Earlier tonight, my little brother was carrying around a bag of balloons (which were not inflated). He spilled them all over. Naturally, I went to him and said, "Do you want me to help you pick them up?" He replied, "No! Get away from me!"
I began to wonder, is that what we (I) do to God so often? We start to fall apart, and He races to us saying, "Do you want me to help you pick the pieces back up?" But no. We don't want His help. We think we're okay with Him, but we push Him away like that.
Then I started to wonder a bus load of other things. Like: I know NOBODY IS perfect and we all make mistakes, but is it possible for a genuine Christian to sin deliberately?...and you know that you should stop, but you don't? Is that the proof of an unbeliever? Or is it just your flesh and Satan controlling you, since you gave him ground to walk on? I'm confused about this. Does it take some people longer to repent from certain sins after they're saved? Or what about a sin that is started AFTER someone has a salvation experience? What if they don't realize that it's wrong? Does that show that they're walking in darkness? "If we say that we have fellowship with Him, and walk in darkness, we lie and do not practice the truth." (1 John 1:6) I'm just confused. I have all these questions that keep popping up in my head, but I can't think of all of them right now.
If someone has some answers for me, PLEASE tell me. You can email me or leave a comment. I'll post more if I think of some more things.
Goodnight.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
A picture of the hopelessness of sin.
This poem was anonymously written by a heroin addict.
So now, little man...
You have grown tired of grass,
LSD, acid, cocaine, and hash,
And someone pretending
to be a true friend, Said:
"I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin."
Well, honey, before you start
fooling with me,
Just let me inform you
of how it will be.
For I will seduce you
and make you my slave.
I have sent men much stronger
than you to their grave.
You think you could
never become a disgrace
And end up addicted
to poppyseed waste.
So you will start inhaling me
one afternoon.
You'll take me into your arms
very soon.
And once I have entered deep
down in your veins,
The craving will nearly
drive you insane.
You will need lots of money,
as you have been told,
For, darling, I am much more
expensive than gold.
You'll swindle your mother, and
just for a buck,
You'll turn into something
vile and corrupt.
You'll mug and you'll steal
for my narcotic charm,
And feel contentment when
I'm in your arms.
The day when you realize
the monster you've grown,
You will solemnly promise
to leave me alone.
If you think you have got the
mystical knack, Then sweetie,
just try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps,
your gut tied in a knot,
The jangling nerves screaming
for just one more shot.
The hot chills, the cold sweat,
the withdrawal pains,
Can only be saved
by my little white grains.
There is no other way and
there's no need to look,
For deep down inside
you will know you are hooked.
You will desperately run
to the pusher and then,
You will welcome me back
to your arms once again.
And when you return,
just as I foretold,
I know you will give me
your body and soul.
You will give up your morals,
your conscience, your heart,
And you will be mine
...until death do us part.
So now, little man...
You have grown tired of grass,
LSD, acid, cocaine, and hash,
And someone pretending
to be a true friend, Said:
"I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin."
Well, honey, before you start
fooling with me,
Just let me inform you
of how it will be.
For I will seduce you
and make you my slave.
I have sent men much stronger
than you to their grave.
You think you could
never become a disgrace
And end up addicted
to poppyseed waste.
So you will start inhaling me
one afternoon.
You'll take me into your arms
very soon.
And once I have entered deep
down in your veins,
The craving will nearly
drive you insane.
You will need lots of money,
as you have been told,
For, darling, I am much more
expensive than gold.
You'll swindle your mother, and
just for a buck,
You'll turn into something
vile and corrupt.
You'll mug and you'll steal
for my narcotic charm,
And feel contentment when
I'm in your arms.
The day when you realize
the monster you've grown,
You will solemnly promise
to leave me alone.
If you think you have got the
mystical knack, Then sweetie,
just try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps,
your gut tied in a knot,
The jangling nerves screaming
for just one more shot.
The hot chills, the cold sweat,
the withdrawal pains,
Can only be saved
by my little white grains.
There is no other way and
there's no need to look,
For deep down inside
you will know you are hooked.
