So instead of one great quote from one great man. i decided to give you a slue of great quotes from many great men. enjoy.

The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.
Author: Sun Tzu

The basic problems facing the world today are not susceptible to a military solution.
Author: John F. Kennedy

The cannon thunders… limbs fly in all directions… one can hear the groans of victims and the howling of those performing the sacrifice… it’s Humanity in search of happiness.
Author: Charles Baudelaire

The direct use of force is such a poor solution to any problem, it is generally employed only by small children and large nations.
Author: David Friedman

The draft is white people sending black people to fight yellow people to protect the country they stole from red people.
- 1967
Author: Gerome Gragni

The first casualty when war comes is truth.
Author: Hiram Johnson

The Imperial German Government will not expect the Government of the United States to omit any word or any act necessary to the performance of its sacred duty of maintaining the rights of the United States and its citizens and of safeguarding their free exercise and enjoyment.
Author: William Jennings Bryan

The military don’t start wars. Politicians start wars.
Author: William Westmoreland

The pioneers of a warless world are the [youth] who refuse military service.
Author: Albert Einstein

The quickest way of ending a war is to lose it.
Author: George Orwell

War is the only game in which it doesn’t pay to have the home-court advantage.
Author: Dick Motta

War makes thieves and peace hangs them.
Author: George Herbert

War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys the same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today.
Author: John F. Kennedy

War will never cease until babies begin to come into the world with larger cerebrums and smaller adrenal glands.
Author: H. L. Mencken

War would end if the dead could return.
Author: Stanley Baldwin

War: first, one hopes to win; then one expects the enemy to lose; then, one is satisfied that he too is suffering; in the end, one is surprised that everyone has lost.
Author: Karl Kraus

We are going to have peace even if we have to fight for it.
Author: Dwight D. Eisenhower

We have to face the fact that either all of us are going to die together or we are going to learn to live together and if we are to live together we have to talk.
Author: Eleanor Roosevelt

We have war when at least one of the parties to a conflict wants something more than it wants peace.
Author: Jeane J. Kirkpatrick

We saw the lightning and that was the guns and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped.
Author: Harriet Tubman
Steven Benjamin

Christian Jihad- A Book Report
I feel less inclined to write about the history of violence in the community of Christians that chose to even address the issue, and more inclined to write about the impact that the current stance on the issue has on our modern body of believers.
Warning, if the one reading this is easily offended, its best to leave the room now.

First we must take a rule from our friend Socrates’ rulebook and define the terms we will be using, lest we loose the effectiveness of the arguments to come. When we talk about “Christians,” we will either be talking about one of three groups of people: 1) The global, time-spanning body of men, women and children who profess with their mouths and actions to believe that Jesus Christ is the one and only Son of God, fully God, came to Earth, was born of a virgin, lived a sin-less life, preformed miracles, died on the cross as substitutionary atonement for the sins of the world so that man and God might be reconciled through belief in that sacrifice. 2) A local group of the same believers, confined to a certain culture and time. 3) A local group of people who profess with their mouth the same as the two mentioned above, but live a life contrary to that profession. Now we will define other terms as they come but for now we will leave that for that time.

The view of killing in the name of Christ has been around longer than most dirt, but in all seriousness, it has seldom been dealt with. Even today when the means of projecting ones ideas is at its greatest, it still lies untouched, for the most part. Dr. Emir Caner and his brother Dr. Ergun Caner addresses this issue, in their book Christian Jihad the Caner’s go through history recounting the various transformations of the Churches outlook on killing, the move from early pacifism to modern justification of killing. But the meat does not really come out until the very end of the book where they bring it all in to central core, page 212 bring the whole historical account to a close and opens the central nut of truth, “ The shedding of more blood isn’t required. Jesus Christ’s spilled blood is enough. His sacrifice was both justified and justifies.”

Now if this is true, we have a split in our churches, taking into account that the Christian worldview, as a general whole, advocates gun control, supporting the president in war (without questioning) and even goes to say that serving in the military is right and good. That’s all and fine, but I feel that if you can stand to put tradition and what is expected behind you then search the Bible for guidance on the issue, I feel you get a completely different view. Stephen was stoned for believing and preaching, but did anyone defend him? Did Peter, or John or James, his closest friends, come and with the same sword that sliced an ear off, kill those men then grab Stephens bloody body and drag his to safety? No, in fact Stephen felt sympathy for the people who were plunging rocks into his body. That is certainty not what grandpa Joe would do if his friend was being mistreated, he would say that it is his religious duty to protect him and if necessary kill to do so.

This false view of Christianity is void of Christ entirely, but is full of conservativism because that is what good Christian boys and girls believe. Christ preached blessed are the poor in spirit, but what does one feel when shooting a sawed off shotgun at a couple of targets? Pride. Pride in ones accomplishment of being a being of intelligence and power.
So now that I have thoroughly made mad everyone from the president to my father very angry I will close with saying what Dr. Emir and Ergun Caner said, Jesus’ blood was the only blood ever spilt that needed to be, and we are under it to be saved, not to push back those who are not.

To love those like Christ loved us is the point i want to drive home in this, nothing more, nothing less. Jesus did not come to wage war and kill those whom he opposed, but he came to give shelter to the weak and water to the thirsty(in irony, he opposed the religious leaders of the day). Please if you have more questions I am always open to discussion.

