Hiroshima

What's the worst idea since the a-bomb? Try and challenge a saved man that he can't do anything that God won't forgive him for. Not since the invention of air-hand-dryers has there been a folly so grand as to think that anything would inspire a man like a challenge would.

So what comes next? I can't step up to that kind of a challenge can I? Of course not. But why has that thought hounded me lately. Maybe it's leading up to some sort of epiphany? I don't know really; All I do know is that there's no way this could be God, unless he's trying to just explain to me a little bit something new about his forgiveness that I didn't get before. That sure would be a weird way of approaching the issue God...

... but he's done weirder... maybe he's calling my bluff? haha...

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Your love is... by ChibiMarronchan
Your name is...
Your kiss is...	delicious
Your hugs are...	friendly
Your eyes...	twinkle in the moonlight
Your touch is...	irresistable
Your smell is...	amazing
Your smile is...	encouraging
Your love is...	one of a kind
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Resistance is futile! You can't resist my touch!

Your Suicide.. by Konstantine
Your Name/Username
Favorite Number?
Favorite Color?
Gender?	FemaleMaleUndecidedBoth
How will you commit suicide?	You will slash your throat
How many tries will it take?	31
When will you commit suicide?	March 6, 2027
What will your suicide note say?	I wish there was another way ..
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Radical Love

A woman who is renown in the area for being a sinful woman, probably a prostitute, finds Jesus at a Pharisees house for dinner. I don't think that this woman is planning on going in without being recognized... Everyone knows about her unscrupulous activities. But she doesn't let that tear her away from her passion.

Most people, when confronted with how they will express their worship and praises for God, sing some polite songs, maybe raise their hands, do some pretty dances. So this woman loves Jesus; she could just catch Jesus on his way out and say "Oh by the way, I really Love you." Jesus could just as easily nod his head and walk away saddened because he knows love is more than well meaning words. I can mouth the words, I can even make some actions to go along with it or play guitar to make it sound nice. Does that mean that's enough?

That wasn't enough for this sinful woman. She took an entire jar of perfume that was more than likely worth more than her life, and poured it out on Jesus' feet. Then she began to weep and used her tears to wash his feet, and when she needed something to wipe them off with, she used her hair. She had to throw everything that she had down for Jesus because there was no other way that she could express her love for her saviour. She even had to swallow her dirty reputation in front of the religious leaders to even be with Jesus. That's radical love, radical worship. How can I be satisfied with singing a pleasant song, or filling the status quo.

How can you express your radical worship to God? What does it look like? Close your eyes and imagine some of the ways that could possibly come close. Would you be standing? Kneeling? Dancing? Naked? What does it look like for you. Ask God to show you, maybe He'll show you.

More on Love?

Stop me if you don't agree with what I'm saying. God doesn't love me because of all the great things I've done; He doesn't love me because I've earned his love; He doesn't even love me because of the gooderer songs I sing in worship. God just loves me because that's who He is; He is Love. Ok, so that makes sense to me fine.

Now we use God's love as an example for our love right? So we don't love Him because of what he did, we love him because of who he is? So... if I understand correctly, I don't love my God because of what He did on the cross for me? I don't love Him because He forgave all of my transgressions? Why do I love Him then? After all these years, I've heard preachers preach about all the great reasons that mean we should love our amazing God. Summer camp after summer camp has convinced me that it's only fair for me to love Him because he died for me. What does this all mean then?

A good husband doesn't love his wife because he gives her flowers. A good wife doesn't love her husband because he gave her flowers. That's a language of love, not love itself. God's language of love was death on a cross. But we can't use that as a crutch. God loves us because He is love and not because of what we've done. He even loved Hitler, and I hope it wasn't because of what he did. How do I live in love? Do I become love? How can I love like God loves, when he is love and I'm not? I don't even know... Any ideas anyone?

Show it up!

