A Christmas Present From The Jesus Freaks

[Norse]

What has Jesus got to do with Christmas?

What? maybe some extremely "off the cuff" link, that is irrelevent to what christmas is all about.

[satanspaladin]

Well i have no faith in any god or belief system but any festival that helps people try and be nicer to one and other is fine by me ,

so what every your belief /non belief ,i hope you all find some way to be happy over this festival .

good wishes to you all

[Daring Overlord5]

MERRY CHRISTMAS

(i wonder who will win)

[DaGip]

Good day my friends,

I am proud to announce that the Jesus Freaks(JFC) will be giving out a year of premium service to three members of CC this Christmas season! There are 3 categories...

Best Christmas Story
Write a wonderful, heartwarming Christmas tale and post it here for all to read. Who knows, you may also get a book deal out of the whole thing.

Most CC Christmas Spirit
A contest seeing who can give CC the most Christmas spirit. Be jolly! Post examples and links that would make us want to choose you!

Gift Of Premium To A Respectful Non-Believer
This is a gift to a person who has argued against us in the IK forum, but has done so tastefully and without malice. Now don't start being nice and respectful to us just because we may give you premium, this will be somebody who has debated nicely over the past several months. You may nominate somebody(or yourself) and we will research the candidates.

Now be quick, the deadline for the submition of stories, examples of Christmas spirit, and nominations is Sunday, December 23rd!

At that time, December 23rd, the top candidates in each category shall be announced and on Christmas the final decision of whom receives the premium gifts shall be decided by the members of the Jesus Freaks.

Note: Jesus Freaks members are allowed to participate, but shall not be given the premium gift, just to prevent any scandal or rigging opportunities. Also the funders shall not be revealed until after the winners have been announced, this shall save them from annoyances from eager candidates.

Have fun and Merry Christmas to all!
-Caleb, JFC/RORF/GOS/COUL Moderator

I know I missed the deadline, but I will share my Christmas story with you anyway:

It was December 17, 2002 and I was working as a Telemarketer in Mesa, Arizona. I was typing away at my computer and listening to the news on the radio. Everyone was still depressed over the whole terrorism deal, nobody was smiling or saying Merry Christmas. Everyone seemed as if they were dead, but walking. Do you know what I mean?

At this time, I weighed 500 pounds, smoked at least three packs of cigarettes a day, snorted an eightball of cocaine a day, drank more gin than water (either gin and tonic with lime, or martinnis up wet and dirty), I smoked a quarter ounce of marijuana a day, I was starting to go numb in both my feet and ankles, and my skin was turning green from the alcohol poisoning. Let's just say I was a real work of art!

Then as I sat there typing, I looked down by the garbage. Someone had placed the daily newspaper there. On the front page were all these Monarch Butterflies. The story on the front page wasn't about terrorism, but it was about the Monarch Butterfly migration. The paper said that for some reason, and scientists didn't know why, the Monarch Butterflies were late in arriving in Mexico, and they finally made it to Mexico on December 17, 2002.

I thought about this story for a second, and I remembered that Mexicans believed that the Monarch Butterflies symbolized all the spirits of all the Mexican kings from long ago, and they always return to Mexico. But this time they were late in their arrival.

Then, as I was finishing up this particular story and pondering it, the radio said that there was a new militia group that was formed in Tucson, Arizona. They were calling themselves the MinuteMen. They were going to patrol the border and capture illegals and get them back to Mexico. Citizens basically doing the Border Patrols job.

Then I heard a voice: "America goes to war with Mexico today..."

Did I hear that right? The war with Mexico actually started on December 17, 2002. I believe God told me this! And then He told me another thing:

"Go to them. You must be there by Christmas!"

What? Who do I have to go to? And why by Christmas?

The voice answered me:

"The Hopi Indians...they are expecting you!"

Holy Shit! Was God actually talking to me! I was really freaking out! Then I heard on the radio that the Bush was going to send us off to war with Iraq! Then I heard the voice again:

"Bush is the Last President of the United States. Nuclear War will come from this."

I got scared! I never had God speaking to me before! It wasn't like a loud voice, but it was a very calm, authoritative voice. And I was actually listening!

My supervisor saw how agitated I was and asked me what the matter was and why I wasn't focussing on my work.

