my mind

"O God, where art thou? And where is the pavilion that covereth thy hiding place? How long shall thy hand be stayed, and thine eye, yea thy pure eye, behold from the eternal heavens the wrongs of thy people and of thy servants, and thine ear be penetrated with their cries? Yea, O Lord, how long shall they suffer these wrongs and unlawful oppressions, before thine heart shall be softened toward them, and thy bowels be moved with compassion toward them?"

my friends, brothers and sisters, this subject has been on my mind for quite some time now, and so I decided I needed to share my feelings, and beliefs.

how often do we feel as if God's place, (heaven) is being covered from us? (personally or in other respects, for all intensive purposes, I want to address this on a worldly scale) It is my personal belief that God's Hiding place (hereafter to be referred to as heaven) is not covered from our world leaders. but perhaps those leaders are covering themselves from the influence of the Almighty.

Now, it is not my place to make judgments toward anyone, especially our country's leaders. but as we are about to find ourselves with a new Commander-in-chief I feel it is my place, or all of our places, to step forward, and vote for him who is most qualified to receive inspiration from our Heavenly Father. now, I will not go into politics for all of you know my feelings on both candidates. but, I would stress, we need to look to him who best fits that mold of the Presidents of old. those who actually, 1. listened to the people, 2. listened to their (worthy) advisers, and most importantly 3. listened to the Lord as best they could.

now, on to the 2nd part of my bluster. and the 2nd part of that wonderful scripture.
"O Lord, how long shall they suffer these wrongs and unlawful oppressions, before thine heart shall be softened toward them, and thy bowels be moved with compassion toward them?"

I feel as if we are all being oppressed, not necessarily in the ways we normally think of, or even in the ways that the prophet was speaking of. but by the Advisary, Satan knows his time is short, he knows he only has a short amount of time before the second coming of our Lord. He is fighting like never before, "he is taking the strongest, most courageous souls from the ranks of heaven" he knows exactly what can make each and every one of us fall into sin, but we are strong! "there will be a day when the hearts of men will fail, but today is not that day, today, we fight!" we must fight! there is no other way. in the end. the outcome is clear, and pre-destined, the forces of righteousness will prevail. but we must decide today which side we will be standing on when the Lord comes again.

my dear brothers and sisters, the end is near, I feel we will see the 2nd coming in our life time, we cannot wait any longer to do what is right! we can not procrastinate our salvation any longer. my brothers and sisters, take the hand of the Lord. we are in the middle of the raging sea, and only him, ONLY THE LORD can save us. he is the only one who can reach out, and take hold of us, and pull us to the surface. I pray I can take the hand of the Lord. I pray I can withstand the raging sea around me, long enough to see my savior once again, in flesh, and be able to say, in the last day, that I was faithful, that I did all I could do. that I did not just my best, but my VERY best.

My friends, we are in the final days, there is no doubt about it, all is falling into place, prophecy being fulfilled, the time is gone when we could stand, and bathe in Hell's cesspools with the supposition that we can repent later, and all will be forgiven. the time is now to repent, and come unto Christ. I pray I can do what is right, I pray I can do all the Lord asks of me, and I pray I can be a light on a hill, and shine to the world. this I pray, with my humble plea, come unto Jesus my brothers and sisters.

blogging once more...

so, as many of you may have noticed, I stopped Blogging for quite some time (close to a month, which translates to about 1,317 years in blogging time) but I'm back! I am one who must be in the mood to author words of sagaciousness (look it up) and wit. sure, I can crap out a blog in about 15 min. if I must, and I'm sure it wouldn't be terrible, but then again, who wants to read my crap... seriously?!

