It’s simple.
You have a reason to live, if not for yourself then for someone who made you, loves you and desires nothing but the best of/for you. At the same time, realising your faults-and perfecting them, realising your sins-and forgiving them, realising your flaws and relieving them.
Oh what a saviour.
Why don’t you understand how beautiful you are?
#discussiontopicforartyes
“your church, your religion has become an ‘elittist’ con. Attempting to make your salvation out as a prize to win or obtain and once you’ve got it: if you don’t work hard, change your clothes, act differently-all your ‘friends in the faith’ abandon you. No, I don’t want to come to your church where you sit on your smartphones and attempt to convey an interested look. No, I don’t want to be a part if a hypocritical cycle that never breaks. No, I don’t want you to continue tainting my view of a holy God. Because that’s all that I see. I see you. I look at you. And when I do, I want to see your saviour (in your actions) I don’t want to feel this ‘fake facade’ you keep ignoring. You’re what I see. You’re the only thing I see-at the moment. I wonder if you even contimplate what your actions or words speak, what they say. Because if you really understood what your actions said, you’d rather be mute. You can’t breathe and drink religion and yet ‘smoke’ and ‘binge’ another master. But then again, what would I know…I’m just a social comentator”
This is still bugging me. It is quite reasonable but lacks a totally un-bais view or rational thought-process. I hear over and over again the idea that, “It is about you but its not about you”. Personal growth then personal mentoring(?).
tick, tick, tick….my bicycle clock is slow. abit like me. haha oh well! it’s precious, jebba got it for me for my 18th.
I should be worried(not worried but more concerned with and focused on the weekend) about later things, but I seem to find myself being totally expressionless or completely stressed about Thursday evening-the cold hall, hopefully not a cold audience…I doubt any form of ability I may have, or think I have.
Argh, I know it’s been pre-destined-thus my worries are void.
P.s. Pre-destination messes with free will.
This week I’ve reflected alot upon my shortcomings and inevitably how lame of an excuse of a human-being I am. I’ve been challenged about my beliefs and convictions. I seen heart ache after heart ache unfold and I’ve felt empathy for those. And the same time, I’ve realized how loved I am. Not possibly how much, but the certainty; that’s a weird thought. I felt burdened(?) I still do.
Seemingly no one realized the amazing revelation of the love of a saviour and the relationship that seems to stem from a mutual agreement of respect and salvation(?). A jealous God, an almighty God: I am made unaware of my afflictions because of the Glory. I then realize the beauty and the emensity of his thoughts and feelings for me. Oh my gosh, why?! I am dirty, relentlessly wrong and foolishly unsatisfactory.
***my words don’t convey.
Everything is relevant. You stand on a platform as a frieght train passes you, you turn your music up to compensate. It’s similar with Jesus. He’s constant, when a train(metaphorically) come screaming past the opportunity to tune in or turn up the relationship/trust/voice/awareness of Jesus is an interesting option.
***I can’t convey.
I have a hard time believing that one day there will be a generation with no moral standards, it is implausible.
-discuss.
We must first realize our faults and then, (not even then-really) we are given a platform to correct others (not really I don’t think). Any sort of justifying of the theory or aquitting of the liability and legalistic tendencies cannot compensate for the fact that: no-one should be allowed to correct, everyone should be allowed to correct and only some people should be allowed to correct. Hah. Oh such petty understandings. Fickle arguements.
Don’t let the world rob you of your beauty, please.
