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It seems that in Christian culture there are more doctrines than denominations, and the denominations outweigh the people to fill them.
This is troubling to me.
Who is right? Who is mistaking  honest obedience with blatant sin?
“Whos cheatin who? Whos staying true? Who dont even care any more?”

My Sister is 15, and though we both have an intimate relationship with our mother, we both view her very differently.
My sister is characterized by this: She gets caught up with the petty dramas of this world, she’s often cold and not relational, she finds confidence and self worth in her peers, and she’s more concerned about whats cool than whats right, she loves to argue, detached in revealing her thoughts and feelings.
I, on the other hand: am extremely relational, my love language is tough, I seek after righteousness, get in trouble very little, i need to know that my parents are proud of me, i share my thought processes and seek guidance, ect.

I see my mother as more of a companion, while my sister sees her as more of the care giver, and disciplinary.
That is simply because we are at different stages in life. If we were both asked to  describe the same woman, we would describe her very differently. Would all the things be true? Yes
While my sister may say she is very strict. I would argue that she is lenient. Both of these are true.

So what about God? God is a God of complete sovereignty as we orchestrates the story of humanity for His glory and pleasure. God also allows us to have responsibility, to either fulfill or deny.
I fully believe that these juxtaposed ideas can coexsist. Like parallel lines that go on together, and never meet a point of conclusion- Gods power, and Gods allowance cannot satisfy one another, but are both vital to the Christian beliefs.
I believe that though many doctrines do not compliment one another in emphasis, they do depict a small aspect of Gods vast and round character.

We earth dwellers will never witness the other side of the moon as long as we live on the earth, but we cant agrue that it doesnt exsist. You may never witness an aspect of God, but you cannot argue that it doesn’t exist.
I myself feel that i have only acutely witnessed the wrath of God, if at all. But God is a God of wrath.
Those who don’t believe in God, have never excepted Gods kindness. But God is a God of great Kindness in love.

Doctrine is necessary. But not essential. The blood of Christ is essential.
So speak truth in love. Let iron sharpen iron. Allow your concept of God widen as the spirit reveals truth and Gods word confirms it. Know God.
But above everything else- trust in the redemptive work that took place on the cross, because beyond that, all doctrines fail.

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Like Berma

Write a short story in first person, only using the word “I” or “me” twice.        

 

              Park bench Tuesdays. After you survivie the Mondays, the reward of park bench Tuesdays always came. I started when I was waiting for a bus and completely missed it by being distractedand so fascinated by the surrounding world, it soon became a habit just to come and sit, more than that, it was therapy. Today an new drama played out along the plot of land, blooming with spring.
                     
In the distance was the playground. A child was throwing gravel at a girl in blonde pig-tails while their mothers, wraped up in their chat about their husbands frivolous behavior, carried on unnoticing. And then Berma came. Her wide hips dawdled down the concrete path as she pushing a grocery cart full of samples of the greatest things New York had to offer: bird seed:  a twisted umbrella, a coat jaded in the sunshine, a bundle of expired coupons, a vibrant flyer from the latest broadway show.  Her hair might have been long if it was combed, but instead created a crowning birds nest abover and around her head which was smashed down by a floppy hat. Because it was spring the woolen hat dissapered into a floppy hat: bright red, which she now took much pride in, reaching up to run her fingers along the rim, just to see if it was there. And Berma moved along, going nowhere and looking ahead. Despite  the web of wrinkles from sun and age her face was smooth and unworried.
          What would it be like to be her? To move through life, not looking back and unconcerned about what’s ahead. To roll with the punches among the rolling green hills of Central Park. Was it because she had nothing to look forward to? Nothing to fear? What was she living for? And Death?
         I found myself placing all the questions that pledged me for the last year upon her again. Cancer makes people ask all kinds of questions.  Did she have a hope?  
            
