“God made us: invented us as a man invents an engine. A car is made to run on petrol, and it would not run properly on anything else. Now God designed the human machine to run on Himself. He Himself is the fuel our spirits were designed to run on. There is no other. That is why it is no good asking God to make us happy in our own way without bothering with religion. God cannot give us happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. there is no such thing.”—C.S.Lewis (via iwilltrustinyou)
This thought came into my mind last night. Just think, what if that girl you hated and gossiped about died tomorrow? I know it’s a depressing thing to think about. A lot of us don’t want to touch even the slightest upon death, and some of us seem to be death enthusiasts. But just open up your…
- I have seen so much of this. Too much of this. You are backed.
I’m seriously listening to a conversation concerning someone moving the places people sit in a pew. Evidently its a problem. The deacons don’t get front row anymore. Frankly, my dear… I think they’re missing the point.
Deeear Laur[EN] ha..kidding ;),
I've discovered your acoustic project on myspace and I literally adore with all of my heart. You have a gift for writing, woman. :) Loved seeing you the other night, your great. Finish-up tour strong. 'Til then, God bless my dear.
Thank you so much! I hardly ever get to do anything with it, but I am so honored that you listen and actually enjoy it. It is not by my own doing that I accomplish any of it. It was good seeing you as well.
“How womanly it is for one who is a man to comb himself and shave himself with a razor, for the sake of fine effect, and to arrange his hair at the mirror, shave his cheeks, pluck hairs out of them, and smooth them!…For God wished women to be smooth and to rejoice in their locks alone growing spontaneously, as a horse in his mane. But He adorned man like the lions, with a beard, and endowed him as an attribute of manhood, with a hairy chest—a sign of strength and rule. This, then, is the mark of the man, the beard. By this, he is seen to be a man. It is older than Eve. It is the token of the superior nature….It is therefore unholy to desecrate the symbol of manhood, hairiness.”—St. Clement of Alexandria, 2.276
Sam:I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo:What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam:That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.
As we drive along the roads in Florida, I was accosted by the hypocrisy in my blood. I have a terrible time with traffic. It sets my nerves on edge and causes me to be irritable. This is all caused by the blatant unobservant carelessness of drivers. The teenagers on cell phones, the speeding dare devils whipping in and out of the lanes. Angry minivans and vindictive aggressors. There is a severity about roadways. Putting your life into the hands of other people that you’ve never met seems ridiculous. Especially with the examples of terror that pervade highways. However, here I find my heart checked.
I often am offended and angered at these reckless people. Idiocy and belligerence do not mix well, nor are they received well. But tonight I heard these words from a friend: “How can you say someone is an idiot when we’re all that way? Whether or not we get hit by someone, we don’t deserve anything. It is by the grace of God we live, and by His grace we die.”
And here I was stopped in my internal sense of justice and shown the analogy of grace. This may seem a little trivial, but I saw God in the allowance of our government to allow people who potentially drink and drive, get high, kidnap someone, drive with aggression in selfishness, maybe even kill someone with a two ton bullet, to these they give the freedom to conduct life with others. Freedom to make decisions that may or may not have detrimental consequence.
We are those reckless drivers in our relationships with God. I am not attempting to be cliche or cheesy. We go about in our distractions without being aware of the privilege of life. And God, in His compassion, gives us freedom to choose. So I cannot be angry, when I am just as they.
I love tour. We played this anarchist collective last show with a super rad local hardcore band. We bought sick patches and ate at this sweet little coffee shop. I also got myself a good putting-into-place. We’re playing The Rutledge tonight. If Nashville be your place of residence we would love to meet you.
“If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.”—C. S. Lewis (via be-the-change)
Its the day I was born. 23 years ago. I get a show with friends in Chattanooga. Tomorrow begins a two day stint in Nashville. Tour happens to be a wonderful conglomeration of lack of sleep and company. We stayed up till two a.m. last night at a restaurant, laughing at everything imaginable after playing a show with a lot of really sweet kids in attendance. It was one of those experiences that makes you realize there is reason for being who you were made to be.
I got to see someone I had long kept from communication. In the time that I had not talked to them, they almost died from drug concentration. They have been clean for eight months and now she is living. She said she never wants to feel the way she did then, ever again. There is always hope.
We all undergo trial and lesser gods. We have tendency to gravitate toward temporary and visible solutions to our momentary trouble. I realized that it is a terrible thing to spend what is eternal on that which can never last forever. Not that I have perfected this practice, however, its good to see someone else did as well.