Monday, August 23, 2010
The Unleashing of the Monster!
The monster. He was big and black, with green spikes on his back, green slimy teeth, and large yellow eyes. He was covered nearly completely in fur, and had a large awkward tail trailing behind him. His home was not much, just a small cavern really, but in it he had complete control. For he was not alone, not by any means. Inside this same cavern were many creatures, all trying to obtain control of the cavern in there own ways. But it was his cavern. The unicorn would try and have his 'light' shine everywhere, for all to see even on the outside of the cavern, and the leprechaun would try to fill the cave with pretty objects and treasures that reflected even the tiniest bit of light, and the cave itself even tried to take over from time to time. But he-the monster- called the shots. If he wanted the cave to rumble, it would rumble. If he wanted it to be darker, it was darker. The cavern had let him in, before the leprechaun, and even before the unicorn. At first, he had remained dormant, for any who invite the Monster into there cave, soon regret it later, and try to have him extracted. But undetected, he had stayed low, biding his time. And the longer he waited, the stronger he became. Until one day, he had made himself known. Not all at once, mind you, but in bits and pieces he slowly wormed his way into the heart of the cave, where it was easiest to control the entire cave. And now he was there, in control, and the cave was never the same again.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Pride Rock
Tuesday, 18 May 2010, at 19:34
Similarly, as a pathetic human being, I often find that when life goes downhill, I am 'spiritual' and eager to pray and read God's Holy Word. But as soon as the trek through the mud is done, then once again, I am my own god, and my blessed creator is soon placed back on his shelf. I am too eager to take credit for my own works, and not nearly so eager to give credit to the one who deserves it- God. We enjoy making ourselves feel better at the expense of others, but in doing so we overlook God's Word. James 4:10 says that God will exalt those who humble themselves. Should this be the reason for you to practice humility? Perhaps not. But all the same, there is no reason to feel the need to belittle others for a self esteem boost. If you exalt yourself, then God will humble you- how much better would it be for you to humble yourself!
And so I strive to give all the deserved glory to God, my Savior, my Lord, and my Friend.
The higher you climb Pride Rock, the further you fall when humility you find. And whether you find it, or God finds it for you- you will find it!
Death by Love
Thursday, 13 May 2010 at 23:07
Can one love too much? Some would say it is a sin to utter such a phrase, and until recently I might also agree. Let me preface this note by saying that I am in no way trying to sway anyone any which way. You can agree, disagree, be indifferent, or whatever. Comments are appreciated, and much encouraged.
Love is powerful. Nobody who has experienced love, either from a close relative, friend, or the greatest source of all love, God himself, can argue this fact. With a single word, Love can change the world for you. Love is an amazing emotion, and to love someone is probably one of the most healthy things for you, EVER. As awesome as that is, to be loved is even more awesome. To feel the love of God is often very hard. We see his works, and his laws and miracles in the Word, but our mortal minds have a very hard time grasping anything that we can not physically see. I believe that this is why humanly love in its flawed form is so important. It gives us a window into a small fraction of the Love that God shares towards us, his creations.
That being said, love is so strong, that it can also be feared. I dare say that many, for one reason or another, may purposefully choose to be hated rather then loved. If you are hated, then at least you know where you stand- at the bottom of the proverbial hill. I could understand why it is scary to stand on top of this hill, for the more you have, then the more you can also lose. Love can be a bittersweet poison for some, and this makes them push it away. It is like having the ability to win a billion dollars, but then also having a chance to be buried alive, after a slow and painful torture, or simply staying on two feet, safe and sound.
Love, in its pure and unadulterated state is the greatest thing that has even been introduced to anyone. Just like pouring old wine into a new wineskin, or a little mustard on a white shirt, introducing such a pure and amazing thing as love to something as defiled and sinful as mankind produces varying results. It is impossible for such creatures to fully understand love, or to even begin to grasp it. Love is unquenchable, a fire that once ignited, burns within an individual until they feel like they will burst.
Imagine now, a river filled of not water, but instead flower petals. There are so many, that they would threaten to overwhelm the entire earth, if not contained to the river. Suddenly, they multiply five fold. What was once contained, is now flooding the entire planet. Flowers are beautiful, but with so many, even this beauty could become a threat.
Maybe this is a little extreme, but consider the heart that knows not how to love. All his days, he will go on and on, going with the motions, but never actually loving. i doubt he would have very many friends in the world, as without love, most relationships are empty. So suppose one day he has a life changing experience, and his ability to love is increased ten fold. Without many friends, he is limited on whom he can love. Without intending to, I could see it as possible to love what few friends he has, too much.
