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Men are falling all around us. Who will fight? Who shall we send?

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  • discouragement

    I Feel It Heavy Today

    When I started this blog, it was just for me. A place to process, to write, to keep a living record of where I’ve been and what God is teaching me.

    Then, one day, I saw almost a hundred views. I got excited, thinking maybe this could turn into something more. Then I realized… most of those views were probably me checking the stats. In reality—maybe zero views.

    Life’s funny like that. It brought me right back to my original purpose: to write honestly, even if it’s just for me… and maybe, somewhere along the way, someone else will be encouraged too.

    But lately? Life has been hard. Every move I make seems to be met with doubt, suspicion, or just a lack of faith.

    I’ve been thinking about discouragement. The word itself—dis + courage—literally the opposite of courage.

    A loss of confidence or enthusiasm; dispiritedness.
    A loss of confidence… in what?
    In God’s plan? No.
    In me? Definitely not.
    In this daily grind ever getting easier? Absolutely.

    I thought things would get easier after I “paid the price”—at least what I thought was the price. If I could have made everything right immediately, maybe things would be different. But I didn’t. I hesitated. I lacked courage. And that lack of courage… it created discouragement in others.

    Then I read the second definition of discouragement:
    An attempt to prevent something by showing disapproval or creating difficulties; a deterrent.

    That hit different.
    Now that I’m chasing the Lord with everything I have—who would want to prevent that? Who would try to discourage that? Who am I really battling, not just during the day, but even in my sleep now? (I had a pretty realistic dream of fighting a demon the other night. I can still hear the noises of grunts and bones breaking while I was breaking his jaw.)

    he thinks he can win.

    But God.

    I refuse to give him power—over my family, over my wife, over my marriage.
    Especially not over my mind or my hope.

    Because my hope is eternal, and it is found in Jesus.
    Satan doesn’t have that power.
    Christ does.

    —AS

  • Have you fallen? There is hope.

    it’s not about the fall; it’s about the rise

  • it’s not about the fall; it’s about the rise

    Another HARD week. It’s just part of life. HARD. Long week at work. College finals week. Family life. Just absolutely difficult, challenging, tough, rigorous, demanding, formidable (and other synonyms) <HARD>

    In this life, you’re not going to survive soft. Look around; antidepressants growing, serotonin levels dropping, dopamine levels artificial. The world as you know it is a game of smoke and mirrors.

    Social media_ where you go to only show your best and judge other’s best. Cell phone_ literally first word is a synonym with a room in prison.

    Prisoners to our own flesh, this dark world, and one hated enemy.

    You are falling, have fallen, or are going to fall.

    Falls can be small, big, minor or in my case absolutely devastating to you, your family, your church and even community. The fall that I took has had some impact on every single facet of my life. Not one area has gone unaffected.

    the fall -It’s horrible. The hardest part of the entire process. However, life isn’t bout what happens to you, it is all about your reaction. Sir Isaac Newton’s Third Law of Motion was “for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction”. If only this law of motion applied to all aspects of life. Whatever happens, there is an equal and opposite reaction? If someone makes you really super duper angry, you react equally and opposite by becoming one of those fake xanax driven soccer mom’s where there’s always a spot up front? (Quote taken from Mom’s Night Out). Probably one of the most annoying movie characters ever created. That movie is probably streaming. Watch it with your wife. Right now.

    If only for every fall, there was an equal and opposite reaction. That would be nice. We wouldn’t be scared of falling. The reaction would put us right back where we were supposed to be. However, that isn’t the case. Sometimes people fall. They fall into darkness. Sin. Failure. Substance abuse. Violence. Anger. Depression. They fall and fall and fall. People turn their nose on them. They never rise. They fall and stay fallen without hope until one day…. they die. The End.

    That is 100% true for some. But brother, I am telling you today, that doesn’t have to be your story.

    “For a righteous man may fall seven times And rise again,”

    Proverbs 24:16

    ‘I get knocked down, but I get up again. You’re never gonna keep me down’ Congratulations on having that stuck in your head now. The song ‘tubthumping’ by the oh so famous band Chumbawamba. Yes. Look it up. Maybe that is where Allan “Boff” Whalley got the inspiration for the song. One day reading Proverbs, “Hey Fellas! Listen to this song idea!”

    Doubtful, but maybe there is a possibility somewhere. Ha.

    How many times are you going to fall? Once? Ten times? A thousand times? You realize you could literally fall 1,000,000 times but “And Rise Again“. If someone fell once, and never “Rise again” the one who fell a million times would be in better standing than the one who never got up!

    Get out of the pit! You don’t have to stay there! RISE AGAIN

    Life is not about the fall; it’s all about the RISE.