I said,"Nicole, there is going to be a Nuclear War soon, and I am preparing you for it."

"W-ww-what!?!"

So, anyway...I got fired that day and became homeless.

I gave all my money and extra clothes and belongings away, all I took was a small backpack with just a change of clothes, a blanket poncho, and my didjereedu (A musical instrument from Australia, you carry it like a staff). I basically followed the commands of Jesus Christ when he commanded his Apostles...it was a very scary thing to do! I had never been without money and a home. I have never been homeless and hungry. After all, I weighed 500 pounds and ate bbq babybacks everyday! (Joe's Real BBQ, located in Gilber, Arizona...mmmm, yummy!)

My freind Rob gave me some money, he knew that I would need something. He gave me enough money for a bus ticket up to Flagstaff, and then I would meet with my good freind Laurie!

Laurie was so nice to me, she let me sleep on her couch. I prayed, for the first time ever, I really prayed. I wasn't praying for me, I was praying for the world and that if Jesus really meant what He said, then He should be getting His ass home pretty damned quick! I think we have waited quite long enough, don't you?

It was December 20, 2002 now. And I needed to get to the Indian Reservation by December 25. But I was still a long way away.

I told Laurie about God speaking to me, and that I had to get to the Reservation by this time frame. She went and bought a map of the Hopi Reservation.

"Hey! I can give you a ride there if you want?"

"That would be great, Laurie! But God has told me you cannot enter the Reservation with me."

"Oh, well..." she paused for a moment to reflect,"...what if I give you a ride to Winslow?"

"Hmmm?" I thought to myself "Winslow? That is not on the Reservation but just on the fringe. Okay!"

"Good. I will give you a ride there tomorrow!"

So it was done, Laurie would have me up to Winslow by December 21...I was beginning to run out of time!

We made it to Winslow by late afternoon. Laurie dropped me off at a gas station and we kissed and hugged eachother before she left.

"I don't know why you are doing this, DaGip..." she cried and held on to me. "What are you going to do for food and shelter? It is going to snow the radio said...the most snow that this area has seen in a long time!"

The air was indeed crisp, I wasn't used to this and in my ignorance I did not plan for this at all. I always thought Arizona was warm! That's what I get for living in the Phoenix area for all these years! No inkling that Arizona gets snow storms!

But the voice of God urged me on.

"Laurie, thank you so very much! You don't know what a great freind you are! I will be all right. God will provide for me in the most wonderful and beautiful ways!" I smiled at her and she smiled back. We kissed for the last time that day, and she left me all alone at that gas station in Winslow Arizona.

I asked the clerk if they had any busses that took people to the Hopi Reservation. He said,"There used to be a bus, but they stopped running it. If you don't have a car, you will have to just walk it, it's about eighty miles North of here."

Wow! Eighty miles! That is a long way to cover in just four days.

That evening I spent inside the gas station at the bus depot. I fell asleep on the waiting chairs. I was woken up in the middle of the night by a drunk Indian man.

"Hey!..." he shook me "Hey, bro!"

I began to wake up, I slowly opened the slits of my eyes and the face of an older Native American man, who wreaked of whiskey, was sitting beside me.

"You drunk like me?"

"Uh? No?" I replied. "Who are you?"

"Dallas. I am a Hopi Indian. Do you know who the Hopi Indians are?"

"I know they are a tribe from Northern Arizona."

"Yeah, but we are more than that! We know who you are and why you are coming..."

I thought to myself that this was indeed a cooky drunk Indian.

"Oh yeah?" I said in disbelief.

"The Creator is sending you to help us. We have been waiting for you for over two thousand years! We have many stories about the True White Brother that left us and said he would return again."

Hmmm? Was this so? Could this actually be true, or was this just some drunk Native American filling me full of shit?

"Hey! What's your name by the way, bro?"

"DaGip." I told him.

"Yeah, not your white man's name...hehe." He giggled at me. "What's your Indian name, bro?"

Indian name? Why I haven' thought of that in years, matter of fact, I had almost forgotten it...my Great Grandmother was Mdewakanton Dakota Sioux, and she gave all of us kids Indian names. I was pressing myself to remember.

Then I remembered.

"Humphana!" I pronounced it wrong for sure. I always have.

"Pahana?" Dallas inquiried me.

