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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

POST by JOSE: The Ladies in My Life

Jose cooking dinner in the Ohio Valley (West Virginia)

Hello my name is Jose Ballardo and I would like to tell you a little bit about how Jesus came into my life and how I accepted him as my Saviour.

My life in the past: I hadn’t yet accepted Jesus in my life. When I was 10 years old I was very spoiled by my mum. She worked hard and spent most of her time with my brother. I had a babysitter that took care of me. My mum gave us everything we wanted and we were very happy because we had everything we asked for.

Bad friendships: Over time, things became worse for our family. My mum got fired from her job and we didn’t have enough money. I would watch my mother cry because sometimes we didn’t even have food at home to eat. When I was 12 years old, I made some friends who were going through the same economic circumstances as me.

Bad decisions: My new friends were poor and knew my life. I felt comfortable being around them. Yet I saw that they would go out well dressed and with elegant style. They would say to me, “Do you want to look like us?”

I looked at myself and thought about all the poverty we were lived in. I said “okay, I would like to dress like you.” They said, “Good, let’s go steal some stuff… We are going to teach you how to do it!” So I followed them.

We walked to a specific location and then my friends said, “See the lady who is walking along the road? We will follow her and you're going to grab her around the neck and you’re going to throw her down to the ground and then steal all the money she has.”

I started to think about it, because the lady was very old and it seemed like a really bad idea. However, desperate times call for desperate measures and so I agreed to the plan. “Alrighty, I'll do it. I have nothing to lose…” So I approached the old lady and robbed her of the money she was carrying. I then ran fast and far. When we regrouped, we split up the money somewhat evenly and I felt full of adrenaline.

After the “old lady” incident, I started getting into fights with other people. I viewed it all as a game. However, my mum did not realise what had happened or any of the bad stuff that I was now doing. I would skip school to go and get into trouble with my so-called “friends.”

FLAWS THAT ENTERED MY LIFE: I would escape with my friends and they began to drink alcohol and smoke cigarettes, but I would only watch them. Then one day they said, “Jose, try this… You’re going to like it a lot and it will make you feel better, and you will forget about your troubles…” I asked them, “What is it?” They intelligently explained “It’s Marijuana.”

I started smoking the Marijuana and then began to feel really weird. After that I didn’t try it again, but I did try alcohol and cigarettes. Thank the LORD my body would reject these different drugs. I would ask my friends, “Why would you consume these drugs if you act like idiots after using them?” Their only response was to laugh at me.

The Sadness and suffering of my mother: as the time passed I would spend my time doing bad things. All I would think about were bad things and I listened to a lot of Satanic Rock and very violently music. I internally felt that my life was rubbish. I even came to a day where I cursed and insulted God’s name and blamed him for all my problems and thought about killing myself.

However, in these moments of rage, something would stop me. I would get really angry and I would yell and offend my mum and she began to cry because I treated her badly and would yell at her.

She had begun to notice me hanging around with bad people and doing bad things. I would never have acted like that in the past. My mother became very sick because of the problems I was causing her. She asked me, “Son, please change? Please go to church and seek God in your life?” It was funny to me and so I would laugh at her, “Who is God? For me God is like a whatever…”

Jesus touched my life: I was still into really bad things but one day a lady came and said to me, “Son, can I talk to you a little bit about Jesus?” I was 17 years old and I said “Okay, sure – why not…” This lady started talking to me about the Lord, and about the love he has for us.

She explained to me that Jesus sacrificially gave his life to save us and I hadn’t really known much about Him before this. When she had finished reading the word of God, she told me, “I’m inviting you to church tomorrow and if you don’t come I'll come get you and bring you myself.”  I told her I’d go because I had nothing better to do.

The next day I went to church to see what it was all about. When I entered, “wow” - I felt something different. I felt a heat in my whole body that comforted me and made me forget all my problems.

We started to sing and praise God. After that day I started going every week to church. God began to walk in my life. All the evil things I’d done were forgiven and I didn’t have a lot of problems in my life anymore.

Growing In Jesus: God has healed and changed me. Now I am a missionary and I give my testimony for the glory and the honour for God. Every day I pray for all the wonderful people that I have met on these trips.

My mother is healthy and everything is all falling into place, even though sometimes I fall down, God is there to pick me up and he says, “Come on son, I’m here with you. My hand is holding you.” In each church that I go to, I meet wonderful, nice people and I know that God has changed them like he has changed me.

This story was written by a Nicaraguan youth, and was voluntarily given to Capital on the Edge for publishing. The subject choice was his entirely. He has elected to write about his experiences for the glory of God and so that others may learn from his experiences. The translation of this work is performed voluntarily and not professionally, hence there may be some errors. Any decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable.

