Compromised Reality

Why was I experiencing such an emotional drought? The reality was that I had been thriving on emotional experiences that masked the true condition of my spirit and therefore how I was living. I was a Christian whose life did not look like it had encountered Jesus.

I realized that I was a broken Christian, I prayed, went to Bible study, paid tithes, and would even help others pray, but I was not growing. I likened myself to a house with a beautiful exterior, filled with beautiful furniture and new carpeting but upon closer viewing the fixtures were rusting and mold infested the walls. Despite what my mouth professed, I ran from the charge to mature and therefore lived like the Word of God was not powerful enough to transform my life. In this book, I address what led to my ineffective Christianity and discuss how you can recognize your own.

If you are mad at God, find church and Bible study pointless, struggle to pray, are too ashamed of your past to see God's future for you, always set goals but never accomplish anything, then this book is definitely for you. In this book you will find: By my confession, I give you permission to confess that you to are broken and therefore struggle to be effective. By my personal clarity, I invite you to examine yourself through the Word of God, to find the source of the issues and the practical, working solutions.

Lastly, I hope to provide you with community, I've learned that no pile of dirt is unique, some of us just play with the dirt longer than others. Beloved, I invite you to be transformed by confession, clarity and community. Read more Read less. Here's how restrictions apply. Be the first to review this item Amazon Best Sellers Rank: Start reading Broke Down Christians on your Kindle in under a minute.

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From Confession to Change: The reality of our compromised Christian living. Set up a giveaway. There's a problem loading this menu right now. I'm going to wake up and this will just be a bad dream. I'm not going to die like this. I'm not going to go out like this. No way, no how. This just isn't possible. Denial, disbelief, confusion, all were understandable emotions for the boy to possess, even so, the situation happening before his very eyes was nothing more than real.

He was plummeting, through the air, at a very fast rate, to his doom. His eyes went down to the endless stretch of water flowing out before him. Up above him, there was everything he needed. He needed to go back. His arm grabbed onto a nearby branch. But his grip faltered, and before he knew it, he was falling, his screams all that he could hear, filling his whole heart and mind.

The water consumed him with a huge splash, as he frantically bobbed at the surface, trying to swim. Why had he never been taught to swim-why now, of all times? Much later, or whatever felt like later He got to his feet and looked above him. The sky he saw was a brilliant blue, as shiny as it had ever been, but something was desperately wrong. He glanced around, desperately, but finding nothing before him but vast pillars of sand that seemed to stretch out for miles and miles.

Every time the driver pulled, the thing moved along, too, and the odd people in strange cages huddled closer together, as though by doing so, they could forget that they were in a cage at all. Of course, he wondered why people were even in a cage to begin with, as that felt awfully weird and wrong to the young boy.

Shouldn't they be let out, along with everyone else? It was an odd thing to do, the young boy thought, as he gazed down at his golden flute, which his friend dwelled inside. The one who had led him here. Blue eyes as bright as the sky above scoured over the seemingly endless golden brown desert before him. He'd never seen such a thing before, being locked up down in that room he'd been in with Ugo-kun had made it so the young boy was totally unaware of anything most people knew about. He was unaware of a pair of golden eyes watching the both of them and their interchange with curious eyes before their owner turned back to doing his job as the cart driver, deciding not to get involved.

He continued looking around, studying all the golden lights circling around the people, noticing the children playing and smiling. He liked seeing all the positive lights bouncing around people, they all seemed so happy. But the lights of those people in cages seemed sad and lonely, they were all droopy. Perhaps if he touched those lights, they would cheer up? He glanced over at the driver, staring with cold hatred at the person he seemingly found to be in the wrong for everything.

Let these people know they're not to make noise and disturb me while I'm eating! Aladdin noticed some golden lights circling about the driver, but there were odd dark ones, crackling quietly and circling him in an odd way. For some reason, he didn't like the dark ones, they gave him a bad feeling and he could tell Ugo-kun didn't like them, either, from the sounds he was suddenly making. The young man driving the cart winced a little, before he turned back and chuckled, "It's all right! I know that, sir! I'll do better next time Or so he thought, but the fat man was the only one eating.

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Everyone else was just looking away, as though they were used to this. The driver looked unsurprised, too, and was just looking down at the ground. Commoners can't eat refined nobles' food! They only eat shit from a pig's trough, right, driver? No one has a greater amount of knowledge than you! You should learn from his example! You're all going to be worthless scum for the rest of your miserable existences on this planet! The parents hushed their children and drew them closer to themselves upon hearing that remark, and the boy tensed slightly upon hearing that, though his face remained impassive.

He turned to see the young man, the driver, who was not looking in his direction, while he himself was taking a bite out of something.

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It was the same fruit as before, Aladdin noticed. He glanced up and then around before quietly taking small bites of the food, and chewed so slowly it was as though he were a giraffe, he just quietly ate. This boy was way too quiet and Aladdin did not like it. The lights around this boy were very unusual. They fluttered toward him, but at the same time, the darker lights around him backed away from the Magi and burned at his touch.