"Yeah, that's pretty close I guess."

Then Dallas asked me,"Do you know what your name means then, DaGip?"

I thought about it and I remembered,"Yeah, it means the Second Brother. I am the second son of my mother. That is why my Great Grandmother called my that name."

"Then you should also know that Pahana in Hopi means the True White Brother that is prophecised to come back to us. To save this country and preserve us for our emergence into the Fifth World. Pahana is also known to be the Second Brother."

Wow! Is he feeding me full of Native shit? Am I the Native American Jesus?

Dallas got up and said, "Well, bro. I will be seeing you...I got to go now."

And that was it, he just stumbled out into the darkness of the early morning and walked away out of sight. I don't know where he was going.

I caught a few more winks of sleep before I got up. I started walking through town. The wind was really cold and all I could do was think that I had to walk all the way to the Hopi Reservation.

So I walked and walked and walked. The wind got colder and colder and stronger. I knew that there was something bad coming, I started to panic. I saw a sign that read "Homovoli Ruins", it was a brown state park sign. I thought I had better go into there and find some shelter.

The wind was really cold and some snow flakes were starting to blow down. I quickly grabbed a large flat stone and started digging a hole in the sand. I thought I could burrow myself into the ground and get out of the oncoming storm.

But I realized I didn't have that much time, I needed to find shelter now. So I decided to proceed walking deeper into the park until I came to a rest area. I went inside the restroom and there was a heater in there, but it was so cold that that heater didn't do much.

I lit an emergency candle and stood close to it to keep warm. I had never been that cold before. Then God told me I needed to vibrate my insides, my outsides were shivering, but God told me that I needed to vibrate my insides and rub my hands together really fast and place my hands inside my shirt to warm me up.

So how did I vibrate my insides? Well, I took some German in college and I learned how to use the uvalur "R", the one that sounds like you are using your tongue to roll it, but it isn't your tongue rolling the "R" but it is the back of your soft pallette. So you sound something like Chewbacca from StarWars...GRRRWWWOOOOOFFFFF.

I continued to make that noise to vibrate my insides, and it worked! God was right! He is always right! I then slapped my hands together like Mr. Mioggi from the Karate Kid. I rubbed them together as fast as I could until it just started to burn. Then I quickly put my hands inside my shirt. That helped out a lot.

So I didn't get much sleep that night, but I survived, by the grace of God!

I opened the door to the restroom that morning, and how beautiful the desert was with all the freshly fallen snow! And as the sun started coming up, you could hear a coyote howling, and then another, and then another...there were coyotes all over the place, that was surreal! And all the black ravens flying around in contrast to the bright white snow.

It was now December 24...Christmas Eve. Now how was I going to make it all the way to the Hopi Rez before Christmas! I got so far to go.

Then I saw a van parked in the rest area. A lady was coming from the restroom and she saw me.

"Hello." She said to me.

"Hi...did you get stuck here last night?"

"Ja, the storm was really bad last night and we had to pull off the road." She spoke with what seemed to be a German accent.

"I see. Where are you heading?" I asked.

"We are going towards California, we are visiting from Germany."

Cool! German's! I can speak some German...maybe they can give me a ride up to Hopi?

"Well, I am kind of stuck here and I need to be up on the Hopi Reservation by Christmas...I don't have a car and I am walking. Would you be able to give me a ride up that way?"

"Sure, we are heading that way. We wanted to drive through the Reservation anyway, you can come with us."

Great! God provided again! He is indeed the Provider of all!

So the German couple gave me a ride up to the Hopi Reservation, and I told them about my story. They listened with keen interest. I told them about the drunk Indian that thought I was the Native American Jesus who was going save the world from utter destruction...I was not really believing that, but I did find it interesting, nonetheless.

Finally, I got to First Mesa on the Hopi Res...on Christmas Eve! Wow...God really moves quickly when He wants something done!

The German couple dropped me off at a campground on First Mesa in a village called Keam's Canyon. They gave me twenty bucks and some food (apple juice, an apple, and some beef jerkey) and then we said good bye and they left to California.

A Native American man came up to me, his name was John.

"Hello, you going to spend the night?"

"I guess so. But I don't have any gear."

"Well, I would let you stay here for free, but I am the caretaker for the owner and he wants me to collect money. It costs five dollars a night to stay here. And I got an old tent that you can have."