You will desperately run
to the pusher and then,
You will welcome me back
to your arms once again.
And when you return,
just as I foretold,
I know you will give me
your body and soul.
You will give up your morals,
your conscience, your heart,
And you will be mine
...until death do us part.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Jesus, take the wheel.
An interesting story has developed over the past 4 hours or so. It is now my duty to report it to you.
My dad has been having trouble with his car the past few months. When it first started, he took it to one of my uncles because he fixes cars. My uncle had it for about two months or so. When my dad got it back, it worked for maybe a week, but problems developed once again. So this past Saturday, my uncle took my dad's car to fix it again.
A few hours ago, my aunt called. She said that her step-son had just called her at work and told her that my dad's car had been stolen. After she got off the phone with my mom, she called the police. The police told her that a few minutes before she called them, they found my dad's car...totaled.
Of course, my aunt had to talk to the police. They asked her questions, and told her the condition that they found my dad's car in. Apparently, the people that stole the car were coming off a dirt road, and T-boned a cement truck. The truck driver so shocked at first that he was just sitting there. He snapped out of it, and saw four kids running from the car. He only got a good look at two.
It was such a bad accident that 1) if they would have hit a normal car, they would have killed the people in it; and 2) the police think that the people who were in in my dad's car must be hurt.
They're going to get the truck driver to meet with a sketch artist to draw the people's faces; they're going to test the footprints near the car; they're going to get the fingerprints off the door handles, key, steering wheel, etc.; and they're going to check all the local hospitals tonight.
I'm asking that you pray for the people who did this, and also for my aunt and uncle and their family. I KNOW that God has a plan. It's not a coincidence that my dad's car screwed up again, making it so my uncle had to take it. Thus, the outcome we have at hand. I don't know what God's plan is, but I can see His fingerprints. I may never see the result of this plan, but I know there has to be one. I'm not at all in any state of worry, anxiety, or fear because I know that this will work out. There's no reason for me to feel anything but peaceful. I don't even have to fight of those feelings because they're not present. God has a plan ^_^
By the way, it never snowed. But that's okay ; ] It will come in time.
"Praise the Lord with melodies on the lyre; make music for him on the ten-stringed harp. Sing a new song of praise to him; play skillfully on the harp, and sing with joy." - Psalm 33:2-3
My dad has been having trouble with his car the past few months. When it first started, he took it to one of my uncles because he fixes cars. My uncle had it for about two months or so. When my dad got it back, it worked for maybe a week, but problems developed once again. So this past Saturday, my uncle took my dad's car to fix it again.
A few hours ago, my aunt called. She said that her step-son had just called her at work and told her that my dad's car had been stolen. After she got off the phone with my mom, she called the police. The police told her that a few minutes before she called them, they found my dad's car...totaled.
Of course, my aunt had to talk to the police. They asked her questions, and told her the condition that they found my dad's car in. Apparently, the people that stole the car were coming off a dirt road, and T-boned a cement truck. The truck driver so shocked at first that he was just sitting there. He snapped out of it, and saw four kids running from the car. He only got a good look at two.
It was such a bad accident that 1) if they would have hit a normal car, they would have killed the people in it; and 2) the police think that the people who were in in my dad's car must be hurt.
They're going to get the truck driver to meet with a sketch artist to draw the people's faces; they're going to test the footprints near the car; they're going to get the fingerprints off the door handles, key, steering wheel, etc.; and they're going to check all the local hospitals tonight.
I'm asking that you pray for the people who did this, and also for my aunt and uncle and their family. I KNOW that God has a plan. It's not a coincidence that my dad's car screwed up again, making it so my uncle had to take it. Thus, the outcome we have at hand. I don't know what God's plan is, but I can see His fingerprints. I may never see the result of this plan, but I know there has to be one. I'm not at all in any state of worry, anxiety, or fear because I know that this will work out. There's no reason for me to feel anything but peaceful. I don't even have to fight of those feelings because they're not present. God has a plan ^_^
By the way, it never snowed. But that's okay ; ] It will come in time.
