A man can be flat-lining on a cold steel slab, his heart as lively as a red brick on Tuesday, but betya a year’s worth of Twinkies, if you could ask him, he’d say ‘Fire away, man.’
We’ve set up our gear, plugged in and charged up. We sit back and nibble on the orange rinds on the floor, when there’s fresh big ones hanging down in front of you, and all you gotta do is GET UP and ‘TAKE EM. So, a co
uple of us peculiar people started up an ezine – regener8ed.com
There’s a Body out there, the most precious Body in orbit around the Son, and it’s in need of a little juice. Here’s a juicer. We’re missioning out, checking the field, bringing back the sweetest fruits – the biggest, spikiest, loudest pineapples and the sharpest, tastiest, freakiest papayas – and whipping it out fresh, right in front of you. The setup is open – interviews, investigations and reviews on music, fashion, sports, missions, the underground church… shoh – if people are excited, if they’re alive and kicking for Jesus – we want ya to plug into that. We’re also missioning in, digging thru the hurtin’ corners of our hearts and souls and toenails. Cos we know, just as you do, this dying and living and growing and throwing (of frustration/anger/confusion tantrums) is hard stuff. We all need to know we all share that journey, that beautiful, scenic, heart-pumping, heart-breaking, blister-poppin’ trek called LIVING.