"Okay, that sounds great!"

"So why are you here?" John asked me.

"If I told you, you would think I was a nut."

"Try me,"he said.

So I told him my story up until this point. And he didn't seem to not believe me. In fact, he seemed to accept the story as I told it to him.

"You know, there is not much going on here this time of year. This is a very sacred time of year for the Hopi. They spend a lot of time down in the Kivas (underground churches) praying over feathers. And then the feathers are meant to spread peace throughout the Universe.

"You know, I don't want to take any money from you because I know how it is when you have very little. I tell you what, I will give you the tent and then I will drive you up to another campground where you don't have to pay. It is on Second Mesa."

"That sounds great!"

So John took me up to the Secon Mesa Hopi Cultural Center and dropped me off. I thanked him and he left me all alone. Kind of spooky up there on the mesas when nobody is around but a bunch of wild dogs.

Another storm was coming and I needed to get some shelter quick. I placed up my tent and went to sleep, but in the middle of the night, a fiercely cold wind blew my tent over with me inside! I needed to find some descent shelter quick! A bad storm was coming again!

I went over to a large Juniper bush and cut branches out until I made a hollow. Then I placed my tent inside the Juniper bush and covered the outside of the tent with the branches. This really helped to keep that wind out, but it was still damned cold!

I lit an emergency candle to keep warm again, and I did the Chewbacca growl and the Mr. Mioggi burning hands...I survived quite well.

When I woke up that Christmas morning, a large icicle was directly above my head from the condensation from my breath! That is how cold it was! And if I didn't do these things, I would have froze to death for sure.

So that is my Christmas story for you...I hope you enjoyed it! And my Christmas present to you all is that someone that you know who is very sick will be healed through your faith in God!

Merry Christams and God Bless you all!

Much Peace

DaGip

[Beastly]

HOLY Judas Priest,

I took the time to read that, and missed Christmas.

[DaGip]

HOLY Judas Priest,

I took the time to read that, and missed Christmas.

Everyday is Christmas, my son... +++

[DaGip]

Good day my friends,

I am proud to announce that the Jesus Freaks(JFC) will be giving out a year of premium service to three members of CC this Christmas season! There are 3 categories...

Best Christmas Story
Write a wonderful, heartwarming Christmas tale and post it here for all to read. Who knows, you may also get a book deal out of the whole thing.

Most CC Christmas Spirit
A contest seeing who can give CC the most Christmas spirit. Be jolly! Post examples and links that would make us want to choose you!

Gift Of Premium To A Respectful Non-Believer
This is a gift to a person who has argued against us in the IK forum, but has done so tastefully and without malice. Now don't start being nice and respectful to us just because we may give you premium, this will be somebody who has debated nicely over the past several months. You may nominate somebody(or yourself) and we will research the candidates.

Now be quick, the deadline for the submition of stories, examples of Christmas spirit, and nominations is Sunday, December 23rd!

At that time, December 23rd, the top candidates in each category shall be announced and on Christmas the final decision of whom receives the premium gifts shall be decided by the members of the Jesus Freaks.

Note: Jesus Freaks members are allowed to participate, but shall not be given the premium gift, just to prevent any scandal or rigging opportunities. Also the funders shall not be revealed until after the winners have been announced, this shall save them from annoyances from eager candidates.

Have fun and Merry Christmas to all!
-Caleb, JFC/RORF/GOS/COUL Moderator

I know I missed the deadline, but I will share my Christmas story with you anyway:

It was December 17, 2002 and I was working as a Telemarketer in Mesa, Arizona. I was typing away at my computer and listening to the news on the radio. Everyone was still depressed over the whole terrorism deal, nobody was smiling or saying Merry Christmas. Everyone seemed as if they were dead, but walking. Do you know what I mean?

At this time, I weighed 500 pounds, smoked at least three packs of cigarettes a day, snorted an eightball of cocaine a day, drank more gin than water (either gin and tonic with lime, or martinnis up wet and dirty), I smoked a quarter ounce of marijuana a day, I was starting to go numb in both my feet and ankles, and my skin was turning green from the alcohol poisoning. Let's just say I was a real work of art!