Then something happened that didnt follow the expected routine. Berma stopped, and then turned around. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked down toward me. The muscles in her face strained and contracted in a way that was pecilur for her. Could she read thoughts? With one hand she grabbed the cart and began to walk toward the bench. Closer and Closer, quizzically. She made it to the bench, she stopped, almost crossing the line of vacancy left on the bench, and she slowly reached down to retrieve a dime. She stared at it, blew on it, dusted it off, and tucked it somewhere among ther tattered clothes. A bemused smile ran across her face. She was pleased. And then again she did something that she had yet to do. She sat down in the space left on the bench. Her breathing was deep and long, like the breaths that keep old ships assail, but not the sighs of a heavy heart. Other than that she was motionless. It was difficult to stare polietly at the ground or the trees, but what did it matter? Her normal stone smooth expression draped over her face. She was peaceful. Turning to make eye contact for just longer than a moment, a mutual gaze was formed if she had to say that she had nothing to say. Then she was on her way, dawdling on.
            Out side the wall of trees and the verdant curtain was a hectic world.  Wall street in rants with men waving paper like flags of a country at war, hot dog venders screaming, cars wizzing, screeching, honking, everyone with somewhere to go, faces tence, watches checked, feet race. Sally sleeping on the floor of an apartment with an empty cupboard  with anxious dreams of her big break, while the Broadway star sucks deeper on a cigarette and contemplates why he’s alive, church bells ring above painted windows, and somewhere there is nuns on rollerskates, but they never come to the park.
           Central park became an escape. A chance to be what the world rejected; a chance to be like Berma.

hope.

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Life is but threshold
Death is but a door
Concealing the greatest awakening
The quench for something more.
Yet every tongue in every land,
Sounds their battle cry.
Through the tears that sting their eyes,
We say “There must be more to life!”
But the eyes companion to frustration,
Are blinded from the truth.
When the whole earth is filled with Glory,
Creation points to you.
Within our hearts is your law
Engraved is “eternity”
Before our feet is your throne
The cross that sets us free.
Yet we wander and scour the earth
For meaning, purpose, and truth
Never turning to what’s in front of us
We’ve turned our hearts from you.
“Oh my God” is no longer the gate of salvation
But a term of putrid vanity
And science has become the study
Of new age theology.
Relativism has become truth,
As it applies to the flesh of man.
Choice is what determines our life,
And what kills our fellow man.
Oh wretched sinners!
How we lost our way.
How evil are even the ones
Who dare to bare your name.
And we who have been made with Christ
Still have turned away from you
Have defiled your holy temple,
The body bought by you.
We who claim to be vessels of Christ
Carry our Christ to bed
With those who have defiled our souls
Who’s steps will lead to death.
And the mouths that join together
To sing praises to your name
Leave the building we’ve labeled “the church”
And quickly utter what’s profane.
Because life has been made a journey of taste
Lead by whimsical cravings of tongue.
Christ is only to be followed
When he gives you what you want.
Away with rules and restrictions
Give us instant gratification.
Away with what guides and protects
Our desolate souls cry for damnation.

THE GREAT I AM! THE GREAT I AM!
THE GREAT I AM! THE KING!
If you who are chosen hold your tongue
The rocks of the earth will sing.
Oh God have your way with us!
We have not chosen you!
My God have your way with those you love
We need to love you too.
The wrath that your grace has withheld
Soon will be set free
For you, Oh God, are Righteous and Just
You alone are King.
Do with us as you will
To turn our hearts back to you.
May your Glory be fulfilled
In what is your plan to do.
Tear down the idols that defile your name
Tear down what man has made.
My soul is grieved with longing
I stand lonesome and unashamed
For the world to know the Glory
The Glory in your name.
Let those who bear a witness
Gather together to call on you
Let those who truly seek your face
Be ambassadors of the truth.
May we join in numbers,
May we speak the truth
Singing a jubilant song
Sharing the joy we find in you.
Let us be persecuted in your name
For gospel sake
Let us face trials of many kinds
To bring your Glory Fame
Let the blood that was shed on the cross
Incarnadine the earth,
Come what may let us see
A revival a rebirth!

You alone are God
For you alone are God.
One day every knee will bow
For you alone, Our God.

