even meant GOD. When it came to my future, and my will, well God and I had diffrences, it was time to close the cage door behind us. If that is the mindset for someone who believes and loves God, how much more does that happen with non-believers and GOD. God must be putting his title up for grabs perpetually. I often think about how much today’s society responds to the mandates of God in a similar fashion as pharaoh (thus closing the cage door behind them): “who is the Lord, that I should obey him.” Society speaks of this God as if they have no clue who the Lord is, and by society I mean the culture of the United States. As a nation founded under God, this Lord ought to be familiar to society; however, he is treated as an outside, foreign God (we are talking about the undisputed champion of the universe). Consequently, in this case Pharaoh can speak of God as foreign to him, because this Lord Moses works for was foreign to Egypt. See Pharaoh is a state champ. He was given the title of Egypt, but as for the universe, man he was dealing out of his league. That’s like someone who watched the Karate Kid getting in the cage against Cain Velasquez. Pharaoh, the god-man of the Egyptian people, was well versed in his understanding of gods in Egypt, because he had many to honor and give sacrifice to, yet the Lord was not one of them. Pharaoh’s response to Moses was not an inquiry worthy of an explanation, because he had no intention of attempting to grow wise about the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. Pharaoh’s response rather captures a tone of “Who is this God of the slaves? And why does he not know who I am?” (sound like fighting words don’t it) We have to understand the backdrop of this scene in order to capture the fullness of significance of this scripture. This land had become the land of Joseph, son of Jacob: however, the decedents of Joseph and his brothers had died, leaving the Israelites in the land of Egypt. The Israelites were fruitful and multiplied, thus outnumbering the Egyptians substantially, so much so that: “The new king, who knew nothing of Joseph, rose to power in Egypt. He said to his people, ‘See! The Israelite people have multiplied and become more numerous than we are! Come, let us deal shrewdly with them to stop their increase; otherwise, in time of war they too may join our enemies to fight against us, and so leave the land’” (Exodus 1:8-10) Exodus 1:8-10 was propagating a cultural of fear which led to the decision to kill the first born of Israel, using the Nile as an instrument of death. However, these waters would give birth (figuratively) to one survivor: Moses. Pharaoh’s daughter found the boy in a basket in the Nile and took him in. This Levite survivor of the genocide would now become royalty, through adoption. Yet, that would not last very long in the story. Moses witnessed the treatment of the slaves and conspired and killed his “own” kinsmen and buried him in secretly in the desert. Moses out of fear fled Egypt, after being accused by a Hebrew man of his crime. From rags to riches, now from riches to rags, Moses became a simple hero in Midian by saving the seven daughters of Reuel from some Shepherd’s. From the gratitude of Reuel, Moses found himself a part of the family, married to one of the seven, Zipporah and with a son, Gershom. Time had passed and as the King of Egypt died and new king was appointed, Moses remained in Median as a simple shepherd’s aid. On his trip to tend to Reuel’s sheep by Mt Horeb he came across “a fire flaming out of a bush.” His name was called by God, and the reason why would soon be revealed. God was tired of the way his people were being treated, so he commissioned Moses to confront Pharaoh and mediate. God would send Moses as his messenger to advocate for the liberty of the Israelites from the bondage of slavery. Moses rebutted by humbly advising God that he was not cut out for the job. God, however, assured Moses that he would not be alone. In addition to his assurance, he also revealed his name to Moses, so that he could communicate it to this people, the Israelites. “I AM has sent me to you…God spoke further to Moses: This is what you will say to the Israelites: The Lord, the God of your Ancestors, the God of Abraham, The God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob, has sent me to you” (Exodus 3:15) This scripture that I chose is in part a fulfillment of the commissioning of Moses to speak on behalf of the Lord, I AM . Moses, though reluctant to follow God’s call, trusted in God’s promise and providence and carried out his commitment to God. The plot was set for an epic encounter between the self-proclaimed god-man, Pharaoh, and the majesty of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. All Pharaoh had ever known was his divine kingship and his calling to protect his kingdom as king, priest, and general. Pharaoh, by giving proper respects to the gods, especially Rua, from whom he was believed to be a descended of, would protect his people from unnecessary death, famine, and plague. Yet, the three roles would be compromised and tested, as Pharaoh’s divine kingship would be no match for that of God. Exodus 5:2 has relevance that spans ancient civilizations up to our present day. For hundreds of years the people of the Nile River Valley have been accustomed to the polytheistic ways of the desert. Thanks and sacrifice had been offered to the gods that pertained to whatever natural