Favorite bands :
AC/DC, AeroSmith, Avenged Sevenfold, Bullet For My Valentine, Daughtry, Def Leppard, Demon Hunter, Disturbed, Dragonforce, Eric Clapton, Eric Johnson, Finger Eleven, Foo Fighters, Foreigner, Fort Minor, The Guess Who, Guns 'N' Roses, Hoobastank, Iron Maiden, Jimmy Eat World, Journey, Kiss, Led Zeppelin, Linkin Park, Lostprophets, Lynard Skynard, Metallica, Nirvanna, Our Lady Peace, P.O.D., Papa Roach, Pillar, The Police, Priestess, Puddle of Mud, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Rise Against, Rolling Stones, Rush, Santana, Scorpions, Skillet, Staind, Stevie Ray Vaughn, The Strokes, Switchfoot, System of a Down, Thin Lizzy, Three Doors Down, U2, Van Halen, Weezer, The Who, Wolfmother, Yellowcard, ZZ Top
Favorite guitarists :
Eric Clapton, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Carlos Santana, the guitarist from Dream-Theatre & Eric Johnson.
Favorite bassists :
Adam Clayton, Roger Waters, Flea and Jack Bruce.
Favorite books :
Redwall series, Alex Rider series and Sports Illustrated.
Favorite tv :
TNT and Comedy Central.
Favorite movies :
Con Air, Star Wars movies, and anything suspenseful or exciting.
About jackjdud40
I'm a Christian. I was brought up in a Christian family and went to Church and Awanas since I was born. This is my personal testimony. Here goes... I "became a Christian" during the spring of my eighth year on this earth. Not sure on the date but I pretty much said the Commitment Prayer every other week. I would go to bed crying, thinking and doubting that I would go to Heaven when I left this earth. That is, until June 23, 2007. Then I became 100% sure that I was going to Heaven. Yup. That was not that long ago. Anyways, I always said that I was a Christian, but I never truly acted like I loved the Lord and was trying to bring others. I listened to bad music, watched bad movies, and I even looked at some things on the internet that I am still struggling to scrape from my mind. I am not going to do that anymore. My parents, who love and care about me told me to get rid of my music but I just hid it in a locked folder on my computer. So now, after deleting every single scrap of music that might even remind me of doing things that God does not want me to do. This summer, my dad signed me up for an FCA (Fellowship of Christian Athletes.) Leadership Camp. He got a scholarship from the FCA at school and so I was all set. I did not want to go. Sure, I sometimes liked to sing at Church and I really liked to play sports but going to camp would displace me from my confort zone. But, on Thursday, June 21, 2007, I found myself, my pillow and a suitcase full of clothes at the Commons (dorms) at Texas A&M. Not expecting anything fun or amazing to happen, I picked up my key and my FCA Bible and dumped my stuff off into my new room. Dreading the first meeting of my first huddle, I buried my face in my pillow and began throwing a silent tantrum, sometimes the worst kind. My roomate when back to the entrance to the Commons to meet the rest of his local FCA huddle, who were placed into different groups. Then, after meeting his group and checking out the girls in his group, we headed over to the Arches to meet the rest of our huddle. There were 12 guys in our huddle. And there was Robbie, our huddle leader whose 21st birthday was the next day. I met the rest of guys and they were pretty cool, but I just kind of stayed in the background not making any real conversations with any of them. I'm not going to tell you about the whole camp, but that first night, one out of our huddle came to Christ. I felt guilty when it happened, because I didn't feel like I cared as much as I should of him going to the Kingdom of the Almighty. The next day my huddle bonded even more and became more friendly with each other. That was a fun day. That night, at about 12:30, me and 3 other guys in my huddle started doing things that we should not have while everyone else was asleep. One or two of us would walk over to another door, knock really hard on it and then sprint back to one of our dorms. The recipients of these pranks eventualy caught on and we got into trouble. It was thrilling when it happened, but the next morning, I regretted doing something that I knew was not right. I also began thinking of how I was not sure that I was going to Heaven. All day I thought of some things that I regret doing. And I decided very late that night that I needed to rededicate myself to the Lord and start getting my act together. That night Robbie helped me get right with the Lord. I can't really explain it in words, but the best way that I can hope to describe it to you is that before I rededicated myself I felt empty and afterwords I was full. I am going to try now to be more faithfull in the Lord and stop doing things that I can help. If you have any questions about Jesus then please get a hold of me because I would love to help you out.
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