I could never satisfy you with a good post. I can't even satisfy myself

Deep, way down in the pit of my inner man,
The air is rather dry and barren is the land,
Emptiness has overtaken with its strangling vines,
Stealing sun and water from this heart of mine,
Allies have abandoned and enemies pursue,
To lay waste to what is left then sow seeds untrue,

But that sickness of my heart, poisoning all I know,
Beating me like a wave, smashing to and fro
Hurts, though I know its falsehood. I pray it's gone soon enough
My weakness is so great, its beating has been rough

Oh my insides cry past words, groans so grievous no ear dare hear,
My spirit moans in exile, upon my heart the wounds doth sear.
So dry no tears will fall, for the famine has stolen all,
Hope is here, though faith is small, to the Lord I address my call,
Distress, help, Lord Jesus, come. Have mercy on Your servant.

Relieve me of my suffering which I often cause,
I'm fool to every think to break Your Good and Righteous Laws.
I hate my sin which makes me feel the traitor-traits I bear with skill,
I hate that I dishonorably act, defiant to Your perfect will.

Forgive me God, restore me I pray,
Renew my life this very day.
I've done great and horrid things, bearing all along Your name I always bring.
I've spilt more blood with wrongs I have not stopped,
And all I need is one single drop.
But instead you gave all you had,
Upon a cross, in a tomb, alive again.

I've been so wicked a creature,
Iniquity my foremost feature,
Save me Jesus Christ and set me right in Your way.

to Whom is your allegiance?

Are you a pro-lifer? Do you believe in the sanctity of human life?


wait....


Are you in favor of the death penalty? Don't you believe in the sanctity of human life?


wait....


Can there be righteous wars? Don't you believe in the sanctity of human life?


wait...


Did Jesus ever kill anyone? Was that his mission?


Is it our mission to follow Jesus' example? Should our decisions mimic his own?



Are we to bring life, take life, both, or neither? Which do we practice?

A letter to myself

You hate to read:

How conceited I am when I say "I am strong"

How false my humility is or how pathetic I am when I say "I am weak"

How depressing I am to talk with when I say "life is horrible"

How fake I am when I say "life is grand"

What you already know when I say "Jesus is Lord and He understands what you do not"


Don't worry about me though

(no name)

Death hath seen no foe,
So Great as He,
So Magnificent as any foe could be,
Towers tall, and fords awide,
From His gaze no foe may hide,
Death is like to flee from a foe like He,
For none can withstand His sovereignty,
None can contain His power, his might,
Darkness existeth not in His radiant light.
Fear not you little ones, no match for Death,
For He can save you with His glorious Breath,
The Spirit He gives, none can tame,
But in His people, He will remain contained.
Death now fears the power within,
Lay down your pride and serve under Him.
Then, and only then will He lift you high,
When you realize that He is Who gave you life,
And His righteousness is just as well,
And can banish all foes of His to Hell,
A grace he gave when he created what evil's future found,
That in creating the eternal prison, He ensured its bound.

And so Death is vanquished,
Destroyed by the Son,
All that was made languish,
Hath been undone.

Heat

Middle of the game, swinging axes at the bane,
Siege hammer lifted, the weight is popping my veins,
Trying to stay sane while other players are calling me names,
Showing who's the boss as my guild is laying claim,
That's how we demonstrate the shame,
No need to talk when your skills are made plain,
When no one else can tame,
The disaster that you've packaged
For the player to be slain....


-Gamer...respect the title

:)

After 2+hours of straight shoveling with some added ice-scraping and salting, I became tired. I was also becoming a little bit irritable. Then, on that cloudy, dreary Sunday afternoon, the sun pierced through the gray darkness. My countenance changed, almost as if my anger and bitterness and overall frustration started melting off of my soul. I had a beautiful moment with God.

Crazy is...(Part 3)

Desiring to be noticed isn't so bad...is it?


My last post...it seems a little too pointed toward the selfishness of suicide...

I got a call this morning from a friend....a good friend of his just committed suicide.

That changes things it seems...at least how it needs to be written out...



Some believe that suicide is unforgivable...an automatic ticket to Hell...and that raises a lot of questions, doesn't it?

Crazy is (Part 2)

People will do anything to get noticed...



Sometimes they'll kill...

and

Sometimes they'll kill themselves.





We need God badly.

Crazy is

People will do anything to get noticed. They'll make funny signs and stand on the sidewalk. They'll run by camera crews when news stories are being shot. They'll write books...blogs. People will do anything to get noticed...because they feel invisible.


Why do people feel like their lives go unnoticed?


We live in country, a culture where everything...all information is fed to us through papers, televisions, radios, and the internet. It used to be that everything important was broadcast, was published...but as the "free market" gained steam...well...everything became important to someone, someone with enough money to say that it was important to them, and therefore it ought to be important for everyone.


So people started broadcasting what sold...and a lot sold....a lot still sells...


In fact, so much sells that it seems as if it almost causes more to sell. We call this competition...


Don't worry, this isn't bad economics, this isn't the idea that supply creates demand.........

It's the idea, that profit is available and so suppliers jump into the market. But this is different in that the profit in this case isn't money...it's the intangible fulfillment one seeks their entire life.


Thus, someone sees someone else getting recognized...feeling important, worthwhile, like they matter....purposeful. And they want that too. Then they try to get "noticed," because they feel like they're missing out.


Back to the question...Why do people feel like their lives go unnoticed? Because they notice other people's lives...and they aren't their own.




Is this an unsolvable problem?