Christian books seem to have a similar theme - - - > Here are some stories compiled with some verses and the insight gathered from my life's experience.
aka - here is how I conquered the sin in my life and you can too!!! (for only 15.99 plus shipping and handling, unless you've earned enough points on your amazon card to get another 15% off.)
Deep.
While I agree that other literature can bring deeper insight and a different perspective I am also a firm believer in knowing the Bible first. The reasoning behind this personal rule is the fact that the Bible is absolutely the true, God breathed foundation for every true believer. On the other hand human wisdom, found in such aforementioned books, can never replace or supplement the complete word of God.
Human conclusions are just that - - - human. As such we should have a filter of truth to equip us as believers to weed out everything that goes against the word of God.
I pray that the Lord will reveal His nature and truth to you through His word this week.
Challenge everything with God's word. ;)
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
...art
Movement, sound, texture, light, color, feelings, emoting.... art
A sense of movement can take you from where you are and place you in the imagination of the artist. Adding in sound as a layer can be the butter-cream frosting to my delectable chocolate cake. Texture is the grating sensation of reality, not necessarily in a bad way.
Light, or the lack of it, can draw you in or repel you like the message you read in a stranger's eye. Resulting feelings, lifetime reelings, inward peelings brings sustenance for our thoughts. Outbound thoughts reap emotions, and emoting reaps consciousness and one can only hope that consciousness reaps change.
...art
Artists open understanding for me. Traveling in foreign countries, eating foreign food and observing the local living art gives me more than a scrapbook full of tourism. Caring for the culture and the individuals of each city requires a time of rest and friendship.
Touring HUGE galleries, quaint churches, giant monasteries on mountain tops and buddist temples with a dwindling attendance of devote old women has only opened the door to my understanding.
Hyun is a great friend. We met on the third floor of a Starbucks when I asked her about the time and for some help with directions. She was an art student at the local university and we quickly made plans for the following day. She took me inside the city with quiet tucked-away coffee shops (hiding from the pounding monsoon outside) while ducking into her favorite nooks and crannys in a bordering city of Seoul.
Even though we lost contact after she moved to Europe I still think of her and the perspective she gave me. Anyone can help a stranger in need but do we ever think of putting our life on pause life to invest the life of someone else?
...art
The pulse of the city and the soon-to-be friends in the center of it all. Hopefully this will give you a bit of inspiration to get out there, grab some java and meet someone new.... or just tour the local gallery.
A sense of movement can take you from where you are and place you in the imagination of the artist. Adding in sound as a layer can be the butter-cream frosting to my delectable chocolate cake. Texture is the grating sensation of reality, not necessarily in a bad way.
Light, or the lack of it, can draw you in or repel you like the message you read in a stranger's eye. Resulting feelings, lifetime reelings, inward peelings brings sustenance for our thoughts. Outbound thoughts reap emotions, and emoting reaps consciousness and one can only hope that consciousness reaps change.
...art
Artists open understanding for me. Traveling in foreign countries, eating foreign food and observing the local living art gives me more than a scrapbook full of tourism. Caring for the culture and the individuals of each city requires a time of rest and friendship.
Touring HUGE galleries, quaint churches, giant monasteries on mountain tops and buddist temples with a dwindling attendance of devote old women has only opened the door to my understanding.
Hyun is a great friend. We met on the third floor of a Starbucks when I asked her about the time and for some help with directions. She was an art student at the local university and we quickly made plans for the following day. She took me inside the city with quiet tucked-away coffee shops (hiding from the pounding monsoon outside) while ducking into her favorite nooks and crannys in a bordering city of Seoul.
Even though we lost contact after she moved to Europe I still think of her and the perspective she gave me. Anyone can help a stranger in need but do we ever think of putting our life on pause life to invest the life of someone else?
...art
The pulse of the city and the soon-to-be friends in the center of it all. Hopefully this will give you a bit of inspiration to get out there, grab some java and meet someone new.... or just tour the local gallery.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Battling the Evil Empre XVIII
In the midst of my struggle against injustice and constant pain - that ever present darkness that feeds on the lives of students from "a certain small college in no-where USA" - I have taken the part of advocate. Advocate for the dying voice of the simple college student trying to survive in the trenches of the communications department!