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Jose & Eliezer at Niagara Falls

Jesús en mi vida y como me a cambiado

Hola mi nombre es jose ballardo y les quiero contar un poco de como Jesús entro en mi vida y lo e aceptado como mi salvador.
Vida pasada: En mi vida pasada cuando no había aceptado a Jesús cuando yo tenía 10 años era un chico muy mimado por mi mama ella trabajaba mucho y pasaba solo la mayor parte del tiempo con mi hermano y la niñera que nos cuidaba mi mama nos daba todo lo que queríamos y éramos muy felices porque teníamos todo lo que queríamos.
Malas amistades: Con el tiempo las cosas se fueron  poniendo peor a mi mama la habían despedido del trabajo y no ajustábamos con el dinero habían mas deudas yo solo miraba llorar a mi mama porque abecés nos hacía falta la comida en el hogar. Cuando tenía 12 años conocí a unos amigos que pasaban por la misma situación que yo.
Malas decisiones: Ellos pasaban por lo mismo y me sentía cómodo con ellos, pero yo miraba que caminaban bien vestidos y muy elegantes y ellos me decían quieres ser como nosotros, yo me miraba y pensaba en la pobreza que estábamos pasando y les dije ok si me gustaría vestirme como ustedes y ellos me dijeron vamos a robar  te vamos a ensenar como hacerlo y yo les seguí y me decían te vamos a explicar vez aquella señora que va caminando la vamos a seguir y tu la vas a sujetar del cuello y la vas a tirar al suelo y le sacas todo el dinero que lleva y llo me puse a pensar por que la señora era muy anciana, pero después me dije ok lo voy a hacer no pierdo nada y vine y agarre a la señora y le quite todo su dinero y salimos corriendo y nos repartimos y yo me sentía con aquella adrenalina.
Después de lo sucedido con la señora me anduve metiendo en peleas con los demás yo lo miraba como un juego hacer todas esas maldades, pero mi mama no se daba cuenta de lo sucedido y de nada de lo que hacia, yo me escapaba del colegio por andar haciendo maldades con mis supuestos amigos.
VICIOS QUE ENTRARON EN MI VIDA: Yo me escapaba con mis amigos y ellos comenzaban a tomar y a fumar cigarrillos y llo solo los miraba y un dia me dijeron jose prueba esto te va a gustar y te ara sentir mejor y olvidaras todos tus problemas y yo les dije que era y ellos me dijeron es marihuana y yo les dije que si y la comencé a probar y después me comencé a sentir muy raro y después de eso no la volví a probar y después probé el alcohol  y los cigarrillos pero gracias a dios mi cuerpo los rechazaba, y después yo les decía a ellos que para que consumían ese tipo de cosas si se miraban como estúpidos y ellos solo se ponían a reir.
Tristeza y sufrimiento de mi mama: Haci paso el tiempo y yo solo pensaba cosas malas y escuchaba rock satánico y músicas con mucha violencia y yo sentía que para mi la vida era basura hasta llegue a maldecir e insultar a dios y lo culpaba de todos mis problemas y pensaba en quitarme la vida pero siempre algo me detenía me ponía tan enojado que ofendía a mi mama y ella se ponía a llorar por que yo la trataba muy mal ella se había
 dado cuenta que andaba en cosas malas porque yo antes no me comportaba aci ella se ponía muy enferma por los problemas, le ocasionaba  muchos problemas ella me decía hijo por favor cambia por favor ve a la iglesia y busca de dios y llo solo me reía y le decía quién es dios para mi dios ni es nada le decía.
Jesús toco mi vida: Yo seguía en las cosas malas pero un dia se acercó una señora y me dijo hijo le puedo hablar un poco sobre Jesús yo ya tenía 17 años y llo le dije si está bien y me comenzó a hablar sobre Jesús sobre el amor que nos tenía a nosotros que dio su vida para salvarnos y llo no savia nada sobre Jesús y cuando termino de leerme la palabra me dijo mañana te invito a la iglesia y si no vas yo te voy a venir a traer y yo le dije que si no tenía nada que hacer.
Y al día siguiente fui a la iglesia para ver de qué se trataba y al entrar wow sentí algo diferente sentí un calor en todo mi cuerpo que me reconfortaba y hacia que olvidara todos mis problemas y en ese instante comencé a cantar y alabar a dios y después de ese día comencé a ir más seguido a la iglesia y dios me iba cambiando mi vida y todo lo malo en mi lo perdono y no tenía muchos problemas como antes.

Creciendo con Jesús: Dios me sano y me cambio ahora soy misionero y doy mi testimonio para la gloria y honra de dios cada día oro por todas las personas maravillosas que e conocido en estos viajes gracias a dios mi mama es saludable y todo está saliendo bien aunque en veces tropiezo y caigo pero dios está ahí y me levanta y me dice animo hijo estoy con tigo mi mano te sostiene, en cada iglesia que voy conozco personas bellas y amables y dios a cambiado sus vidas como a mi gracias a dios y a ustedes por esta oportunidad de estar aquí.  DIOS LOS BENDIGA

Thursday, May 16, 2013

POST by BEYCKER: Bloody Murder



Beycker, from Capital on the Edge

When I was just 11 years of age, my classmates used to beat me at school and I was sad. I could not defend myself, but I had a friend who took care of the bad guys for me. He was older than I was, he was 15 years old.