element produced life or did not produce life. The Egyptians and people of the Nile Valley were acclimated to submitting to numerous gods, and the Egyptians modeled a reverence, fear, and respect for their gods that may have paved the way for a number of polytheistic religions. When Moses approached Pharaoh with; “Thus says the Lord, The God of Israel: Let my people go…” (Exodus 5:1), the proverbial MMA trash talk started, and Pharaoh was placed in a peculiar position: heed the words of a fallen- away Egyptian and tapout to this foreign God’s request, or stand firm in his beliefs and protect his house and close the cage door behind him. The latter was chosen and a larger-than-life confrontational story was captured; Egypt versus God. This brings to light many correlating examples of today’s societal mind-set of one’s own relativistic “self-deitizing:” in other words, relativism has made people make themselves deities of sorts (god-men) by claiming that they know better than God’s plan. This gives people the impression that they can make God tap out, however that will never happen; God Never Taps Out. The overarching response to God, whether vocally or attitudinally, is the same response that Pharaoh gave Moses: “Who is this God and why should I listen to him” Although many people (except militant atheists) do not go as far as Pharaoh, some of us, due to our fallen nature, are tempted to think this way or actually have done so. However, we need to draw from the richness of the triumphant story of Exodus and the power of God in the midst of a nation of unbelief and come to the understanding that God is always more powerful than our stubborn ideologies. And regardless of our training, and our “knowledge of self” we will never submit God. God Never Tapsout. Culture of the LIVING DEAD (pt 1)10/13/2013 Culture of the Living Dead The city is silent. You can feel the isolated sounds of dragging feet through the busy streets of New York. It's as dark as night with closed eyes, with only the faint struggling light of a street lamp. Suddenly the moans of what seems to be thousands of people can be heard. The very life that was once in you seems to fade away with every groan. You find yourself surrounded by human like creatures. These somewhat silent beings approach you. There is nowhere to run, they are everywhere and they want what you have: life. He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead. (Nicene Creed) You are probably looking at one of the biggest fan of the zombie culture (okay, biggest may be a stretch, I have yet to dress like a zombie). I have been a fan of zombie movies since I can remember. I love watching movies, reading about them and even in my own little way trying to Zombie proof every house I stay in. in, other words, I find ways to avoid getting bit during the zombie apocalypse: if it were ever to happen. The very first movie that I ever saw was Night of the Living Dead. And throughout the years I have seen every zombie movie there is to see from Return of the Living Dead to the most recent World War Z. These movies seem to intrigue me beyond belief. It was never a matter of fear, nor thrill, but there was something more intrinsically mesmerizing. Most people would say to me "Oscar really? that is so dumb!" and my usual response is "we’ll see, when it happens who's calling who dumb!" Will the prepared call the unprepared dumb, or vice versa. Those who are not as fascinated by the zombie stuff usual look at those who are with this bewildered stare, shoulders up, and the silent inner laugh prepared to be released like greyhounds on a race track; B.S.S.L for short (I may use it again down during this post) . I guess in a weird modern-day comparisons it almost like Noah preparing his giant ark and inviting people to join him on the ark as they respond in the same fashion (B.S.S.L) and say "really God is gonna send down a giant flood! you're a joke" now I know I'm not Noah and I am not saying zombies are like a big flood; I’m being comedic with my comparison yet the response of the people is oddly similar. And then it hit me, like a Louisville slugger to the back of a walkers doom piece (zombies head) This world is already filled with zombies, we are already a dead society. A culture of flesh-eaters (wait that's too intense, and slightly gory; for none zombie fans) allow me to rephrase, a Culture of the Living Dead or walkers for you modern day fanatics George Romero, director of the 1960 classic Night of the Living Dead and many others, approach to the zombie epidemic, in which he will never reveal what it is and how it happened. Other directors, rode this zombie wave and have various theories about this “mysterious-quick-spreading-threats” cause. The theories range from voodoo, to hell being full, to nuclear war, and even video game friendly t-virus (a reanimation virus, that is meant to cure diseases by reanimating dead sells, and producing a video game/movie empire by breeding three types of movies; zombie- monsters-sci-fi, into one…I digress) . I am no Max Brooks, but I have pin pointed it from the start, and have been avoiding getting bit ever since, and I am going to share it with you all. What if I were to tell you that all of these (in some way or the other), theories are the cause of our modern day zombie apocalypse. Evil, the culture of fear, and the perpetual media injections of relativism have created something less noticeable than the T-virus, more chilling