"Praise the Lord with melodies on the lyre; make music for him on the ten-stringed harp. Sing a new song of praise to him; play skillfully on the harp, and sing with joy." - Psalm 33:2-3
Sunday, October 12, 2008
the snow is coming, the snow is coming!
Oh my! It's me! [gasp] :p haha. And now it's her brother. And now it's me again! I am going to be accompanied in my typing by my dear little brother. ; ]
SO. I have not updated this baby in a while...what's new, brah? [brother] i want pie. [me] You always want pie. Or pizza. [brother] yes, yes i do. and you don't? [me] Hmmm...not always. [brother] realllyyyyy???? that's just sad. [me] [snort!] ha! mmhmm. Too bad for you, I guess.
Okay. New things. I suppose that I've been distracted from updating because of school, and also because two weeks ago, we moved into our house. : ] We all like it so far. It's nice ^_^ Everyone has been asking for pictures or a video, and I will get to that. I hope ; ] I have been so busy.
Everyone also likes to know about how our church hunt is going. Well, we've been going to this one church for about a month or so. I didn't really like it at first because they have a small youth group, but the more I've gotten to know the people, the less I care about how big or small the church it. I'm just hoping that if God wants us there, He'll use me and I'll let Him.
So now, as I'm sitting here sipping my hot chocolate - because baby, it's COLD outside - I'm finding myself filled with desire to serve my Savior. I've been waiting for three months, and I feel like I'm becoming very dry. I MISS serving in a church. I miss it so much that I actually started tithing at a church I don't yet belong to. I didn't say that to bring glory to myself in anyway, but just to make a point. It doesn't matter where on this earth you are, you can serve Jesus ANYWHERE. I am still struggling with this concept, as the Besieger of Saints pulls at me, but Jesus will come through. He always has. So if, according to the word of His mouth (which I BELIEVE), He never changes, then shouldn't He come through for me over and over again? I have yet to see the day that He forsakes the righteous (Psalm 37:25). His wonders never cease. That's what we've been learning about every Sunday. It's very encouraging. So keep that slice of hope with you.
I have no more time to type, but please pray for me and my family. Email me if you have mine! If not, leave me a comment! : ] God bless you guys. He's always holding onto you...even if you can't feel it.
"All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort." -2 Corinthians 1:3
SO. I have not updated this baby in a while...what's new, brah? [brother] i want pie. [me] You always want pie. Or pizza. [brother] yes, yes i do. and you don't? [me] Hmmm...not always. [brother] realllyyyyy???? that's just sad. [me] [snort!] ha! mmhmm. Too bad for you, I guess.
Okay. New things. I suppose that I've been distracted from updating because of school, and also because two weeks ago, we moved into our house. : ] We all like it so far. It's nice ^_^ Everyone has been asking for pictures or a video, and I will get to that. I hope ; ] I have been so busy.
Everyone also likes to know about how our church hunt is going. Well, we've been going to this one church for about a month or so. I didn't really like it at first because they have a small youth group, but the more I've gotten to know the people, the less I care about how big or small the church it. I'm just hoping that if God wants us there, He'll use me and I'll let Him.
So now, as I'm sitting here sipping my hot chocolate - because baby, it's COLD outside - I'm finding myself filled with desire to serve my Savior. I've been waiting for three months, and I feel like I'm becoming very dry. I MISS serving in a church. I miss it so much that I actually started tithing at a church I don't yet belong to. I didn't say that to bring glory to myself in anyway, but just to make a point. It doesn't matter where on this earth you are, you can serve Jesus ANYWHERE. I am still struggling with this concept, as the Besieger of Saints pulls at me, but Jesus will come through. He always has. So if, according to the word of His mouth (which I BELIEVE), He never changes, then shouldn't He come through for me over and over again? I have yet to see the day that He forsakes the righteous (Psalm 37:25). His wonders never cease. That's what we've been learning about every Sunday. It's very encouraging. So keep that slice of hope with you.
I have no more time to type, but please pray for me and my family. Email me if you have mine! If not, leave me a comment! : ] God bless you guys. He's always holding onto you...even if you can't feel it.
"All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort." -2 Corinthians 1:3
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