“Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become.”—C.S. Lewis (via quote-book)
I have grown accustomed to spans of time to be wrapped and swathed about a day, like the fabric I cut and bind together for a living. I spend my days doing things that I desperately try to be productive with. Those “things” mainly consist of knitting, sewing, reading, and writing both music and silly fiction, and sometimes thrifting, but I enjoy it. We live in a world addicted to the short and sweet delivered post-haste with a side of ease. We press a button and are fed our fill of whatever we like. These are the twenty-something years, when distraction feels good. Material and physical deviations lure us to the left and right of reality. It’s much easier that way. But its never something to be proud of. I like to work with my hands. I like to work with my mind, and while its much more natural to put my hands to work and my brain takes a lot more motivation, I find that both fingers and brain communicate well with time. Like any relationship, it demands that you feed it, you bring to the table your thoughts, dreams, aspirations, and then do something about them because they wane and fade without you supplying its strength. Without you sharing your limbs and your passion. It is a relationship between the physical and spiritual. Its about being independent and creative, communicative and interrelational. Use what you have. A mind, a heart, a body, to do something that you’re proud of.
I was at work. Wound up beating my all-time record for number of people thrown out of a show there, as well as my record for shortest time after the doors opened. Kicked someone out before the opening band even started. And Im not even a bouncer, hahaha, I was bartending. Rough shift.
Dear me, that sounds terrible. Humans can be absolutely ridiculous.
“This is, I think, one little part of what Christ meant by saying that a thing will not really live unless it first dies. It is simply no good trying to keep any thrill: that is the very worst thing yoiu can do. Let the thrill go—let it die away—go on through that period of death into the quieter interest and happiness that follow—and you will find you are living in a world of new thrills all the time. But if you decide to make thrills your regular diet and try to prolong them artificially. they will all get weaker and weaker. and fewer and fewer, and you will be a bored. disillusioned old man for the rest of your life.”—C.S. Lewis- Mere Christianity (via paulastickers)
…having spouted all that, let me reiterate i hold no political stance. i don’t care about being a republican or a democrat or the right or left or conservative or liberal… none of that means a dang thing to me. i care about being a follower of Christ. Jesus concerned Himself with people and their hearts and made no move toward politics even though everyone expected Him to. it’s all a mess to me and all a joke. in the end, i may be right or wrong about a lot of things but i will not be wasting my time in the world of politics, i will be seeking JC. So i have no pride in america, the bible says that pride comes before a downfall. i will not boast in anything, but i will boast in Jesus. i will not pledge allegiance to a piece of land or a government, i will not waste my time caring about a piece of fabric with stars and stripes on it and i will not buy into any ideology that conflicts with Jesus teaching, if i do, i will repent. i think there are good people here and bad people here, good things and bad things, but in the end america is just another part of a fallen world that satan has dominion over, just like every other country.
After a heart to heart in the Volvo concerning relationships, we (Callie and I) have once again struck upon the fact that love is not always easy as well as that it is not love to allow someone to continue on in hurtful, dangerous manners and keep silent. It is not well to claim something and act contrarily. It is also unpopular to admit that one cares more for ego, schedule, preference, or recognition than truthful love, although it is spoken loudly by the actions of many. As we elucidated on our thoughts, we discovered the imperatives of receiving love are to recognize it and accept it. BUT you cannot demand someone love you one way and reject all other real, heartfelt forms of affection that someone offers you. You cannot reject the hard conversation birthed out of honest, informed concern, issuing from a friend with your best interest in mind, simply because it hurts to be convicted. Don’t ask for roses and reject the love letter, blinding yourself with pretty, fleeting things when it’s spelled out.
I am abashedly and at the same time amusedly admitting that I have found Hulu and have proceeded to find myself helplessly attached to a t.v. show I myself think terribly lame with cut-rate cgi and predictable, infuriating plot at times. Probably because I haven’t read a good book I have a while.
So, just know that there’s one guy in Alabama that loves ya, even if you’re weird and Forever Alone. Someone else’s romantic attention doesn’t have to be so important and we don’t have to have a day set aside to love each other.
I love you and (though I won’t have sex with you) I am here for you. My inbox is open if you need to talk about where you are in your life, whether romantically, socially or emotionally.
“It must be really annoying to have your religion represented by assholes all the time.”—A (non-religious) blogger I’m working with, in an email responding to me explaining that I’ll be approaching my portion of the project from a theological perspective. She summed it up better than I ever could. (via somuchdependsupon)
The cold is seeping in, as if it was liquid and my fingers a fabric meant for it. There is no stopping it, because the bill will be far greater than our income if we turn the dial any further. You see, the furnace is old, it doesn’t cut on, and our landlord nearly died near Christmas. He’s feeble as the limbs of the oaks outside and to ask much of a 90 year-old man who’s insides ruptured seems harsh. Like the cold that seeps in the floors and walls of this uninsulated house. So we wait for Spring, or those eerie days of warm respite from the chill. Disrespecting moments of glee in the face of Winter, who takes it out on us one day at a time. And there is no stopping her, for the furnace won’t cut on.
You cannot call to repentance those who deem themselves sinless.
It may seem a but redundant but the fact is that without the knowledge of one’s trespass, sincere apology and reform are not possible. When Jesus said the following, I felt it in a way I hadn’t asked before: “I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance. ” - Luke 5:32
The self-righteous have no interest in being told they’re at fault. And this plagues religious and non-religious alike.