than WWZ outbreak, but stronger than Frank Darabont and Robert Kirkman’s killer horde of walkers. We have been infected with the “relativistic faith virus” (RFV). From this point forward I will be using Oscar-fied zombie terms so I am going to define those terms, so as not to create any confusion as you continue to read: ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Governor = the media blitz promoting relativism and the culture of fear. RFV = “Relativistic Faith Virus” Walkers = Faithfull and non-faithful people who have been infected by RFV [The Governor] The Media Blitz & The culture of fear As I addressed in my blog “Irresponsible Journalism” Today’s news and journalist of the modern era, for the sake of ratings have blurred the lines of fact and fiction, news casting and entertainment. whether they do it for the thrill factor, shock factor, “ooo I’m so scared factor”, whatever it may be, they want you to tune in and buy in to the agenda they have created, or supported. And no one is off the hook CNN, FOX.. I know how it works, CNN equals lefty liberal democrats, FOX righty conservative republican. And MSNBC… I don’t know what’s up with ya’ll ya’ll just on are on a whole other level. I understand from an entertainment stand point, but it’s irresponsible, because you are putting out facts about stuff you know nothing about; There is this media blitz in today’s society that has honed in on the orthodox practice of faith, as if it is some sort of bad thing. We have been portrayed as people who are close minded, shallow, heartless, Jesus freaks, who aren’t in touch with reality. I don’t know about you, but I happen to be very open minded, deep, anti-kanye west (that was a joke, because of the heartless thing…but seriously that guy is a joke…I digress yet again) and yes a freak for Jesus, because might as well be freaks by the way the world responds to our convictions. They look at us like we have 3 heads when we say things like: “ I’m still a virgin, I’m waiting for marriage”, “I’m gonna be late for the game, because I’m going to Mass, “No I don’t want to puff-puff pass”, “and sorry man this is my last red solo cup, I don’t want to get twisted.” We are so alienated from our world, that we have become the Ricks, Carls, Carols, Glens, Darryls, Michonnes, Hershels, Andreas and Maggies (didn’t want to miss someone you may have liked) fighting to keep from getting bitten from the walkers or to avoid the poisonous, manipulative ways of the governor. [RFV}] “Relativistic Faith Virus” “ It’s not religion just because it’s dressed up like religion; it’s blasphemy against religion” Said Cardinal Gianfranco Ravasi, president of the Pontifical Council of Culture. This quote is not directly about the “Relativistic Faith Virus” (RFV), though it would have been cool if it was, rather is a response to the National Geographic about Santa Muerte. Yet, this is so fitting of quote. The “RFV” has disguised itself in Catholicism, like the T-virus disguises itself as an organic cell of the body, just like Santa Muerte disguises itself as a religious thing. This “RFV” is as synthetic as the “T-virus”, it was designed to help, but it has become a destructive force which alters the bodies functioning. This has created a society of walkers, flesh-eaters, or simply put zombies. [Walkers] Faithfull and non-faithful people who have been infected by RFV Lethargically-unmotivated-baffled -lifeless bodies meander in groups like modern day nomadic people trying to find a place and purpose, while passing on the RFV to unsuspecting, unprepared, uninfected and unfulfilled people. “What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can faith save him?.. For just as a body without a spirit is dead, so also faith without works is dead.” -James 2: 14, 26 To be continued… tHE sOUNDTRACK OF MY lIFE10/1/2013 THIS ISN'T A BLOG, AS MUCH AS IT IS MY REFLECTION OF THE IMPACT OF MUSIC IN MY LIFE. enjoy! Music you move me in ways that I could never imagine. You have been there as a soundtrack to my life, my soul, my journey to heaven. Every beat has caught the up and the downs. The harmony sung during times of climatic proportions, made every note sung as epic as the crescendo of cymbal during the orchestra of my celebrated years. The key change of the song right before a milestone reaches its zenith and the drop to a minor key when my life has hit its lows. You have made the hairs on my body stand at attention when a note is hit majestically perfect. You have made me close my eyes and imagine heaven, and have allowed me to envision the darkness of hell. You have put a triumphant smile on my face when the perfect song is sung, like the smile of a thousand mothers staring at their new born baby for the first time. You have captivated me in ways that I have never been captivated. You captured a part of my mind and heart that has made me forget about the haters, and sing a song to would change their minds about me. You were there to get me motivated as I looked my scholastic obstacles in the eye and told it today is my day; failure is not an option. You were even there when I first laid eyes on my future wife, encouraging me with the sound of trumpet blast to ask her hand for a dance that would last more than just that day, and go past the boundaries of that dance floor. Music I love you more than you know, but it pales in comparison to the love that I have for my wife and child. As my wife holds me tonight and says “Your all