New communication students enter "the evil empire" much like a puppy enters the vet's office. Not aware that they are in need of the "fix" that awaits them on the other side of the counter.
Innocence is quickly squelched from willing participants. Their trust in leadership's organization and desire for bettering the lives of those under their charge dies a quick and merciless death in the torture chamber belonging to "heir Direktor der Kommunikation."
Uponst entering and giving the expected "Heil Direktor!" salute my comrades and I are herded into the waiting room to await our sentencing. The Direktor summons her favorites first, those known formally as "snake charmers," who are in her especial care. Said needs are petted and fussed over in royal fashion as would any Führer for their disciple.
The rest of the sorry lot are slaughtered. Single file the student comes needing a promise fulfilled, a class to graduate, or simply a word of guidance and is failed by this tax-payer supported regime.
As the rip-tide of increasing tuition costs begins to pull heavily on the already massive deficits caused by the nature of this "program" that is "protecting" the indentured servants of Generation Y inside of this maze or as we call it "the system."
How long will we stand by and watch? How many more lives need to be broken at the base of this precipice under the guise of higher education? Not a one! Says I... for I am that student!
A mildly humorous view on the recent struggles of a student in bowels of Washington State's educational system. I hope you duly enjoyed yourself.....sicko.
New communication students enter "the evil empire" much like a puppy enters the vet's office. Not aware that they are in need of the "fix" that awaits them on the other side of the counter.
Innocence is quickly squelched from willing participants. Their trust in leadership's organization and desire for bettering the lives of those under their charge dies a quick and merciless death in the torture chamber belonging to "heir Direktor der Kommunikation."
Uponst entering and giving the expected "Heil Direktor!" salute my comrades and I are herded into the waiting room to await our sentencing. The Direktor summons her favorites first, those known formally as "snake charmers," who are in her especial care. Said needs are petted and fussed over in royal fashion as would any Führer for their disciple.
The rest of the sorry lot are slaughtered. Single file the student comes needing a promise fulfilled, a class to graduate, or simply a word of guidance and is failed by this tax-payer supported regime.
As the rip-tide of increasing tuition costs begins to pull heavily on the already massive deficits caused by the nature of this "program" that is "protecting" the indentured servants of Generation Y inside of this maze or as we call it "the system."
How long will we stand by and watch? How many more lives need to be broken at the base of this precipice under the guise of higher education? Not a one! Says I... for I am that student!
A mildly humorous view on the recent struggles of a student in bowels of Washington State's educational system. I hope you duly enjoyed yourself.....sicko.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
An Appointment With Lived
To be around those that are inspired, those that truly have passion and live for only one thing is a beautiful thing.
Having watched "Man On Wire" just this past hour was life changing. Not in the sense that it would be something that was an educational experience, it was spiritual.
People don't have passion anymore. Passion is something you like, not something you live for forsaking everything else. Christians have no passion they live in their safe little clubs scattered far and wide. There is no danger... no excitement.
A life of safety is a life not lived. Safety takes away the possibilities to challenge which most times removes the chance to change society in any sort of large and productive way.
Through Phillipe's story I got to peer into a world filled with poetry. A life spent in the pursuit of heaven ---ironically.
Although Phillipe eventually left to love of his youth after reaching his stardom I still clung to what I experienced in the rush of his story. He never told his story you experienced his story.
I will have to purchase that soundtrack. Hopefully it will remind me of how desensitized we have become to the pounding of the world. Hopefully it will inspire me to go past what is normal, past what is expected, past what I want and into what God has for me.
It was as if Phillipe's mad ambition was likened unto our (from our earliest remembrances) being told what we could or could not do. No no! That's dangerous! No no! That'll hurt yourself!
Hopefully by surrounding myself with the stories of those that have lived I too can also live and realize the potential of a life. Life simply is the action of living... and who does that anymore?
Having watched "Man On Wire" just this past hour was life changing. Not in the sense that it would be something that was an educational experience, it was spiritual.