Then as I sat there typing, I looked down by the garbage. Someone had placed the daily newspaper there. On the front page were all these Monarch Butterflies. The story on the front page wasn't about terrorism, but it was about the Monarch Butterfly migration. The paper said that for some reason, and scientists didn't know why, the Monarch Butterflies were late in arriving in Mexico, and they finally made it to Mexico on December 17, 2002.

I thought about this story for a second, and I remembered that Mexicans believed that the Monarch Butterflies symbolized all the spirits of all the Mexican kings from long ago, and they always return to Mexico. But this time they were late in their arrival.

Then, as I was finishing up this particular story and pondering it, the radio said that there was a new militia group that was formed in Tucson, Arizona. They were calling themselves the MinuteMen. They were going to patrol the border and capture illegals and get them back to Mexico. Citizens basically doing the Border Patrols job.

Then I heard a voice: "America goes to war with Mexico today..."

Did I hear that right? The war with Mexico actually started on December 17, 2002. I believe God told me this! And then He told me another thing:

"Go to them. You must be there by Christmas!"

What? Who do I have to go to? And why by Christmas?

The voice answered me:

"The Hopi Indians...they are expecting you!"

Holy Shit! Was God actually talking to me! I was really freaking out! Then I heard on the radio that the Bush was going to send us off to war with Iraq! Then I heard the voice again:

"Bush is the Last President of the United States. Nuclear War will come from this."

I got scared! I never had God speaking to me before! It wasn't like a loud voice, but it was a very calm, authoritative voice. And I was actually listening!

My supervisor saw how agitated I was and asked me what the matter was and why I wasn't focussing on my work.

I said,"Nicole, there is going to be a Nuclear War soon, and I am preparing you for it."

"W-ww-what!?!"

So, anyway...I got fired that day and became homeless.

I gave all my money and extra clothes and belongings away, all I took was a small backpack with just a change of clothes, a blanket poncho, and my didjereedu (A musical instrument from Australia, you carry it like a staff). I basically followed the commands of Jesus Christ when he commanded his Apostles...it was a very scary thing to do! I had never been without money and a home. I have never been homeless and hungry. After all, I weighed 500 pounds and ate bbq babybacks everyday! (Joe's Real BBQ, located in Gilber, Arizona...mmmm, yummy!)

My freind Rob gave me some money, he knew that I would need something. He gave me enough money for a bus ticket up to Flagstaff, and then I would meet with my good freind Laurie!

Laurie was so nice to me, she let me sleep on her couch. I prayed, for the first time ever, I really prayed. I wasn't praying for me, I was praying for the world and that if Jesus really meant what He said, then He should be getting His ass home pretty damned quick! I think we have waited quite long enough, don't you?

It was December 20, 2002 now. And I needed to get to the Indian Reservation by December 25. But I was still a long way away.

I told Laurie about God speaking to me, and that I had to get to the Reservation by this time frame. She went and bought a map of the Hopi Reservation.

"Hey! I can give you a ride there if you want?"

"That would be great, Laurie! But God has told me you cannot enter the Reservation with me."

"Oh, well..." she paused for a moment to reflect,"...what if I give you a ride to Winslow?"

"Hmmm?" I thought to myself "Winslow? That is not on the Reservation but just on the fringe. Okay!"

"Good. I will give you a ride there tomorrow!"

So it was done, Laurie would have me up to Winslow by December 21...I was beginning to run out of time!

We made it to Winslow by late afternoon. Laurie dropped me off at a gas station and we kissed and hugged eachother before she left.

"I don't know why you are doing this, DaGip..." she cried and held on to me. "What are you going to do for food and shelter? It is going to snow the radio said...the most snow that this area has seen in a long time!"

The air was indeed crisp, I wasn't used to this and in my ignorance I did not plan for this at all. I always thought Arizona was warm! That's what I get for living in the Phoenix area for all these years! No inkling that Arizona gets snow storms!

But the voice of God urged me on.

"Laurie, thank you so very much! You don't know what a great freind you are! I will be all right. God will provide for me in the most wonderful and beautiful ways!" I smiled at her and she smiled back. We kissed for the last time that day, and she left me all alone at that gas station in Winslow Arizona.

I asked the clerk if they had any busses that took people to the Hopi Reservation. He said,"There used to be a bus, but they stopped running it. If you don't have a car, you will have to just walk it, it's about eighty miles North of here."