With his love
StevenBenjamin

in accordance with the “Resource Recommendation,” I am recommending to you a book that I’ve read many times for many different reasons and I believe you should too. The book is “Everybody Wants to go to Heaven, but Nobody Wants to Die, or(the eschatology of bluegrass)” This book is 1/3 history of the “Soul,” 1/3 history of bluegrass music, and 1/3 a glimpse into the authors life as a human being. The author(s) being two men, David Crowder and Mike Hogan. I dare you to read it and not enjoy it.

Every time I give one of these things in person or in print I feel like Dr. Evil recounting his life in Austin Powers, very dumb and out of place, so heres to all the awkward moments past and future.

Born March 6th 1988, shortly after Guns N Roses put out there multi-platinum Appetite for Destruction(not that the release of this album affects me at all except for the fact that its a cool collection of songs). My parents are Martha and David, still married to this day, I have an older sister, Jessica. She has a son, my nephew, Blain,(this guy is better at Halo 2 than I am) he always asks those questions that are the hardest to answer to a 6 yr old, considering I am now thoroughly annoyed that I just got owned in Halo, I now I have to explain to him what happens to us when we get shot in the head. But for the most part I love my family very much, though they are not saved.(but they’ll say different) 
I grew up in a small town called Blanco, which is spanish means “white.” Named by general Santa Anna who crossed the river in route to the Alamo, and saw that the river contained nothing but white rocks, thus Blanco came to be. With 2,000 people to its name, it’s hardly any thing else than what it is, a small farming and small business town that pulls itself up by its own boot straps and isn’t afraid to get dirty. Well, as the boundary of San Antonio creep forward towards our town, more and more people come in that are not so rural and simple, so I like to think of our town as were small town morals meets city smart and culture, although that may not be true a lot of the time, thats still what I like to think, cause you know, all truth is relative, right?
I went through jr. high more anti-social than George Bush at a gay parade. Through that I nursed a nice resentment towards everyone around me and it was through that resentment I fell deep into depression and self-pity. Looking back at it now, it was childish and worthless, but at the time, it was my world and what I delt with day in and day out. In that depression I attempted suicide a total of 3 times. After the 3rd unsuccessful try(thank God) I just kinda stopped caring. 
So skip with me to the summer before my freshman year of high school, a rather cute girl happens to invite me to the old Baptist church in town to a youth service wednesday night, so I guess the mind of my adolescent self puts girl+conversation=good so I agree and I show up not looking for a life changing experience but, through Gods plan  he does. I couldn’t tell you what was said or anything like that, all I know that my heart was broken, or put back together, depending on which analogy you prefer. So the moral up until this point is simple; if your hurting, which makes up a good chunk of us, God knows, he cares, he hurts for you and with you. If you pray, and repent, he will heal you.
So I find myself in a pretty good spot in my life, I’m serving in the youth ministry, i finally have a very close group of friends, whom I’m still very good friends with still. I am playing in the praise band and basically loving the life God made for me then. Corse all of us know that if your on a mountain, there’s nothing left for you but to go back down, and thats exactly what happened. My best friend, David Gillis was our guitar player in the band and was one of the 4 people that spent most of their free time at the church, that group consisted of David, his older brother Paul, Todd, and myself. I might also add that all of us made the bulk of the band minus out youth pastor who was only absent because he actual had a life. But one night after band practice David had confessed to us that he had been in sin and was repenting and was asking our forgiveness. We’ll after a time of prayer and encouragement we went our way, I asked if it would be cool to spend the night at his house to play some music and halo and he agreed. Well we got there, got hungry and went back into town to grab some Subway, coming back home was the last bit of time I had to spend with David before the kingdom. 
I must pause to add that when i get to this part in my story, the movie switches from Austin Powers to the epic Forest Gump, I can just photoshop my self in as Forest talkin’ bout Bubba. Which is in no way an insult to David or his family because I think that anyone who knows that much about shrimp is amazing…Anyways
January 2nd, 2005 was the day David died. I never thought that death would be so…different. You build your life around someone, then that person doesn’t exist. What does one do? It’s like waking up to see your missing your left foot. At first it’s more shock and confusion than pain. David was a good driver, always safe, but when the roads are that slick, being a good driver only means that you know when you’ve lost control. So as the tires lost track and we spun into a tree, hard. The tree guided us in the direction of the river that was near by. As we drifted inevitably towards the river we try our hardest to get out, but the doors are jammed. We nose dive into the river, flipping upside down with the nose of the car barely out of the water. As the car filled with water quite quickly, we scramble to get loose and out. After we established that the doors are not working as they should, I do the only thing i thought to do, I start kicking the windshield, as soon as I get a hole, i go to take my last breath to swim out, only to be constricted by the seat belt still attached. I yell “Seat belt!” and at that moment I see Davids hand reach over and press the release, I swim out.
To make a longer story semi-short, David died right after that, we found him curled in the backseat. He looked asleep. Moments like these are too rare to ruin with words that do not do it justice. You can learn more about him and that night here.
After Davids death I often ponder death and reality, but thats a whole other train of thought.
Shortly after Davids death I finished school, I stayed in Blanco for an extra year, helping out the church and the youth group, then God called me to Ft. Worth to this college, and thats were I join some wonderful people in worship and service. I just pray that all the blessings I’ve received here help someone somewhere down the road in my ministry. 
So for the ADD people, I was depressed, now I’m not. I was lost, now I’m found, My friend died, so will I, and I’m in school and I love it. 

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