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.
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
There is a landfill. it sits across town, maybe even across state, from where you live. every evening, you put the trash out and someone brings it there. and then, there's a furnace. they're not the same.
no difference with our sins. sometimes, we push our sins around, from one compartment in our hearts to another. and we dig deep holes so we can bury it and keep it far from sunlight. and we think that's a good way to deal with sin. just like how we think landfills is a good way to deal with our trash.
but we can bring our sins, like our daily waste, to a furnace, where it can be burnt up. we can light a match and watch it go up in smoke. scientifically, furnaces generate heat and heat is an energy source. so burning up your daily trash is one way to renew energy source. unlike a landfill, it's not just a spacehog. it's actually good for something. and so is bringing your sins to get burnt up.
so the question for myself - and all of us, i guess - is this: have we been moving our private trash from one place in our lives to another, digging holes to cover it up and dressing it so no one notices? maybe it's time we went to the giant furnace on which Jesus hung, and emptied our trashcans at his feet. after all, did he not become trash so that we didn't have to keep it all inside?
Labels: christianity, stuff
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