    So What’s it going to be? You going to stay down? You going to let the enemy win? he’s celebrating a victory right now for you reading this. But pay close attention to this next verse.

    Do not rejoice over me, my enemy;
    When I fall, I will arise;
    When I sit in darkness,
    The Lord will be a light to me.

    Micah 7:8

    Let that be your victory. Let that be the Lord’s will. You may have fallen brother. But now it is time to RISE.

    -AS

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  • … it …

    Don’t talk about it, be about it.

    Don’t talk about it, be about it.

    A cliche term i used plenty of times. What is it? …. IT.

    it1 /it/

    pronoun

    1. 1.used to refer to a thing previously mentioned or easily identified.

    Easily identified… previously mentioned….

    What is it then? We are chasing it. We are seeking it. it is something. it is nothing. it is life. it is death. it is…. well… relative. or is it absolute. it is easily identifiable. it is previously mentioned.

    i began thinking about it… How many times is ‘it’ written in the bible?

    Around 846 times. i began thinking about phrases with ‘it’ in them.

    Probably the most powerful… ‘it is finished’.

    “Then when lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin: and sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death.”

    James 1:15

    ‘it is finished’-(ἀποτελέω) to perfect; to bring quite to an end: accomplish.

    When lust concieves, sin is birthed and when it is perfected, ended and accomplished, it brings forth death.

    ‘it is finshed’… Dont talk but be about … ‘it’…? Death…?

    Death is what we have to look forward to when IT is finished..?

    “When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It is finished: and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.“

    John 19:30

    ‘it is finished’- (Τετέλεσται) To complete, to finish, to fulfill, to accomplish.

    Again… DEATH? IT is DEATH? He bowed His head and died. Everything/Nothing/Something is death? ‘IT’=Death?

    One ‘it is finsihed’ is the completion of sin bringing forth death.

    The second ‘it is finished’ is the completion of the prophecy of death that brings forth life.

    Through His death, we are made alive.

    “ I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.“

    Galations 2:20

    IT is life for us that are dead in Christ.

    Don’t talk about life, be about life.

    Is what you are doing today bringing forth life? Are you making conscious calculated intentional decisions to bring forth life today? Are you directing your family to follow life today? Are you being about life today?

    Choose It. Choose Life.

    Choose it. Choose Life.

    “I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life…” – Deuteronomy 30:19

    If we’re not intentional, we’ll walk through life talking about it without ever defining it — or worse, chasing the wrong it.

    So ask yourself:

    • Is what I’m doing today producing life?
    • Am I making decisions that breathe life into my family, my community, my calling?
    • Am I choosing it — the real it?

    Because at the end of the day, it is more than a word.
    It is a direction.
    It is a choice.
    It is a Person.
    It is Life.

    Don’t talk about it. Be about it.

    -AS

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  • forsaken

    Eli, Eli, L’mah Sh’vaktani?
    “My God, my God, why have You forsaken Me?”
    — Matthew 27:46

    These words strike deep. Even Jesus — the Son of God — cried out in anguish. Forsaken. Forgotten. Alone.

    I’ve felt that. Maybe you have too. So many men today feel it — the weight of abandonment, isolation, and invisibility. In a world moving fast and forgetting the soul of man, too many brothers are walking silently with heavy hearts. And some… some explode. A young man picks up a weapon not just out of hate, but out of a desperate need to feel something. To feel seen. Even infamy feels better than being invisible.

    And we see Jesus on the cross… crying out. Was He broken? Was He abandoned by His Father? If He could feel forsaken, then maybe there’s no hope for the rest of us… right?

    But wait.

    Look closer.

    That cry — “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?” — wasn’t just a cry of despair. It was a reference. A signpost. A direct quote from Psalm 22, written by David centuries before.

    “My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish?” — Psalm 22:1

    And down in verse 16:

    “They pierce my hands and my feet.”

    David was never crucified. His hands and feet weren’t pierced. This wasn’t about David. It was prophecy — a shadow of the Messiah.

    Jesus wasn’t crying out because God had truly forsaken Him. He was proclaiming, even in agony, that Scripture was being fulfilled. That everything was going exactly as planned.

    Because look at how Psalm 22 ends:

    “For He has not despised or scorned the suffering of the afflicted one; He has not hidden His face from him but has listened to his cry for help.” — Psalm 22:24

    Read that again. God did not turn away. He heard.

    So what do we do with this?

    We remember that Jesus knows what it feels like to be human. To hurt. To feel left behind. But we also remember that even in that place, He was fulfilling the mission. He was not abandoned — He was anchoring Himself in the Word. Declaring hope in the middle of pain.

    Men, we are not forgotten. We are not alone. The same God who heard His Son on the cross hears us in our silence.

    Christ was not forsaken — and neither are you.