People don't have passion anymore. Passion is something you like, not something you live for forsaking everything else. Christians have no passion they live in their safe little clubs scattered far and wide. There is no danger... no excitement.
A life of safety is a life not lived. Safety takes away the possibilities to challenge which most times removes the chance to change society in any sort of large and productive way.
Through Phillipe's story I got to peer into a world filled with poetry. A life spent in the pursuit of heaven ---ironically.
Although Phillipe eventually left to love of his youth after reaching his stardom I still clung to what I experienced in the rush of his story. He never told his story you experienced his story.
I will have to purchase that soundtrack. Hopefully it will remind me of how desensitized we have become to the pounding of the world. Hopefully it will inspire me to go past what is normal, past what is expected, past what I want and into what God has for me.
It was as if Phillipe's mad ambition was likened unto our (from our earliest remembrances) being told what we could or could not do. No no! That's dangerous! No no! That'll hurt yourself!
Hopefully by surrounding myself with the stories of those that have lived I too can also live and realize the potential of a life. Life simply is the action of living... and who does that anymore?
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
...Change...
Life change.
Usually I welcome change ---both in my pocket and my life. It's that fresh page or that recent challenge that makes the day important and significant to me. How can I continue positive change? How can I continually grow, learn and thrive where I'm planted?
This is why mornings are especially perfect in my eyes. The possibilities for anything and/or everything to go totally right... then again sometimes they go decidedly in the opposite direction. How can I combat the ensuing feeling of bleh?
Sometimes all it takes is a few rounds of me romping around to feel-good tunes. Other times... I need a community. I feel like the "village" that is supposedly necessary in raising offspring can also play a large role in the later years of that individual. All that and a 12 oz. americano, the latest and surprisingly greatest in caffeine intake.
Hmmm...
But anyways, this change I spoke of is definitely redefining my relationship with my former boyfriend. DEFINITELY.
Why the enunciation? Why the fear of change? Why the sudden onslaught of anti-I-am-woman-hear-me-roar-ness?
Well.... For one the relationship lasted two and a half years and for two it was my first. There was just a need for refocusing in our lives. Others had never been our priority. WE was the priority. Our selfishness was made more and more evident until it was no longer just in the background. The spotlight was on and God was no-where in sight. He was always THERE of course, but we had never made Him the center of our lives.
Change. Refocusing. Learning to love like our Creator does. Jesus was all about love. God = Love.
That's all. I am definitely still working through this and relearning how to chat it up with you folks. A few months off and I'm kinda... technologically obese. Hence the hamster on the wheel... he's not working for nothing! He's got purpose in his incessant running!
I am that hamster.
Peace peeps!
Usually I welcome change ---both in my pocket and my life. It's that fresh page or that recent challenge that makes the day important and significant to me. How can I continue positive change? How can I continually grow, learn and thrive where I'm planted?
This is why mornings are especially perfect in my eyes. The possibilities for anything and/or everything to go totally right... then again sometimes they go decidedly in the opposite direction. How can I combat the ensuing feeling of bleh?
Sometimes all it takes is a few rounds of me romping around to feel-good tunes. Other times... I need a community. I feel like the "village" that is supposedly necessary in raising offspring can also play a large role in the later years of that individual. All that and a 12 oz. americano, the latest and surprisingly greatest in caffeine intake.
Hmmm...
But anyways, this change I spoke of is definitely redefining my relationship with my former boyfriend. DEFINITELY.
Why the enunciation? Why the fear of change? Why the sudden onslaught of anti-I-am-woman-hear-me-roar-ness?
Well.... For one the relationship lasted two and a half years and for two it was my first. There was just a need for refocusing in our lives. Others had never been our priority. WE was the priority. Our selfishness was made more and more evident until it was no longer just in the background. The spotlight was on and God was no-where in sight. He was always THERE of course, but we had never made Him the center of our lives.
Change. Refocusing. Learning to love like our Creator does. Jesus was all about love. God = Love.
That's all. I am definitely still working through this and relearning how to chat it up with you folks. A few months off and I'm kinda... technologically obese. Hence the hamster on the wheel... he's not working for nothing! He's got purpose in his incessant running!
I am that hamster.
Peace peeps!
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