How, you might ask, is it possible to ever receive too much of something so amazing? The same way that skin turns pale without sun, and the burns easily once it is subjected to sunlight for the first time, a heart that is starved of love, will easily be overwhelmed when the gateways of Love are poured out onto it.
Love... can't live without it, and sometimes, can't live with it.
Love is powerful. Nobody who has experienced love, either from a close relative, friend, or the greatest source of all love, God himself, can argue this fact. With a single word, Love can change the world for you. Love is an amazing emotion, and to love someone is probably one of the most healthy things for you, EVER. As awesome as that is, to be loved is even more awesome. To feel the love of God is often very hard. We see his works, and his laws and miracles in the Word, but our mortal minds have a very hard time grasping anything that we can not physically see. I believe that this is why humanly love in its flawed form is so important. It gives us a window into a small fraction of the Love that God shares towards us, his creations.
That being said, love is so strong, that it can also be feared. I dare say that many, for one reason or another, may purposefully choose to be hated rather then loved. If you are hated, then at least you know where you stand- at the bottom of the proverbial hill. I could understand why it is scary to stand on top of this hill, for the more you have, then the more you can also lose. Love can be a bittersweet poison for some, and this makes them push it away. It is like having the ability to win a billion dollars, but then also having a chance to be buried alive, after a slow and painful torture, or simply staying on two feet, safe and sound.
Love, in its pure and unadulterated state is the greatest thing that has even been introduced to anyone. Just like pouring old wine into a new wineskin, or a little mustard on a white shirt, introducing such a pure and amazing thing as love to something as defiled and sinful as mankind produces varying results. It is impossible for such creatures to fully understand love, or to even begin to grasp it. Love is unquenchable, a fire that once ignited, burns within an individual until they feel like they will burst.
Imagine now, a river filled of not water, but instead flower petals. There are so many, that they would threaten to overwhelm the entire earth, if not contained to the river. Suddenly, they multiply five fold. What was once contained, is now flooding the entire planet. Flowers are beautiful, but with so many, even this beauty could become a threat.
Maybe this is a little extreme, but consider the heart that knows not how to love. All his days, he will go on and on, going with the motions, but never actually loving. i doubt he would have very many friends in the world, as without love, most relationships are empty. So suppose one day he has a life changing experience, and his ability to love is increased ten fold. Without many friends, he is limited on whom he can love. Without intending to, I could see it as possible to love what few friends he has, too much.
How, you might ask, is it possible to ever receive too much of something so amazing? The same way that skin turns pale without sun, and the burns easily once it is subjected to sunlight for the first time, a heart that is starved of love, will easily be overwhelmed when the gateways of Love are poured out onto it.
Love... can't live without it, and sometimes, can't live with it.
What I want meets What I need.
Saturday, 08 May 2010 at 02:34
Give me wealth, treasures on earth.
Give me power, people to rule.
Give me ability, or skills unknown.
Give me a land where freedom reigns.
Let me run where the horses run.
Let me flow where the rivers flow.
Let me walk where kings have walked.
Let me sleep where the flowers sleep.
Make me handsome, may all be in awe.
Make me lovely, on the inside where it counts.
Make me energetic, overflowing with fun.
Make me loving, and unable to hate.
If all were gold, and I had my pick.
If all were mine, to do with as I pleased.
If all were gone, and I owned the earth.
If all were perfect, my life of ease.
I need not liberty, wealth, strength or power.
I need not the ability to make men cower.
I need not skills, abilities or land.
I need my friends, and all else is like sand.
Give me power, people to rule.
Give me ability, or skills unknown.
Give me a land where freedom reigns.
Let me run where the horses run.
Let me flow where the rivers flow.
Let me walk where kings have walked.
Let me sleep where the flowers sleep.
Make me handsome, may all be in awe.
Make me lovely, on the inside where it counts.
Make me energetic, overflowing with fun.
Make me loving, and unable to hate.
If all were gold, and I had my pick.
If all were mine, to do with as I pleased.
If all were gone, and I owned the earth.
If all were perfect, my life of ease.
I need not liberty, wealth, strength or power.
I need not the ability to make men cower.
I need not skills, abilities or land.
I need my friends, and all else is like sand.
The Mask-Less Wonder.