    — AS

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  • sinner

    For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;

    Romans 3:23

    i have often heard this verse. It has been used as a verse to comfort those that mourn for their sin. “Hey bud, it’s okay; we all have fallen short of His glory. There is none righteous, no not one(v10).” Men have used this verse as a measuring stick for ages. We comfort each other and reassure each other that when we fail it is all good with God because He knows we will all fail His standard of righteousness.

    But my question today, Do we really understand this?

    Should we be comforted knowing that everyone is destined to hell without His blood forgiveness?

    When one truly thinks about that verse, it is maybe the scariest verse in the bible. No one that has ever walked this planet has ever been able to acquire or obtain the glory that God Himself holds and requires to spend eternity with Him…… except one.

    The comfort is not that we have all sinned. That is conviction of the Holy Ghost. The comfort is found later.

    But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.

    Romans 5:8

    A question was asked recently, when you think about your life with Christ, (your new life) what do you see? What is different about you now? Others said love, forgiveness, mercy, relationship etc. All great answers.

    The answer burning in my soul…. Justified.

    I am justified by the Blood. I don’t have to give account for my sins because I shall be saved from wrath through Him (Christ) and his death. We are justified, reconciled and sinners…

    -AS

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  • a new thing

    Hello. I am anonsorrow.

    I have no writing degree. I have no official skills for writing. However, I’ve written a few papers through college and work that seemed to get praise. Isn’t that what we are all after? Praise?

    I invite you to follow this journey. I have no idea where this goes. 2 Chronicles 20:12 ” nor do we know what to do, but our eyes are on You.“ I do not have the answers. I have never written a blog. I use to be addicted to social media sharing every detail about my life that made myself look good. This blog is looking for an outlet. I intend to stay anonsorrow. I have no idea about anonymous blogging. I just need something to talk. Counseling? Sure, already go. But there has to be an outlet to help other men going through this same thing.

    Follow me on this journey. I don’t have the answers. I don’t know what to do, but my eyes are on Him.

    Men need help. That’s it. That’s the post. However, we are too terrified to even talk about it. We hide behind our pride and egos. Funny that I’m saying that as I am writing anonymously. You’ll see why if you follow this journey. A man of sorrow. That’s Jesus. MY Jesus. But until four months ago, that wasn’t important to me. I talked to the talk. I even sometimes resembled to walk to walk. However, my heart was hardened and I didn’t even know it. The breaking. The Press. It isn’t until rock bottom for some and maybe success for others. We all need a Savior. I truly found mine through one of the worst times in my life. I plan to share this story.

    -AS

  • a man of sorrows: when men fall and the Lord Lifts

    In a world full of noise, bravado, and shallow expectations, men are falling—and they’re falling silently.

    They’re falling under the weight of pressure to be strong but emotionless.
    They’re falling into addiction to cope with pain they were told to ignore.
    They’re falling in relationships, families, responsibilities—shamed for failure but never offered help.
    They’re falling in faith, not because God has abandoned them, but because the world has muffled His voice beneath the rubble of pride and isolation.

    And no one is picking them up.

    Our culture praises self-made men but never speaks of the broken ones. We celebrate the winners but ignore the wounded. For every man who’s quietly battling depression, anger, temptation, or doubt, the silence is deafening—and deadly.

    But there is hope.
    There is one who sees.
    There is one who understands.

    “He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief…”
    —Isaiah 53:3

    Jesus knows.
    He knows what it means to be betrayed by friends, mocked by crowds, weighed down by pain, and crushed by the weight of the world’s sin.
    He knows what it feels like to cry out and hear silence.
    He knows what it is to carry burdens that aren’t even your own.

    And this man of sorrows, the one acquainted with grief, He is not afraid of your fall.

    He doesn’t walk past broken men. He kneels beside them.
    He doesn’t shame the fallen. He reaches out His hand.
    He doesn’t demand performance. He offers rest.

    If you’ve fallen—emotionally, spiritually, morally—know this: you are not beyond His reach.
    He doesn’t just see your wounds; He bears them.
    He doesn’t just hear your cries; He cried first.
    He doesn’t just understand your weakness; He stepped into it willingly—so you wouldn’t carry it alone.

    So what do you do?

    You get up—not by your own strength, but by surrendering to His.

    You speak—not to impress, but to confess.
    You kneel—not in shame, but in trust.
    You follow—not with perfection, but with humility.

    To the man who is weary, hiding, hurting, or simply holding on by a thread:

    You are seen. You are not alone. You are not forgotten. The Lord still lifts.

    Let Him pick you up. Let Him carry what you can’t. Let Him show you that the strength you long for was never in your fists—but in His scars.

    He is still the man of sorrows.
    But He is also the risen King.

    And in Him, so will you rise.

    -AS

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