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I wrote this about a year ago to my sister, and recently read it again. My past convictions continue to convict me now as I persue Christ. May it bless you also:

Jul 3, 2007 8:02 AM

To my beloved sister,

I know we have our squabbles, but you are growing by leaps and bounds into a Godly young woman everyday, I am truly blessed to have you as my sister. So I wanted to pass on to you some things I’ve learned, so you don’t have to make the same mistakes I and other young girls have made. I know some of the things I will say don’t affect you much now, but just as multiplication is built upon addition, your future depends on who you are today.
It’s so hard to be a young Christian woman in our culture today. God wants us to live “in” the world, but he doesn’t want us to be “of” the world. Yet our society has dictated that in order to live a joyous youth, you must date, and discover what it means to be young and in love while you are still in your “prime.” This is a lie. Christian girls have come to believe that they should still perform our cultures worldly traditions, but do so in a Godly way. They are led to believe the idea of dating as a necessary part of growth, and try to make their relationships “religious”. But there is no Godly way doing things the world’s way. Yet so many people think that if you can fight the fight and win the struggle by scorching your passion before the flame consumes you and manage to keep virginity, while managing to involve yourself with every male suitor that comes your way, you are successful. This will only leave your heart in torment, stretched out in every direction. And nothing is lonelier than being used and abandoned.
If I were to propose the idea to you of arranged marriage, you would probably look at me like I’m crazy, like I’m suggesting to send you to the stocks. Of course I’m not, but think of it this way: I personally would much rather be given to one man, to learn about him intimately, and fall in love with him deeply, with out being self conscience, without having guilt for giving my self away to other men, or being paranoid of yet another heart break. When all those negative things are out of the picture, I would be able to look at the relationship with excitement and joy and pleasure. I would be able to have delight in him, and he with me, with no emotional baggage. While on the other hand, if I decided to search to find a man myself, I would quickly learn who is wrong for me, and I would learn it the hard way. My heart will be tested, teased, stretched, manipulated and even broken, until I found the right one to give it to. And when I finally find that man to give my heart to, I would be embarrassed to give it to him in the condition that would be in. But Gods way is so much better than both of these. Breanna, God wants you to spend your “prime” falling madly in love with him. He wants you to give your heart to him, so that it can be whole and complete, and he wants to fill it with so much satisfaction, that you live life abundantly. Someday he will send you someone, your prince charming, and it will be as if God was saying “Because I love you so much, I’m going to give you someone for you to share my love with on earth.” That way, everything you do can be an act of worship. You think that love is grand? Heaven is far more than we could ever imagine. The love you’ll share on earth will just be a taste. But until that prince charming comes, be a sleeping beauty.
You know just as a fat kid has to retrain their taste buds before they crave healthy food, I’ve had to retrain my taste buds to boys. I fell into the trap of believing that relationships are exciting and enthralling, and a good way to learn about myself and have a good time. But I’ve found that nothing has distracted me more from my relationship with God than a relationship with a guy. God never fails me, but guys have. So every day I’ve had to surrender guys back to god. I’ve surrendered my thoughts, whether it be “oh, he’s so cute” or “maybe I’ll find a guy here or there.” I’ve to surrender the desire for affection that will never run deep. I’ve had to surrender my want to be held after a hard day. I’ve to surrender dressing up to impress a guy. And let me tell you. IT WAS HARD and IT TOOK TIME. But I’ve seen since I’ve been at done that God has delivered me from trying to find satisfaction in guys, to finding satisfaction in him. I can’t tell you how free I feel. You never realize how trapped you are until your released. I am so happy, and I can just focus on my relationship with God with a clear mind. I know what its like to have your mind cluttered with “I wonder what he’s thinking” and so on and so forth. Satan comes to steal kill and destroy, whispering lies in my ears that I need a relationship on earth for fulfillment. But Christ came to give life and life abundantly, and as far as I’m concerned, I’m not missing out on anything when I’m full of Christ love.
I know that you’re coming to a time in your life where the babes are lookin’ pretty tasty! Lol. And I can’t tell you that you shouldn’t date, though I wish I never had. But I want to challenge you. If you could, for the rest of the summer, focus on God. And every time you think about boys, surrender it to him. This summer, let it be a boy-worry -free summer. Retrain the way you think, the bible says to set your mind on things above. It will be hard, but I promise, you will start out school with a good head on your shoulders, and God will teach you so many things. You’re a leader Breanna. People are going to want to be like you, no matter what you do, so wouldn’t it be better if you were like Jesus?
If you want, we can read the bible together. I’m reading one chapter of John a day. Today was my second day, but I’m already struggling not to read ahead. The cool thing is is that there are 21 chapters, and there are 21 days to make or break a habit. You should do it with me, it doesn’t take more than five minutes, and if we do this, we can start reading Romans.
Well I have to go. Im late for work, But I am saving you water bottles for cheerleading! =)