Wow! Eighty miles! That is a long way to cover in just four days.

That evening I spent inside the gas station at the bus depot. I fell asleep on the waiting chairs. I was woken up in the middle of the night by a drunk Indian man.

"Hey!..." he shook me "Hey, bro!"

I began to wake up, I slowly opened the slits of my eyes and the face of an older Native American man, who wreaked of whiskey, was sitting beside me.

"You drunk like me?"

"Uh? No?" I replied. "Who are you?"

"Dallas. I am a Hopi Indian. Do you know who the Hopi Indians are?"

"I know they are a tribe from Northern Arizona."

"Yeah, but we are more than that! We know who you are and why you are coming..."

I thought to myself that this was indeed a cooky drunk Indian.

"Oh yeah?" I said in disbelief.

"The Creator is sending you to help us. We have been waiting for you for over two thousand years! We have many stories about the True White Brother that left us and said he would return again."

Hmmm? Was this so? Could this actually be true, or was this just some drunk Native American filling me full of shit?

"Hey! What's your name by the way, bro?"

"DaGip." I told him.

"Yeah, not your white man's name...hehe." He giggled at me. "What's your Indian name, bro?"

Indian name? Why I haven' thought of that in years, matter of fact, I had almost forgotten it...my Great Grandmother was Mdewakanton Dakota Sioux, and she gave all of us kids Indian names. I was pressing myself to remember.

Then I remembered.

"Humphana!" I pronounced it wrong for sure. I always have.

"Pahana?" Dallas inquiried me.

"Yeah, that's pretty close I guess."

Then Dallas asked me,"Do you know what your name means then, DaGip?"

I thought about it and I remembered,"Yeah, it means the Second Brother. I am the second son of my mother. That is why my Great Grandmother called my that name."

"Then you should also know that Pahana in Hopi means the True White Brother that is prophecised to come back to us. To save this country and preserve us for our emergence into the Fifth World. Pahana is also known to be the Second Brother."

Wow! Is he feeding me full of Native shit? Am I the Native American Jesus?

Dallas got up and said, "Well, bro. I will be seeing you...I got to go now."

And that was it, he just stumbled out into the darkness of the early morning and walked away out of sight. I don't know where he was going.

I caught a few more winks of sleep before I got up. I started walking through town. The wind was really cold and all I could do was think that I had to walk all the way to the Hopi Reservation.

So I walked and walked and walked. The wind got colder and colder and stronger. I knew that there was something bad coming, I started to panic. I saw a sign that read "Homovoli Ruins", it was a brown state park sign. I thought I had better go into there and find some shelter.

The wind was really cold and some snow flakes were starting to blow down. I quickly grabbed a large flat stone and started digging a hole in the sand. I thought I could burrow myself into the ground and get out of the oncoming storm.

But I realized I didn't have that much time, I needed to find shelter now. So I decided to proceed walking deeper into the park until I came to a rest area. I went inside the restroom and there was a heater in there, but it was so cold that that heater didn't do much.

I lit an emergency candle and stood close to it to keep warm. I had never been that cold before. Then God told me I needed to vibrate my insides, my outsides were shivering, but God told me that I needed to vibrate my insides and rub my hands together really fast and place my hands inside my shirt to warm me up.

So how did I vibrate my insides? Well, I took some German in college and I learned how to use the uvalur "R", the one that sounds like you are using your tongue to roll it, but it isn't your tongue rolling the "R" but it is the back of your soft pallette. So you sound something like Chewbacca from StarWars...GRRRWWWOOOOOFFFFF.

I continued to make that noise to vibrate my insides, and it worked! God was right! He is always right! I then slapped my hands together like Mr. Mioggi from the Karate Kid. I rubbed them together as fast as I could until it just started to burn. Then I quickly put my hands inside my shirt. That helped out a lot.

So I didn't get much sleep that night, but I survived, by the grace of God!

I opened the door to the restroom that morning, and how beautiful the desert was with all the freshly fallen snow! And as the sun started coming up, you could hear a coyote howling, and then another, and then another...there were coyotes all over the place, that was surreal! And all the black ravens flying around in contrast to the bright white snow.

It was now December 24...Christmas Eve. Now how was I going to make it all the way to the Hopi Rez before Christmas! I got so far to go.

