I hate being pulled in several different directions. hate. it. I hate not being able to take advantage of emotional energy to solve problems and overcome challenges and accomplish tasks because I don’t know which challenges, which problems and which tasks to do first. I hate the fact that I usually do know which ones to do first, but don’t want to do them because, though they have highest priority, they do not hold the most value to me. I can’t move, can’t accomplish, can’t resolve this problem.
Just thought you might like to know. :)
I forgot all about it, but yesterday was my 21st spiritual birthday, and incidently, my older brothers as well. I was 6.5 years old when I found salvation. I would write more, but this would go on for pages. :)
The Key to Urban Renewal isn’t in Cool its in the boring middle class. How true.
Farther Steps explains why paedocommunion is heresy. I’ll give you a hint, it has to do with drawing a distinction between the new and old covenants.
Oh Autumn, sweet mistress of the rain
I feel thy gentle touch upon my face
The delicate brush of wind,
A lightly scented perfume
On the fog that lies like a blanket on the trees
Oh Autumn, bittersweet is thy name
Bearing love I cannot satiate
The promise of comfort within
A golden arbor in a wooded glen
Dark and rich with color in its olden age
Oh Autumn, give to me thy rest
as the setting sun falls below the earth
I seek the solace of a quiet winter
The warmth of a genial fire
And the blessed comfort of the ones I love
I’m not very good at introductions. I beg of you to bear with me and read on long enough to catch my meaning. What I’m writing here is important to me, because it reflects an internal struggle I face. I hate laziness (though not enough apparently to slap him in the face).
Laziness, by virtue of the fact that it hinders your ability to accomplish anything of value, creates a problem that encourages you to continue to be lazy. Laziness is self perpetuating and feeds on you much like an addiction. Laziness robs you of the joy and satisfaction you normally need to sustain yourself through times of want and desire. It robs you of your ability to be content, because it creates a state of desolation in your soul.
Here is the cycle. You submit to temptation to put off work, to instead pursue a transient pleasure (sleep, leisure, etc..). Later, you reflect upon your life and realize that you have nothing substantial to show for it. This realization causes depression. The depression drives you to seek entertainment or some pleasure to compensate. Often this drive for compensation happens at the cost of fulfilling responsibilities (laziness), and the cycle repeats.
When laziness is combined with addiction, at the point where a person is tempted to use his or her addiction, the thought intrudes upon the mind that to do without the stimulation is too hard because there is nothing else. This is the great lie, that the stimulation (as bad as it is) is better than nothing at all. Laziness feeds the lie that there is nothing at all by robbing you of physical proof that there is something else worth foregoing the stimulation for.
This is why some people never break free, even though they are aware of the lie and of all the consequences, and know all the strategies for combating addiction. It is because, when it comes down to the moment where they are faced with the decision to abstain to indulge, they have nothing that means anything to them worth saving, and they never will, because they are too lazy build it.
I found myself hurtling, rushing through air
no ropes, no safety net
I was falling, a heady rush of oxygen
with no impact, and no pain
I found myself doubting, walking on water
no floaties, no life preserver
I was standing, staring deep into love
without sinking, and no fear
I found myself walking, surrounded by life
no certainties, no sure answers
I was living, trusting the words spoken
without failing, and no doubt
Note: Inspired by Aelki’s We serve a Wild and Unfettered God.
Farther Steps talks about Profaning Mammon. Taken from a quote by R. Kent Hughes in Set Apart, 33, he notes that to profane mammon is to give it away, and that giving it away to God is the ultimate way to profane mammon. Exquisite.
Astounding. We follow the footsteps of Rome, right down to the depths of its own destruction.
The Internet Monk writes an article about being tired of the weirdness in Christians. Its worth reading.