I ever needed” I’m reminded that music you are a vehicle. Music, you are that vehicle that drives me and family like a Sunday cruise through New England's foliage, without us evening knowing it. You’ve captivated me and family with your diversity. Music you are that instrument that plays a celestial song, like at Mass. On Sunday during the Liturgy I am held in awe by the calling to partake in the Holy Sacrifice as you play the strings of my mind and my heart creating the perfect chord progression, thus leading me to a greater intimacy and reliance on my Lord, as the angelic words “Be not afraid…I go before you always, Come follow me, And I will give you rest.” Yet I realize that when “the music fades and all is stripped away”, that I have to come back to the heart…of it. The love for my family is the heart of it. It is the perfect song that has ever been composed, produced, recorded, and heard. The song, that doesn't end and refuses to fade. That song driven by my love for them will be the sound track of my life here with my family. That song will be played in heaven when we all arrive before the throne unblemished. The song that the angels and saints will sing to welcome their servant family home, as our Lord, the song of songs, takes center stage and says with the most epic crescendo yet “well done my good and faithful servants” and the tear off of my face will be the maestros final wave of his baton, moving ever so slowly to fade out my song, as I frame my platinum hit on the walls of the kingdom and join in the choir of the heavenly throne singing “Hosanna in the HIGHEST” Music you move me, and Lord you lead. Aquinas…SAY WHAT? (Part 1)9/9/2013 How can someone really say that God doesn't exist? Have they ever been outside on a windy , rainy, or sunny day? Have they ever seen the sunrise, or set? Have they attempted to count the stars in the sky, or look closely at a grain of sand? Have they examined a leaf as it falls to the ground during autumn, or have they seen the majestic strength of the oceans waves? How could the world just assume that God isn't in any of these things that nature acts on “her” own. And who in the world is Mother Nature? (Please don’t tell me the mother of God, because I may just hurl) There is this guy who attempted to prove God to unbelievers without using “well the bible says so..so NAH”, or “Actually, Rendering from to the Catechism of the Catholic Church Section 2, Article 1 paragraph number 231…” and that guy was St. Thomas Aquinas, aka Doctor Universalis or Doctor Get-Your-Mind-Right. So I am going to break down St Thomas Aquinas’ Five Proofs. Mind you Dr. Get-Your-Mind-Right is deep, and I am not. So for the sake of this blog, we will tread water at the YMCA deep-end, and not attempt to go deep sea diving. 1st Proof: Argument from Motion nothing can move itself, and each thing in motion is moved by something else. Today while walking to work the breeze was something to embrace. But could you imagine how silly that would look, if I were to walk around hugging the air. It felt so good being covered by the wind as I traveled to the office. Where did this wind come from… “oh certainly not GOD” says the antagonistic sarcastic fictional Atheist I created in my head. I cannot just assume the wind came from nowhere, or just pawn it off on some coastal front or cold front from Canada making its way southbound. Though there maybe truth to the latter, it still has to have a mover. Envision a new car, lets say a Lexus LS 600, flat black with 22” chrome and black rims that spin (not that I like that car or anything) And lets say that Lexus Ninja were to make its way to my drive way…let me change that…a protected bullet proof, bird proof, human proof glass garage. How would the car have gotten there? Well for one, maybe Pam hit the lotto and secretly got me that car for being an amazing husband and a tow truck dropped it off, ever so gently as to not disturb the artistically crafted luxury Toyota (a brother can dream right?) The car, unless an autobot, couldn’t get self-there unless it was moved by a mover. My imaginary Lexus fantasy mobile, couldn’t move it self unless it had a driver in the seat, except in rare occurrences where alien robots transform in to certain driveable automobiles, but even then they can’t do any of that without the matrix. Now for some of you smarty pants; a remote control may come to mind, like in Back to the Future, however, Doc was still behind the controls. Or for some of you more urban individual’s Ghost Riding the whip may come to mind, but again someone started the car, and placed it in neutral, and imprudently decided to walk along the car, as if it was a dog obeying the command, heel, and if anyone decided that Ghost Riding my Flat black, 22” chrome rimmed, Lexus LS 600 Ninja is a cool idea; you on some stuff that our Lord needs to rebuke, ASAP. A driver, whether a tow truck driver, or Pam herself needed to drive that car into my protected bullet proof, bird proof, human proof glass garage. In short, it can’t move unless it was moved! Now, this doesn’t end here, but it does. There are 4 more proofs that we need to cover, and we will in this series called: Aquinas…SAY WHAT? So stay alert for new posts, and pray that one day a mover moves that Lexus LS 600, flat black with 22” chrome and black rims (that spin) into my life. AuthorOscar "Two Ten" Rivera is all about bringing the fire. 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