Then I saw a van parked in the rest area. A lady was coming from the restroom and she saw me.

"Hello." She said to me.

"Hi...did you get stuck here last night?"

"Ja, the storm was really bad last night and we had to pull off the road." She spoke with what seemed to be a German accent.

"I see. Where are you heading?" I asked.

"We are going towards California, we are visiting from Germany."

Cool! German's! I can speak some German...maybe they can give me a ride up to Hopi?

"Well, I am kind of stuck here and I need to be up on the Hopi Reservation by Christmas...I don't have a car and I am walking. Would you be able to give me a ride up that way?"

"Sure, we are heading that way. We wanted to drive through the Reservation anyway, you can come with us."

Great! God provided again! He is indeed the Provider of all!

So the German couple gave me a ride up to the Hopi Reservation, and I told them about my story. They listened with keen interest. I told them about the drunk Indian that thought I was the Native American Jesus who was going save the world from utter destruction...I was not really believing that, but I did find it interesting, nonetheless.

Finally, I got to First Mesa on the Hopi Res...on Christmas Eve! Wow...God really moves quickly when He wants something done!

The German couple dropped me off at a campground on First Mesa in a village called Keam's Canyon. They gave me twenty bucks and some food (apple juice, an apple, and some beef jerkey) and then we said good bye and they left to California.

A Native American man came up to me, his name was John.

"Hello, you going to spend the night?"

"I guess so. But I don't have any gear."

"Well, I would let you stay here for free, but I am the caretaker for the owner and he wants me to collect money. It costs five dollars a night to stay here. And I got an old tent that you can have."

"Okay, that sounds great!"

"So why are you here?" John asked me.

"If I told you, you would think I was a nut."

"Try me,"he said.

So I told him my story up until this point. And he didn't seem to not believe me. In fact, he seemed to accept the story as I told it to him.

"You know, there is not much going on here this time of year. This is a very sacred time of year for the Hopi. They spend a lot of time down in the Kivas (underground churches) praying over feathers. And then the feathers are meant to spread peace throughout the Universe.

"You know, I don't want to take any money from you because I know how it is when you have very little. I tell you what, I will give you the tent and then I will drive you up to another campground where you don't have to pay. It is on Second Mesa."

"That sounds great!"

So John took me up to the Secon Mesa Hopi Cultural Center and dropped me off. I thanked him and he left me all alone. Kind of spooky up there on the mesas when nobody is around but a bunch of wild dogs.

Another storm was coming and I needed to get some shelter quick. I placed up my tent and went to sleep, but in the middle of the night, a fiercely cold wind blew my tent over with me inside! I needed to find some descent shelter quick! A bad storm was coming again!

I went over to a large Juniper bush and cut branches out until I made a hollow. Then I placed my tent inside the Juniper bush and covered the outside of the tent with the branches. This really helped to keep that wind out, but it was still damned cold!

I lit an emergency candle to keep warm again, and I did the Chewbacca growl and the Mr. Mioggi burning hands...I survived quite well.

When I woke up that Christmas morning, a large icicle was directly above my head from the condensation from my breath! That is how cold it was! And if I didn't do these things, I would have froze to death for sure.

So that is my Christmas story for you...I hope you enjoyed it! And my Christmas present to you all is that someone that you know who is very sick will be healed through your faith in God!

Merry Christams and God Bless you all!

Much Peace

DaGip

I will repost and reattempt to grab a free membership, if the Jesus Freaks allow it...I know that I am late, but I only now got to read this thread! Hope you all had a very Merry Christmas!

[dustn64]

as for christmas spirit... here we go...
We went and got a REAL tree (keep in mind this is texas, not typical snow areas or anything with tree farms)...

I drive a Ford Ranger...


And Christmas is almost over

[DaGip]

as for christmas spirit... here we go...
We went and got a REAL tree (keep in mind this is texas, not typical snow areas or anything with tree farms)...

I drive a Ford Ranger...


And Christmas is almost over

Is that weed?

[Beastly]

ROFLMAO!


Nice Bundle. f*ck the truck.

[soundout9]

happy b-day jesus

[Caleb the Cruel]

Well there's still a couple minutes left of Christmas where I'm from and I'm proud to announce the winners.

