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My Christian Stand-Up Bit Got Me Permanently Banned 🤷‍♂️

I recently left a comment on Reddit that got me permanently banned from one community 😁…

For like the past 3 months… I’ve been getting notifications from the Christian Dating page… I think this happened when I was bouncing around different communities promoting my YouTube channel…

But anyway…

Every now and then… I’d click on the posts… and honestly? Some of the topics and comments were fascinating 😂

Reading all the complaints from both sexes was like watching the Discovery Channel… but with Bible verses and emotional damage…

One night the question was…

“Why do you want to get married?”

So I started reading the answers…

And honestly… these bored me even more than the question did.

That’s when I thought to myself…

“This is a perfect opportunity for me to help these poor people become more creative with their words… maybe attract a good mate… and at the same time… work on my Christian stand-up bit.”

So I commented this…

“I just need someone to do work around the house… especially kitchen and yard work… but I’m a nice guy.
I plan on getting her some sister wives… you know… to help her out…
It’s ok don’t worry… I’m half pentecostal… half baptist… half Irish… so it’s all good 🤷‍♂️”

Well…

This did NOT go over well with my hopelessly romantic spiritual peers 😂

Within about 30 minutes… I got a message from the moderator saying I was permanently banned.

HAHA.

So I replied…

“Hey I get it… I understand… but it was just a joke… it’s called comedy…”

To which he replied…

“You cannot joke like that!”

Then I said something like…

“I feel you bro… but honestly I didn’t mean anything by it…”

And then………

HE HIT ME WITH A SCRIPTURE BOMB…….💣💥

Bro quoted Luke 6:45 on me…

“Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.”

Also in Matthew 12:34 I believe…

But he completely twisted the meaning and used it like…

“SEE?! YOU SAID IT… SO YOU SECRETLY MEAN IT!”

😂😂😂

At that point I wasn’t even gonna debate theology with the guy…

even though I went to college for it… and hermeneutics and proper interpretation are kinda my thing…

it was just too funny of a situation to let it turn serious 😁

So I just said…

“Ok bro I understand… hope you have a blessed night… no hard feelings.”

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What can I say though sistas and brothas?

I’m just a wild and crazy rogue Christian 🤷‍♂️

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Hallelujahs to the Amenzes!

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Pardon me Deacon Johnson… but can you please pass the fried chicken…

much obliged… much obliged… 😎🍗

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Maybe I do secretly mean it…

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Been Quiet Lately…

Hey yall… I’ve been pretty busy lately… and I also have some personal things going on… so I haven’t been posting much.

And with like 4 weekly series going at once lol… things piled up on me a bit 😄

So my apologies for being kinda absent lately… but I’ll be back to normal soon.

Thank yall for stickin around… I appreciate you guys 🙏…

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We Don’t Call It Camping… Where I’m From

Have you ever been camping?

Are you kidding me…

I’m a Gen X kid.

We didn’t call it camping…
that’s what city folks say…
when they do it once in a while.

We called it…

the weekend.

…and sometimes in the summer—
it was just life.

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Growing up in Georgia…

I didn’t have to go anywhere—

to find it.

I lived on the edge of thick… deep woods…
the kind full of things
that could hurt you.

We weren’t scared…

didn’t matter—

we were in there anyway.

Kids… by ourselves…
no parents…
just dirt… trees… and whatever moved in the shadows.

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Then there were the weekends…

My friend Chris—
his folks had land on Lake Oconee.

Man… we lived out there.

Tents…
or just sleeping by the fire…

Fishing… boating… skiing… swimming…

Great times.

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And when I wasn’t there…

I was with my dad… and my uncle…
heading up into the north Georgia mountains…
along the Tallulah River.

We’d drive about 15 miles down a narrow gravel road…
till we hit the river crossing.

Then we’d drive straight through it.

Clear water…
ice cold… even in summer…

on the other side—
was nothing.

No people.

Just us…
and whatever else was out there.

Bears…
Bigfoots…
timber rattlesnakes…

just the locals.

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We’d set camp right on the water…

Fish all day.