Saturday, 08 May 2010 at 02:15
He was smart. Always had been. Maybe a little too smart... for his own good, that is. He could whip out a witty retort or one liner like no other... and more often then not, he was encouraged by the laughter of others. However, more often then not, his comments were found to be targeting someone. At first he did it as a security blanket. Something to hold on to, to try and fit in wherever he went. People like to laugh, and so they like the ones who make them laugh. He rarely ever targeted the same person, or at least not on purpose. If they always open themselves up for the kill, well that wasn't really his fault, now was it?
Eventually, he grew accustomed to it, and sometimes he went too far. Sometimes he had the inkling that he may have caused some emotional strains, but he was far too deep in his hand built mask to be able to pull himself off the well beaten path of destruction he had so readily carved for himself. And so he continued in his shallow existence, thriving on the idea that he had friends, how ever misplaced this idea was.
It wasn't long before his own shell grew and grew until finally, it developed his entire being. He was effectively isolated from the world, unable to communicate with anyone or anything anymore, besides the occasional greeting, or joke. He was the person that everyone talked to, but nobody knew or loved. His mask was too much for him to bear, and so he did the next best thing, and left. Out of home, out of town, out of state. Packed up and left.
After wearing a mask for so long, it was very hard for him to leave behind. Without really noticing, it ended up following him. He knew that he had left it behind, but gradually it reappeared, until one day it was suddenly back. The world saw him, but knew him not. He embraced the mask like a long lost friend amongst a sea of strangers.
He grew with his mask for a very long time, and as he wore it more and more, it grew on him more and more. He knew that his mask made him hideous, but he could not take it off, for the face underneath was even more grotesque. If people could not like his mask, how would they possibly ever like the face it hid?
One day, however, he met a few people who were different. Wherever they came from, or where they obtained their fairy-like powers, he knew not. But for some reason, when they first talked to him, they did not stare at his mask, but instead at the only part that was not covered- his eyes. He figured it was just a coincidence, there was no way anyone could be interested in what he had hidden for so long. He continued to hold on to his mask for dear life, but to no avail. His new found friends wrenched it off of him, and despite his obvious flawed appearance, they displayed no signs of horror, nay, they seemed to even love him!
Suddenly, it all hit him. His mask made him ugly. It was not a mask of beauty, but instead it was created to hide beauty. The beauty that the Creator had placed inside of all of his works was being squandered selfishly by a hand made mask of lies and deceit. The real mask, was the mask he wore while looking in the mirror, and he was only ever fooling himself.
Eventually, he grew accustomed to it, and sometimes he went too far. Sometimes he had the inkling that he may have caused some emotional strains, but he was far too deep in his hand built mask to be able to pull himself off the well beaten path of destruction he had so readily carved for himself. And so he continued in his shallow existence, thriving on the idea that he had friends, how ever misplaced this idea was.
It wasn't long before his own shell grew and grew until finally, it developed his entire being. He was effectively isolated from the world, unable to communicate with anyone or anything anymore, besides the occasional greeting, or joke. He was the person that everyone talked to, but nobody knew or loved. His mask was too much for him to bear, and so he did the next best thing, and left. Out of home, out of town, out of state. Packed up and left.
After wearing a mask for so long, it was very hard for him to leave behind. Without really noticing, it ended up following him. He knew that he had left it behind, but gradually it reappeared, until one day it was suddenly back. The world saw him, but knew him not. He embraced the mask like a long lost friend amongst a sea of strangers.
He grew with his mask for a very long time, and as he wore it more and more, it grew on him more and more. He knew that his mask made him hideous, but he could not take it off, for the face underneath was even more grotesque. If people could not like his mask, how would they possibly ever like the face it hid?
One day, however, he met a few people who were different. Wherever they came from, or where they obtained their fairy-like powers, he knew not. But for some reason, when they first talked to him, they did not stare at his mask, but instead at the only part that was not covered- his eyes. He figured it was just a coincidence, there was no way anyone could be interested in what he had hidden for so long. He continued to hold on to his mask for dear life, but to no avail. His new found friends wrenched it off of him, and despite his obvious flawed appearance, they displayed no signs of horror, nay, they seemed to even love him!
Suddenly, it all hit him. His mask made him ugly. It was not a mask of beauty, but instead it was created to hide beauty. The beauty that the Creator had placed inside of all of his works was being squandered selfishly by a hand made mask of lies and deceit. The real mask, was the mask he wore while looking in the mirror, and he was only ever fooling himself.
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