Your Sister…

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Search me oh God
Know my heart
See if there is any way in me that pulls me astray
For I am bound to your mercy
I am fettered to your love
Create in me a pure heart
A heart that delights in you only
I have chosen the path of righteousness
Do not let me go astray
I tred the path that is narrow
Keep my feet from going weary
Should I turn away now?
Should I deny the grace that has brought me thus far?
No!
Such a thought is purtide to my mind.
A bad taste to my mouth.
All the more I cling to you
I hold fast to my King
As a child not yet weaned from his mother.
Hold onto me as I hold on to you.
I have come accustomed to your ways.
your will is my delight.
your law my couselors.
Defend me from evil
For i am defensless.
Safegaurd me from tempations
For I am weak.
With out you
There is no hope
there is no life
there is no joy.
No everlasting peace
With out you there is nothing,
Because All was created by you
Through you
for you.
I am your creatiion.
May the life this body creates
Be submissive to your will.
May the work my hands toil
bring glory to your name.
May the words my lips utter
And the thoughts my mind ponder
Be centered on Christ, on you, on my messiah.
I am your creation.
Made by you
Made through you
Made for you.
May every fiber of my being sing your praises.
let me reverberate with a rejoicing refrain of your glory
May I repent daily.
May i fall on my knees and give you the worship that is due.
May everyday be a new way
To fall more in love with you.
Hold onto me as I hold onto you.
This world is to hard
Satan is to hard
My flesh is to hard
Temptation to hard
All is to hard with out your grace.
Praise be to you
May I give you glory
Humble me
May I exalt you
With all of my praise
With all of my heart
With all of my life
With all that i am.
May i exalt your name.
My King
My savior
My wonderful friend.

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Hey Everyone.

I want your imput on this.
Who is Jesus Christ to you?

Its both a simple and hard question to answer. But its crucial.

John 14:6
“… “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.  If you had known me, you would have known my Father also…”

This verse makes it clear that in order to know the father, you must know the son. The son is the only way to get to the father.  If Jesus Christ is the only path to salvation, we must clearly know who he is.

Matthew 16:15-16

 “Who do people say the Son of Man is?”
They replied, “Some say John the Baptist; others say Elijah; and still others, Jeremiah or one of the prophets.”
“But what about you?” he asked. “Who do you say I am?”
Simon Peter answered, “You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.”

Mormons believe that Jesus was a man who became god. Muslims believe that Jesus was a prophet. Countless others believe that he was only a good man.

Here is the question again:
Who do you say that he is?

“If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.”

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I love Austin. My friends and I took a road trip down there this weekend for my birthday. It was wonderful. I love the sense of family and community they have, and the emphasis on social involvement. I also loved that in the morning I was able to jog down to Starbucks. God is good! 
      Austin is a potpourri of miscellaneous ideas, beliefs and convictions, and the closer you come to the capital, the more these beliefs stimulate activists. The church of scientology was conducting a free IQ test (yes free… I was also shocked) and handing out pamphlets. An array of political slogans decorated t-shirts and car windows, ranging from “Obama 08” and “Vote Hilary- Because Women Should Be On Top!” to “Down With The Government!-Save our children from Iraq.” I didn’t see much on the conservative beliefs other than “Conserve Water” and “Go green!” On the back steps of the capital building there was a group of angry teenage girls rallying to a  handful of people, “We’re Queer and We’re here!” as they went on to tell there sad stories of ill treatment. I was very tempted to reply “I’m Straight and it’s Great!”… but yea for self control and the fear of being beaten.
       Being nurtured in the buckle of the Bible belt, this was a thrilling experience for me. It always is because God has given me a heart for the lost and the very confused. So when we stopped for lunch in a small restaurant, I was neither disappointed nor surprised to find that the fryer of my meal was stoned and the cashier was gay. God bless Texas. As I ordered a grilled chicken pita (very delicious) and some gift cards for the homeless people on the streets, I was able to strike up a conversation with the cashier leading to the my first witnessing pin point phrase:
“What do you believe?”
The cashier’s eyes grew wide with disbelief and he jumped over the counter hurling accusations that I was forcing my religion on him- false. That didn’t happen. In fact he was quite a large man and I don’t think he would be able to roll over the counter, much less jump. He gave the typical response- he was more than happy to share is ideas on religion and theology and about how everyone should find the best way for them.
I think I would have been more pleased if he had jumped over the counter. If what they say is true and there is a first time for everything-I’m going to keep talking about Jesus until it happens.