Rainbow… brown…
beautiful native brook trout…

Trout for breakfast—
fish… grits… eggs…

Lunch—
fish sandwich… chips…

Supper—
we went all out…

Grilled or fried fish…
vegetable kabobs…
baked potatoes in the fire…
salad…

We ate like kings out there.

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I’ve caught so many fish in that river…
I couldn’t even guess the number.

Been going since I was about 7…

I’m 52 now.

Haven’t been in a few years…

Life gets busy…

…but that place is down in me.

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Some summers…

the riverbanks would glow red—

tiny garnets everywhere.

We’d sift through them…
looking for the bigger ones…

We’d also look for gold…
found some too.

I remember once…
I had a handful of decent-size wild garnets and gold… glistening in my palm

but that place for me—
is more valuable than anything I can hold.

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Then came Florida…

Lived there for 12 years.

Different world—
same soul.

Many freshwater fishing trips inland…
spent much time at many of the different springs…

…but also the coast…

I lived on Anna Maria Island…

Had a sea kayak.

Weekends…
I’d load up my truck…
drive to Bishop Harbor…

Drop in…

Paddle 45 minutes out
to these tiny… remote islands.

Set up camp.

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Mornings—
I’d paddle and fish…

Afternoons—
back to camp…
eat… rest… chillax…

Evenings—
back out till dark…

Then nights…

just me…

the fire…
the water…
the sounds…
the wildlife…

Alone…

but not really.

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Down there…

we call it…

Salt Life.

Had the sticker on my truck and everything.

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So yeah man…

I’ve been what yall call camping
a few times 😁

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All jokes aside…

I’m about that life.

It’s in me…

just like music.

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been singing this in my head and on guitar all day…

Me and my buddy Jonathan… fishing in Florida

Jon and I were fishing when 3 huge wild boars walked behind us

My friend Jimmy holdin’ my fish… this is my pb 9.3 lbs… caught at Lake Istokpoga FL… Feb 2o14
Supper one evening on the remote island

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Romans 1:20

“For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.

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Shakespeare & Me & Radiohead (Week 26)

from The Merchant of Venice

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Willy `•.

“O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!”

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Radiohead ¡!¡

“She looks like the real thing…
She tastes like the real thing…
My fake plastic love”

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…empty is fake—
lightweight…
I lived it—
paid… to wait.

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suᴉʍ sʎɐʍlɐ ʎʇᴉʌɐɹɓ ʇn𐐒

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The Girl in the Dream… the One Who Woke Me

…My Dream from a few nights ago

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A few nights ago…
I found myself in this place…
in my sleep…

I was walking…

It was a quiet… quaint neighborhood—
that felt familiar…

Middle class…
working people…
doing much life here…

I wasn’t alone…

There was a beautiful young blonde girl—
probably around 17…

…and her two younger sisters…
maybe 12 or 13…

…and a young boy…
around 10…

I’ve never seen any of them before…

—but they knew me…

…they felt like my friends…

So I accepted them…

We all were walking along…
talking… laughing…

Life felt so easy…
so simple…

As if I had nowhere to be—
nothing else to do…

…and if I did…
whatever… or wherever…
—it could wait…

I felt younger too…
maybe 18… 20…

As the five of us slowly moved down the street…
just talking…

The older girl asked me—

“Do you know my father?”

I didn’t…

I didn’t even know her…

Then she asked—

“What kind of man do you think he is?”

So I thought for a second…

And judging by his daughter…
by her character in my dream…

I figured him for a good man—

hard working…
loved his family…

She said—

“Yes… you are correct…
he is all these things…”

Then she looked deep into my eyes…
smiled…

…gently placed her hand in mine—

just to hold… as we walked…

Then she rested her head
on my shoulder…

…and I felt something—
light…
soft…

…caressing my neck…

All of a sudden—

I snapped back…
to reality—

I thought of my girlfriend…

My real one…
in real life…

I could see her face in my mind…

I felt my love for her—
she filled me…

I felt so bad…

Like I was doing something wrong—
with this other girl… even in a dream…

I tried to free myself…
pull my hand away—

…but it wasn’t that easy…

I started to panic…
just a little…

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And then—

I woke up…

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Thinking about my lady…

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—My real one 😎’`

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my current finger situation

Genesis 28:16
“Surely the Lord is in this place, and I did not know it.”