Hey, it's been a while since I've posted anything. Maybe that's because we're rolling into midterms... maybe it's because I've forgotten that I even have a blog... maybe it's because we've got a show on the 26th that we gotta write some songs for? The world will never really know.

But on that thought... SID PEN, NOV SAT 26th!!! A rock show to shake the foundation of our culture! Or maybe just the foundation of sid pen? hehe, either way it's gonna rock and you all should come out. It's only $5 and there are gonna be some wicked bands there; umm... well I can't remember their names, but we're just some no names that get to open for them!

And this whole band thing is really startin to groove with me more and more every day. I've never felt the kind of creative juices that I do now when we're just sittin around and jammin in our basement. I really want to learn to express myself so much better through writing like that. It's like a whole other world of communication. It's like talking, because you use words just like talking, and it's like writing because you put it down on paper... but it's something so much more than both of them put together. I don't even know how to explain it yet... so I won't.

I Concede...

Apologetics are almost an artwork for some people. Such elaborate moves of grace and precision remind me of the finesse that you might see on the ballet stage. And for anyone who knows very much about me, I really enjoy being right, and whenever possible I try to be right...

... even when I'm wrong.

When I say something inconsiderate and apologize, there's a little bit of me that wants to say "Oh, but this is why I had to do it!!! No really, it was hardly even my decision!" Often, an apology can be accompanied by such subtle manipulative excuses to almost make the apology into an accusation. That makes me less wrong, right? Hrmm... that was too easy.

Think about it in love. When I apologize, I can't apologize for them; I apologize for what I have done and forgive for anything that is left to forgive. Something I've been trying to do in asking for forgiveness is purposely put aside my "excuses". Why hash up all the reasons that I think make it less my fault? Why say, "Oh I'm sorry, I was busy over here" when I could actually just apologize for what I was doing; "Oh I'm sorry, I wasn't being a very good listener; please go on". Why make it easier for the enemy to sneak his way into my words? Why not make it clear what I really mean? Why throw the blame on someone else when I can only apologize for myself?

It's harder than you might think! Biting your tongue can be one of the hardest things to do (after all, it is a venomous snake). I challenge anyone brave enough to try it. Make your apologies sincere and not laced with hidden accusations. Come on... say it...

I concede.

Sponge replacement theory

I figure, if I don't show up for my classes tomorrow and instead just leave a dry sponge on my desk, I would be better off. And hey, I can just pick up the wet sponge at the end of the day? Because that's what I feel like, nothing more than a sponge to be thrown around by my profs! Oh my... holidays used to be a joyous occasion when grade school children would leap for joy and frolic around the park singing jingles... weren't they? Seems like now, my teachers insist on cramming that missing lesson as well as the current days lesson all into one fabulous time of learning! What a fantastic idea right? wroooooong. My brain feels like it's reached its saturation point, but the more they throw at me it just keeps getting stuffed up there.

Please weekend, find me soon, before it's too late for me... and this "holiday" better be worth it...

Why love?

Over the last few months God has been challenging in love. Loving someone that I don't want to love. I would love to hate him actually. My flesh produces jealousy which feeds hate. My flesh loves hate. Is that me? Is that Satan? I don't know sometimes. I don't want to think that's me. God made me and he didn't make me like that did he? Hate disgusts me yet something in me still hates...well at least it still disgusts me...

Jesus said that the greatest commandment was this; "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind." I'm starting to think that it's not just coincidence that this command is followed by his command to love each other (our neighbours). Loving my neighbours has started first by loving my God.

The only part that I have to yet deal with is the issue of forgiveness. I can't love and not forgive and neither can I forgive but not love. But the dawn awakens and I need some zzz's... forgiveness will have to wait.

hehehe...

Some sort of beginning

As I'm sure it is to everyone during their first post, it is equally new to me and it will most likely become fairly obvious that I don't have any particular writing talents. Although, I do hope to have something worth sharing everyone once and a while.