In the spirit of self-consciousness and solipsism that has been inspiring this ghetto blog lately…my friends, I apologize, but I say this with love: LIVE IN FULLNESS WHILE YOU CAN. DO NOT HOLD BACK. BE ALIVE WITH LOVE. FORGIVE YOUR ENEMIES. GIVE MORE THAN YOU CAN TAKE. GIVE IT YOUR ALL. WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE BUT YOUR OWN LIFE WHICH IS BUT A GIFT TO GIVE AWAY!?
Sloppy lo-fi demo I found on an old hard drive. It don’t go nowhere so don’t expect nothing. Love don’t go nowhere so don’t expect nothing. Quadruple negative, yo. Stay Positive.
Fear-based repentance makes us hate ourselves. Joy-based repentance makes us hate the sin.
I made mistakes. TONS of them. I dated women I now know would
never have worked as marriage partners. I worked jobs where the environment was dysfunctional. And I stayed too long in bad situations because I didn’t want to make changes. Yet, far from preventing me from becoming the man that God wanted me to be, all of these mistakes taught me valuable lessons that have helped me become the man God wanted me to be.
Anonymous asked: I went on a date about 2 months ago with a guy from my church. To be honest with you it’s the best date I’ve been on ‘till this day. He literally has all the characteristics I’d like in any future partner. Here’s the thing, things got awkward after the date. I have no idea…
Think about Neo in the Matrix, Luke Skywalker in Star Wars, or Frodo Baggins in the Lord of the Rings. These are fairy tales, works of fiction, but like them, your life in Christ has a destiny all its own.
You may not like what you see in the mirror, but the truth is that, to get where you’re going, you’ll need to have your eyes on the road. Jesus said, “Whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it” (Matthew 16:25). Fulfilling that destiny means letting go of old obsessions and distractions. It means
taking the Red Pill, going to see old Ben Kenobi, and leaving The Shire. The mirror can only show you what is behind you; Jesus wants to lead you to what is ahead.
Gentlemen, why in heaven’s name this haste? You have time enough. […] Ages and ages lie before you. Why sacrifice the present to the future, fancying that you will be happier when your fields teem with wealth and your cities with people? In Europe we have cities wealthier and more populous than yours, and we are not happy. You dream of your posterity; but your posterity will look back to yours as the golden age, and envy those who first burst into this silent, splendid nature, who first lifted up their axes upon these tall trees, and lined these waters with busy wharves. Why, then, seek to complete in a few decades what the other nations of the world took thousands of years over in the older continents? […] Why, in your hurry to subdue and utilize nature, squander her splendid gifts? […] Why hasten the advent of that threatening day when the vacant spaces of the continent shall all have been filled, and the poverty or discontent of the older States shall find no outlet? You have opportunities such as mankind has never had before, and may never have again. Your work is great and noble; it is done for a future longer and vaster than our conceptions can embrace. Why not make its outlines and beginnings worthy of these destinies, the thought of which gilds your hopes and elevates your purposes?
—Lord James Bryce
Awkward is a word that has gotten thrown around a lot these last few years, and it’s become something of a cultural obsession, driving shows like The Office, Parks and Recreation, and Arrested Development. For some reason we are drawn to it. It’s hard to imagine our grandparents laughing their…
It’s not your job to make yourself better. We can’t really do that job without messing the whole thing up anyway. Your job is to love Jesus. He’s powerful and good and knows exactly what to do. Just concentrate on what it would mean to love Him right now. He will change you in His way and His time.
—Lee Younger (via leeyounger)
You must picture me alone in my room, night after night, feeling the steady, unrelenting approach of Him whom I so earnestly desired not to meet. That which I greatly feared had come upon me. In the fall term of 1929 I gave in and admitted that God was God, and knelt and prayed: perhaps, that night, the most reluctant convert in all England. Modern people cheerfully talk about the search for God. To me, as I then was, they might as well have talked about the mouse’s search for the cat.