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Hot Browns & Holy Ground

What is your favorite restaurant?

An Atlanta Chick-fil-A Story…

Growing up in Atlanta… if word got out that I answered this prompt with anything other than Chick-fil-A… I’d probably get ostracized, kicked out of church, and have my house egged in the night by a pastor dressed like a ninja…

So yeah… let’s keep the chicken-lovin’ Bible Belt Army happy-happy, as Phil from Duck Dynasty would say…

Seriously though… it’s a freakin’ amazin’ place for fast eats.
Chick-fil-A was born here in Atlanta… started by Truett Cathy… a legend in these parts. A great Christian man… a man who really cared about his employees and his customers… he built his business on biblical principles… a man who was always closed on Sunday.

I’ve even got a personal story tied to him.

My ex-girlfriend’s grandmother owned and ran a newspaper here in Atlanta for many years called The Southside Insider. She was friends with Mr. Cathy… and he actually sold her the building for that newspaper for $1. I always thought that was pretty cool.

I never got to meet him… I almost did. Missed him a few times in passing… but I’ve been blessed to hear many stories about him.

So from its humble beginnings here in my city… Chick-fil-A is now everywhere. But it’s different here in Atlanta. Different than anywhere else.

Here… we’ve got the Dwarf Houses and Truett’s Grill.

If yall can fit through the door… then by all means… come on in and have a seat 😎

These places aren’t just fast food joints… they feel like actual restaurants. You can sit down… be waited on… and get menu items folks in other places have probably never even heard of.

One of them is found only at the Dwarf Houses and Truett’s Grill…

Ladies and gentlemen… I present to you… The Hot Brown.

Man…

Let me describe this thing!

It’s like a casserole-style dish with white meat chicken in a rich cream-style gravy like thick sauce… but it’s not a gravy, really, I don’t think… and it’s covered in melted cheddar… topped with strips of bacon… and served with toast.

You’re just gonna have to trust me on this one.

I wouldn’t lie to you.
my taste buds are elite.

I wish I had one right now.

And their sweet iced tea? elite too.

When I’m not goin’ with the Hot Brown… my next favorite is the spicy chicken sandwich with pepper jack and waffle fries. The mac ’n’ cheese is worth fightin’ for… and the cheesecake is straight-up badass.

So if you’re ever in the Atlanta area… now you know what you need to do.

I might just see you there.

Lunch is on me.

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And in me.

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Bawk! 🐔…

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Comedian Tim Hawkins-songs about Chick-fil-A

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The Hot Brown
My lunch from last month

📖 Colossians 3:23–24 (NIV)

“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters…”

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Canary Yellow Night

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

Sittin’ beside my one-of-a-kind wife
in a Canary Yellow 1973 Volkswagen Super Beetle—
at a drive-in…

eatin’ popcorn…
watchin’ Creature From The Black Lagoon…

hopefully it’s in effin’ color…
—or close enough.

but I’m goin’ to be too busy stealin’ kisses…
watchin’ the movie flicker in her eyes.

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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My Love for Scripture… Where I Really Live

My Identity in Christ… ✝️

So I love reading…
as many of you do…

My one constant read—
is the Bible.

Then I usually have another book going at the same time…
but Scripture… that’s been with me almost 45 years now…
since I was a kid.

I love the theology of it…
the depth…
the layers…

Hermeneutics—
that’s really my thing with it.

Breaking it down…
understanding what it actually says…
not just what it sounds like.

Honestly though…

You can read and know things all day long—
but if you don’t apply what you’ve learned…

then what do you really have 🤷‍♂️
like… what did you gain…?

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I’ve got other platforms where that’s all I do—
strictly Christian content…
just digging into Scripture… piece by piece…

But this blog—

This is different.

This is where I write about my life…
my past…
things I’m dealing with…
things I’m learning…

It’s an outlet.

A place where I don’t have to perform…
don’t have to impress anyone…

I just get to be me.

So… just because yall don’t see that other side of me much…
I figured I’d share a little of it here.