But this leads me to say- if you are a Christian who is afraid to share your beliefs, your missing out on some very interesting conversations.  All you have to do is ask someone what they believe and reason truth- it’s not your job to save them so there is no pressure. But you can open the door for God to use you and submit yourself to being a fisher of men. Just don’t stand on benches screaming “Turn or Burn you evil doers!” or harass people in the malls. You will save a lot of people… from having a pleasant day.

So anyway- The cashier asked me if I had read the Divinci Code. I haven’t, but I was able to draw out on my receipt how the table for Passover was set up Jewish culture and how it contradicted the artistic license that Davinci took in his depiction of the last supper. We talked for a moment on that which lead me to my second key question.
“Who do you think Jesus was?”
“He was a great man,” the cashier explained that it was because he led people to lead good lives.
“I have to disagree.” I began.
If your right, and Jesus was a man… he was possibly the worst man who ever lived.”
<Dramatic pause for a eye widening and thought sinking.>
“If Jesus Christ was a man, he was a lying, deceiving manipulator whose false influence still lives on today. He taught that he was the son of God, he taught that the road to salvation was narrow and that he was the only way to heaven. 
“I am the way the truth and the light no one comes to the father except through me.”

 
You could tell that this was a hard thought for him. He didn’t want to believe that Christ was God, he wanted to believe that he was a good man…

but there is no possible way that Jesus was a good man.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“In fact,” I went on I would even say that Christ was worse than Hitler.” This statement peaked interest. Hitler= a hot topic.

You see, Hitler and Jesus are the two most famous historical figures that ever lived. Yet no one seems to be able to make a connection between who they see as love-and-peace, sandal wearing hippie and this evil man of destruction. But they were both wonderful and powerful speakers. Only one spoke life into people, while the other one spoke death.

Me and Mr. Cashier talked about Hitler for a while, and I drew up this connection:
People followed Hitler because they believed that they could deliver them from a depression 3 times greater than the Great Depression of America, and they believed that he would raise up a great army… and he did. They blindly followed him and caused many people to die innocent deaths.
People followed Christ because they believed that he would deliver them from the control of the Roman empire, they believed that he would raise up a great army… but He didn’t. He died on the Cross as a failure to his expectations. But those who realized his true purpose were willing to die innocent deaths to defend it.
In the Laws of History, people follows masters and conquers. But Jesus Christ was an broke all the rules He was a servent and humble. But what He alone did was greater and more powerful than an army of men that number the stars in the sky, he sacrificed his life, overcame death, so others could live.

Jesus couldn’t be a man, because no one would follow him because in the realm of humanity, he was a failure. Jesus has to God, because he did what no man could ever do: gave up himself in death for an everlasting Victory.
Are you under the blood? 

If anything the cashier was more intrigued and more confused about this Jesus who broke the laws of humanity. About that time my pita was ready to be devoured, and he thanked me for my history lesson.
I thanked him for listening and said my last Key phrase.

“I pray that you search for the truth and that you find the truth.”
“Ive already found what works for me”
“I didnt say “what works” I said “truth.””

The pita was delicious… but they put way to much olive oil.

I probably shouldn’t do this… This post is much to long for people to take the time to read. But if there are some one out there who has taken the time…
What do you think? (About anything written) 
Could Jesus be just a man? Why/Why not?
Give me a history reference if you’d like.
How do you witness to people in a world of relativism that’s absent of absolute truth?

My stats are huge but my comments are small. Little help here.

-Kay

 

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