Christmas Story
bedub1

Christmas Spirit
lucky_topher

Respectful Non-Believer
got tonkaed

The winners shall receive their premium gift in the coming days from the sponsors of this project. Thank you to all who participated.

Congrats and Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

[Beastly]

Right ON Jesus Freaks, who should have a honorable mention for giving as a clan.

First time a Clan has sponsored, I believe.

People have given membership, as I am grateful to my sponsor. Thank You again.

But to come together as a clan is awesome to see!!!!

Nice to see people being a blessing to others.

[got tonkaed]

i would just like to thank the jesus freaks for their gift this season. I think it is a very cool gesture for a group to come together and gift premiums to anyone at all. Its even cooler that you guys would give one to me (just kidding). I also thank many of the JF who ive had the chance to come into contact with and been able to discuss things respectfully. Although i dont always share your beliefs and opinions, i appreciate the frequency which my opinion is at least allowed to come to the table.

Thanks again guys.

[atheistheretic]

of all the spiritual sayings, phrases and etc.

the parable of the wicked servent is the best there can ever possibly be.

-atheist (heretic)

[red bull]

i would just like to thank the jesus freaks for their gift this season. I think it is a very cool gesture for a group to come together and gift premiums to anyone at all. Its even cooler that you guys would give one to me (just kidding). I also thank many of the JF who ive had the chance to come into contact with and been able to discuss things respectfully. Although i dont always share your beliefs and opinions, i appreciate the frequency which my opinion is at least allowed to come to the table.

Thanks again guys.

now that you have prem why dont you and i get into a couple of doubles games beacuse the one you played with me we ROCKED!!! any way congrats from me as a member of jf

[Guiscard]

i would just like to thank the jesus freaks for their gift this season. I think it is a very cool gesture for a group to come together and gift premiums to anyone at all. Its even cooler that you guys would give one to me (just kidding). I also thank many of the JF who ive had the chance to come into contact with and been able to discuss things respectfully. Although i dont always share your beliefs and opinions, i appreciate the frequency which my opinion is at least allowed to come to the table.

Thanks again guys.

Fucking suckup...

[Jenos Ridan]

i would just like to thank the jesus freaks for their gift this season. I think it is a very cool gesture for a group to come together and gift premiums to anyone at all. Its even cooler that you guys would give one to me (just kidding). I also thank many of the JF who ive had the chance to come into contact with and been able to discuss things respectfully. Although i dont always share your beliefs and opinions, i appreciate the frequency which my opinion is at least allowed to come to the table.

Thanks again guys.

Fucking suckup...

Oh, get over it, crybaby!

[heavycola]

Well there's still a couple minutes left of Christmas where I'm from and I'm proud to announce the winners.

Christmas Story
bedub1

Christmas Spirit
lucky_topher

Respectful Non-Believer
got tonkaed

The winners shall receive their premium gift in the coming days from the sponsors of this project. Thank you to all who participated.

Congrats and Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

I call FIX. As the author of the only story that didn't cause its readers to dry-heave, i should have won.

[bedub1]

I'm still waiting for my present....but I think I'll post a thank-you anyway. I guess it's just my trusting nature.

I'd like to thank a lot of very important people, starting with myself for being born, my 3rd grade teacher for prompting me to write, my parents for getting it on and creating me, lack & CC from providing me with this opportunity to tell a story, the Jesus Freaks for creating this contest, all those people who tried to write a better story....it sucks winning by default. I'd also like to thank Muse from Dogma for the great inspiration!

[Blastshot]

I'm still waiting for my present....but I think I'll post a thank-you anyway. I guess it's just my trusting nature.

I'd like to thank a lot of very important people, starting with myself for being born, my 3rd grade teacher for prompting me to write, my parents for getting it on and creating me, lack & CC from providing me with this opportunity to tell a story, the Jesus Freaks for creating this contest, all those people who tried to write a better story....it sucks winning by default. I'd also like to thank Muse from Dogma for the great inspiration!

You should recieve it in a matter of hours, and you did not win by default, there was another story lol.

[bedub1]

Yay! I got my present! Thanks Jesus Freaks!

[Caleb the Cruel]

Better start writing another one for next year!

[Blastshot]

Better start writing another one for next year!

After the mass turnout this time? I doubt that we do it next year... We'll probably do sumthing next year, only God knows though...