Youngest kid of six with an inferiority and black sheep complex, but determined that God saves not just his soul to heaven but the remainder of his manic-depressive life, so others won't say he became a Christian and remained a jerk.
i won't be transparent before i'm opaque. and you'll get to know me starting from the small things: who my favourite bands are. what kind of movies i like. who are my heroes.
I’m convinced that when confronted with sincere, real love, the Jesus factor will become obvious. But let’s not plant the cross before we carry it. I’m not trying to con you.
Some dreams are meant to be achieved. I know that. But maybe other dreams are meant to drive us, privately. Never known to anyone but ourselves.
It is a sadness that, when choosing between crying and sighing, will choose sighing. I'd almost say that melancholy is being sad about sadness itself.
On memory and nostalgia
It saddens me when life moves forward and people decide that certain things are worth forgetting.
I've learnt that the word irregardless is filed as a non-standard word in the English language. That's a lexicographer's way of saying it's not a real word.
Crowds are fickle things. So when we stand in the thousands and cry against the present government, do we know who we're actually crying for?
People always want the best for themselves. But I want to sometimes take second or third or fourth best, just so that the loser down the road doesn't always have to come in last. It must feel like shit to always come in last.
On growing old
Leasehold property make me feel sad. It doesn't matter how old the family photos are that you put on your wall. It's your family but it's not really your wall.
I ask you, if God loves everyone, and if God is also incapable of loving evil, how can there be such a thing as an evil man?
On a daily basis
One line quips, like this.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
BIBLE IN A YEAR: PATRIARCHS
The more i read the patriarchs, the more messed up they seem. it's true. and a part of me is quite pissed off that the heroes of my faith were all so disfunctional. i mean, think about it. abraham went from town to town telling everyone that his wife was his sister. he even got caught out by two kings! he then agrees when his wife sets him up for a one night stand with her maid. great job for a guy whose greatest contribution to the faith was having the balls to kill his own son. and what happens to that son when he grows up? isaac, great patriarch isaac, went and also told other kings that his wife was his sister, and then got caught making out with her in the yard. what's wrong with these people?? i don't geddit!! and we're just getting started, mind you. isaac's greatest contribution to the faith was probably handing out only the most collosally amazing blessing... to the wrong son! and the son who got that blessing? jacob, oh great father jacob. not enough that he conned his brother into selling him his birthright at his moment of weakness, he had to con his brother again by stealing his blessing (complete with fake hairy arms and a costume change) and later in life he would also systematically con his father in law of all his flocks. somewhere between all this shenanigans, great jacob manages to sire twelve sons and one daughter by sleeping with two wives and their respective maids as the two leading ladies jostle for children they can drag and drop into their folders. someone tell me. why are they all so twisted? i've read genesis about a gazillion times now but seriously, i've never felt the full power of three generations of unadulterated disfunction prior to this. the patriarchs are just out of this world. i've got no proper vocabulary to describe them further.
Labels: bible, christianity
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