My friend’s name was Cristian, and he was my best friend. I always played with my friend and I was happy that he was my best friend. After four years of friendship Cristian and I were still best friends.



I was 15 years old and my friend, Cristian, was 19, the day I went to visit him in his house. When I arrived, I saw many Police around his house. I asked myself, “What is going on here?” and when I looked inside Cristian’s house I saw a dead person on the floor.



I asked myself “What’s happened here?” I saw the dead person on the floor and became very nervous – there was a dead person lying on the floor of my best friend’s house!



I went looking for my friend, Cristian and found him in a park crying. I asked him, “Cristian! What are you doing here alone in the park in the dark?” I said “Sombody's dead and they’re lying on the floor of your home!”



Cristian sorrowfully cried “I regret what I’ve done, Beycker! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, Beycker, I’m so scared!”



I asked Cristian, “Why are you crying, what's happened?” Crisitan replied “some guys gave me some marijuana so that I could see what it felt like. I then went home and my brother scolded me for using the drug. He was very angry that I had tried marijuana. 

So I left the house and went into the street with other kids who were smoking pot and became very angry with my brother for yelling at me. I grabbed a knife and stabbed him 5 times in his body. I murdered my older brother!”



Cristian looked at me in the eyes and cried. I asked him “Why did you kill your older brother?” Cristian responded. “I killed him! I killed the brother that I loved!”



Whilst we were talking the Police arrived. They tackled Cristian to the ground. They handcuffed him and took him away. As Cristian was leaving he called our to me “Beycker, Beycker, don’t let them take me away! I don't want to be a prisoner!” I was very nervous and because of this I could not do anything to help my friend.



At that moment I remembered back to school when Cristian used to protect me from the guys who would beat me up. I felt bad for not being able to think of anything I could do to help my friend when the police were taking him away.



Cristian killed his brother whilst high on drugs and for that reason he remains in prison, still paying his sentence to this very day.

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Mi nombre es beycker manuel.cuando yo tenia la edad de 11 años en mi escuela mis , amigos me golpeaban y yo me sentía triste, no me podía de fender pero tenia un amigo que me cuidaba de los chicos malos que me golpiaban el mi amigo me de fendia el era mayor que yo tenia 15 años el se ya mava cristian , el era mi mejor amigo , el siempre jugaba con mi amigo y yo estaba feliz de que cristian mi amigo pero ,paso el tiempo y después de 4 años cristian y yo siempre era mos amigos yo ya tenia de edad 15 años y mi amigo cristian 19 años pero llego un momento que fui a buscar ami amigo a su casa pero cuando llege a su casa mire muchos policía alrededor de su casa y yo me pregunte que havia pasado en la casa de cristian y mire en la casa de mi amigo una persona muerta en el suelo y me pregunt que havia pasado pero yo no savia y me sentí muy nervioso al ver una persona muerta en la casa de mi amigo ,pero luego yo fui a buscar a a mi amigo cristian y lo encontré en un parque llorando y le ,pregunte , cristian que estas haciendo aquí solo en el parque en lo oscuro y yo le dije hay un muerto en tu casa y el me dijo beycker me arrepiento y el me decia no no no por que lo hice beycker y yo asustado y nervioso le pregunte pero dime cristian ?por que estas llorando cristian ? y el medijo :unos chicos me dieron mariguana y yo fume para ver que se sentia la mariguana y luego fui a mi casa y mi hermano me regano por que andava en la calle con otros chicos fumando mariguana y el me trato y yo me enoje y agarre un cuchillo y lo a punalie 5 veces en su cuerpo y mate ami hermano mayor .entonces me a sute yo y le dije que /por que hicistes eso cristian y cristian me mirava y me lloraba y me lloraba mate a mi hermano lo mate beycker lo mate a mi hermano que tanto amaba y

depues llego la policia al parque y me encontro con el en el parque y la policia lo tiro al suelo y se lo ye baron preso ala carcel por omicidio y mi amigo cristian lloraba y me decia beycker, beycker no dejes que me lleben preso no quiero estar preso y yo muy nervioso y pues las timosa mente yo no podia hacer nada para a lludarlo y rrecorde en ese instante cuando el me protejia en la escuela de los chicos que me gol piavan y yo me sentia mal no poder verle a lludado en nada cuando la policia se lo llebaba preso . y pues mi amigo cristian el mato asu hermano lo acesino por que el estaba drogado y el sigue en la carcel todavia pagando su condena