The darker lights didn't seem very nice, Aladdin thought, as one seemed to blaze with anger upon him being near it. Now just shut up. You're lucky I covered for your ass back there. Don't piss that prick off. Aladdin wondered what he'd done wrong. Why had the angry boy smiled, then, if he wasn't happy at all?

Was he faking it? The boy had hair that was the color of the sun, in an unusual hairstyle, with odd things hanging off his ears, it was messy and hung in his face in a weird way. His skin was more tanned than most of the other people.

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He wore a long, red scarf around his neck, and a long white shirt, with a green shirt to match. There was an odd object around his waist. He had odd, white earrings on his ears. As he gazed into the young man's eyes, he paused. The eyes that peered back at him seemed to read everything about this world. The young man before him was smart-very smart, Aladdin realized-or, was he?

Some of his behavior seemed a little stupid, like the whole smiling when he wasn't happy thing. He felt like he was being glared at when he stared at the boy for too long, though the look on his face was friendly and welcoming. Aladdin shuddered at the creepy aura emanating from the teen. But despite that, the one thing the lights told him about this boy was: A very palpable loneliness resonated throughout the lights and came to him. Clearly, he's not wanting of any friends. The teen's golden eyes what an unusual eye color, he'd never seen anyone with that eye color before.

It reminded him a lot of the sun. However, his eyes narrowed as he'd clearly realized Aladdin had been watching him. Now, Aladdin, was it, kindly shut up. You don't want to deal with a man like him, okay?

The boy nodded before turning back to his food. The boy choked on his apple. It's when you can't find any food to eat. Now leave me alone.

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The boy's face flushed slightly before he turned away. Food is just an essential. Don't mistake it for anything personal. They arrived at the place, but somewhere along the way, Aladdin snuck into the back of the caravan to snack on some other food since he was hungry. I just don't know why he acts that way, boss, I'm really sorry! He started pretending he knew Aladdin, for some reason. Why was he pretending? Aladdin looked at the odd person. Why was he content with being dishonest?

So what of it? That's what you can call me," He said, smiling. Practicing for band practice? So, where are your parents at, kid? Or are you an orphan? Alibaba didn't seem like a very nice person. But he gave off a different aura now, one of warmth. The boy's eyes widened. They're supposed to have mystical powers and treasures inside. I want to conquer one. I don't know where you came from, but you're just coming along with me now, and then-". The boy jumped ten feet in the air. You're going to be somewhere else. I don't have time to babysit.

I've got more important things to accomplish. The boy's eyes glinted. Now, are you in? I saw what you did earlier, with that giant. That was pretty cool. I need to ask him something. The boy grunted in frustration. You just gotta deal with it as it comes. The boy paused, before his gaze trailed to the ground. You can call me that, if you want.

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Alibaba swung his legs back and forth as they sat at the brothel. How entertaining this was. He could flirt with all the sexy chicks he wanted to, and no one would say a word. It was fun playing the role of the innocent, naive youth and then turning the tables. Alibaba frowned at the wine that had been set out and pushed it aside.

He didn't care for alcohol. He wasn't a drinker and besides, that just reminded him of the old days Alibaba had led an interesting life. He was a liar who was pretending to be someone he wasn't. He had previously been living in another world, until an accident happened and then he'd woken up in this world.

Not that he would ever tell anyone those secrets. Some secrets were meant to never, ever be told, and "Alibaba" had sworn he would never trust anyone ever again. Not even this kid. People would use you and you would use people. As much as it hurt to do such things, Alibaba had pledged to never be hurt again. Oh yes, there were some nice-looking girls here. Not bad on the eyes, some with very nice legs, some nice breasts Alibaba took a sip of the wine, shuddered before pushing the cup as far away as possible, and said, "Could I have some water, instead?

I'm not one for drinking, myself. Though "Alibaba" was many things, a liar, a thief, a jerk, and a coward, there was one thing he wasn't, and that was judging by the looks of someone else. He would rather judge by actions. But I see that on the inside, you are a sweet, charming angel. I'm certain of that much just by looking at you. It took a total of five seconds for Alibaba to gently push the women around him away from him before he sprang up, and stormed over to Aladdin, with fury present on his face.

That wasn't very polite of him to do. He glared at Aladdin before dragging him over to the corner. Didn't you know you're supposed to ask before doing that to a girl? And if you want to do those things with girls Second, it's utterly revolting to do. Keep your hands to yourself and your rocket in your pocket. You might be a man, but you need to not act like a sex fiend, okay? I bet you're a virgin. After telling him only that it was something gross and that people got tired doing it, Aladdin looked horrified.

Appearances aren't everything, okay? First thing to know when trying to attract a woman: And it's not okay for anyone to hit anyone, but if you make the moves first on her and she says no, that's assault. So next time, don't do the He instantly woke, quickly tucking his parchment and quill back in his second "scarf," which actually had an opening in the middle safe for tucking things in it.