anyways! on to my subject for today,
as some of my Facebook friends will have noticed, I just returned from the land of milk and honey, that is to say, California. sure, one can argue theres close to 38 million living there, (compared to Utah with it's meager 2.645 million(which means LA alone has about 4.5 times the population as Utah)) or that the pollution is close to unbearable, or the fact that (as per most of the worlds understanding) California has "unsafe places" (Compton, Carson, east LA, West LA, South LA, North LA, LA, Hollywood, Inglewood, Oakland, Ontario, Oxnard, Long Beach, among others) but you know what, I honestly don't care. it's my home, I love that state, and theres no amount of coaxing that will detour me from that notion.

secondly!
I honestly don't understand why, ever time I am asked if I want to go fishing, I accept. I get perniciously ill every time I step foot on a boat smaller than a cruise liner. but still, the beef-witted person that I am, accepts. so this time I came prepared, I brought Dramamine! and of course it didn't work, all day I was chumming the fish, emptying my already uninhabited stomach. so, after a good 7-8 hours of vomiting, sleeping, waking, vomiting, and so on, I decided I wouldnt go fishing the next day. but to my surprise, I am awoken at 4:30 by my brother who says, if you dont want to go, talk to Dad, so I get dressed, and walk (groggily) to my dad's hotel room. (of course im playing it up just a bit, because obviously I don't want to do today) and he smiles and says, look what we got! and he points out, more (apparently more powerful) Dramamine, Ginger Gum, and wrist bands, which claim to undo sea sickness altogether, after seeing my fathers face, I decide to go, no matter how sick I might become.

so, there i was, getting on the boat at 6:00AM hoping and praying (as had become routine) that I wouldnt get sick, and I would have a good day, and as we set out, I feel alright, and after about an hour, I feel FINE! by thins time I should be thanking God that i'm not puking over the side of the boat, but seeing as how I dont often do as I should, I simply thank my heavenly Father for his blessing, and go get myself a GREASY, DELICIOUS breakfast sandwich. (eggs, bacon, toast, hashbrowns, cheese, and about a full gallon of bacon grease.) after this marvelious sandwich, I still feel fine! I fish for a few hours, and then comes the magic time of lunch, I still feel great, so there I go, get a double cheese burger, once again, saturated with wonderful artery floging... i mean clogging liquid gold, GREASE! and much to everyones suprise, im feeling great! so long story short... the Lord blesses you with the things you need, wow.. I should be the Gospel Doctrine teacher... ooh wait... lol

anyways! there you have it! a BLOG! feel free to comment!
yours always,
-Eric

love stinks... for me

dearest readers,
I come to you once more, but this time, not as a whimsical person full of hilatiousness. but as a man, broken hearted, and defeated. from time to time we all have our moments of pain and suffering, but my friends, I have had enough, enough of falling for one girl after another, hoping, and quite literally praying, that she will be the one, that at least we can become friends, and more. that she will give me the chance to show her that i can make her the happiest woman on the face of the earth. but, as is custom, this cant happen. because for some reason, the name Eric Chantry is cursed, for some reason, a woman CAN NOT fall in love with Eric Chantry, whether it's my personality, or some primal womanly instinct, I don't know. but what I do know is I'm tired of it! I want a relationship to work out for once! just once, once is all I need!

so this subject would lead me to my next point, and although many of you will think I'm falling into another depression cycle, I'm not, I'm just simply stating the facts.
my point being, what is it about me that all females detest?! I try my best to be the one they al dream about, I'm kind, I care, I listen, I'm a worthy priesthood holder, I love my family, so one would say, wow, Eric, your amazing! and many have! but WHAT THE CRAP IS GOING ON?! why can I go on dates with girls, and they like me, but ONCE I try to take it to the next step, it all falls apart? ok, I will admit more often than not, I do move fast, but thats not because I want to get my giggy on, I just want to get things going, I want her to know I'm interested. but for some reason EVERY girl on the planed that I've met thinks that that means I'm ready for marriage, and they say slow down, so I step back, because the last thing I want, potential girlfriend or not, is for her to be uncomfortable.

anyways, I know this was random. but ooh well, it's my blog!
hope all is well.
much love
-Eric