Some recent thoughts…
from my other platforms…

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📖 Romans 13:14
“But put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make not provision for the flesh…”

📖 Galatians 3:27
“For as many of you as have been baptized into Christ have put on Christ.”

I love these two…

Because that phrase—“put on”—

In the Greek… it’s ENDUO.

And it literally means…

To clothe yourself…
to wear…
like a garment.

So when Paul says “put on Christ”…

He’s not talking about casual belief.

He’s saying—

Wear Him…
Be covered in Him…
Let Him be what people see when they look at you…

Like putting on a coat—
except it’s identity…
not fabric…

Visible identity.

That’s powerful.

Super cool stuff 🙌 ✝️

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📖 Ephesians 2:10
“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works…”

This one’s great…

That word “workmanship”—

In the Greek… it’s POIEMA.

Yeah…

Like we are God’s work… His Poem

Which means—

You’re not random…
not an accident…
not just out here trying to figure it all out…

You’re crafted.

Intentional

Spoken into existence with meaning…

Not mass produced—
handmade…

By God.

Prepared beforehand…
for something good…

So yeah—

You’re not just surviving this life…

You’re His poema.

And that’s a whole different way to see yourself… 🤷‍♂️✝️❤️‍🔥🙌

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Thank you all for being here… seriously…
Yall are a blessing.
May God bless you…
and keep you…
always.

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Miles, Music, and a Few Tricks Along the Way

What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had…?

I’ve done a lot… I love a lot.

Sports… fishing… music… writing…
working out pretty religiously these days…
and I’ve always loved driving… oh… I’m a people and animal whisperer too…

I drove 18-wheelers all across the U.S. for 17 years… professionally.
Spent time training student drivers with FedEx Ground…
that part stayed with me… something about watching it click.

Same thing with teaching guitar and music back in the day…
there’s something about passing things on.

But if we’re talking secret skills…

I can juggle.

Learned it as a teenager from a guy at a pool hall…
with billiard balls.

And this one’s a little ridiculous but true…

I can throw grapes so high they disappear…
wait… track them back down out of the sky…
and catch them in my mouth.

Oh… and I can juggle grapes and eat them at the same time…

Yeah… I know… lol…

Nothing special… just a fun way to feed your face.

Not today though… too much other stuff to juggle…

˙uoıʇɔǝlɟuı ɥʇıʍ ƃuıs I sɐ ƃuol oS
…ʎɐs I ʇɐɥʍ ɹǝʇʇɐɯ ʇ,usǝop ʇI

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson

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Blue Flame Ships

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The Way lit…

The passage remains…
the crossing is older…

The night makes room…

The horizon does not move—
the mountains keep watch—           ~~~》
the moon doesn’t blink…

Things leave the frame…
some things remain…

still burning blue…

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🌙🌌→😔🖤
🤲🔥→❄️🧊→🧍‍♂️
👻🤍→🤝
😵‍💫→😴❌
🕳️⬇️⬇️⬇️💔
😢🙏💭
🕯️⚰️
1️⃣💘→🔚💘

🚶‍♂️→🌍→👫
🎁→💝→🫴
🛏️→💗→🧠
🔥→🌧️→🌦️
🔥✨🔥

👀🌑→🧱
😨🫀
🏃‍♂️→📞→⚡💥
🧎‍♂️💔
🌫️🫀
💘♾️
1️⃣💘→🔚💘

🚶‍♂️→🌍→👫
🎁→💝→🫴
🛏️→💗→🧠
🔥→🌧️→🌦️
🔥✨🔥

😵‍💫→😴❌
🕳️⬇️⬇️⬇️💔
💘♾️
1️⃣💘→🔚💘

🚶‍♂️→🌍→👫
🎁→💝→🫴
🛏️→💗→🧠
🔥→🌧️→🌦️
🔥✨🔥

🎁→💝→🫴
🚶‍♂️→🌍→👫
🎁→💝→🫴…emoji lyric tower 🤷‍♂️

Hebrews 12:27–28 (trimmed)
“What cannot be shaken may remain… therefore… let us be grateful… for a kingdom… that cannot be shaken…”

Inspired by “The Flame” — Cheap Trick (1988)

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