Things I Do….

I like to walk everywhere I go. That, is, within walking distance. Which would be, for me, 3-4 miles. I walk because I can. I walk because some can’t. I walk because I can’t afford a car. Anyway, I take a lot of walks. I walk up into town and play my baritone ukulele for the absent minded people walking by. Poeple in Milford don’t know what to do with a sidewalk musician. They try not to make eye contact.

Interesting…

It seems as if they think I have a disease…

I can’t really blame them, though. It has to be natural. People from small towns are not used to performers hanging out in public areas doing what they do best.

So there’s something…

Christmas…

People are so critical when it comes to the social aspect of Christmas. Some people are too selfish to let even the name fly. They say it offends them even though they don’t believe in the story behind the holiday. I could go on for days about how angry the materialization of the holiday and how selfishness made the holiday a social pariah in every day conversation because you don’t want to offend people. However, I don’t feel like getting upset. I’m wearing a sweater.

The birth of Christ. The best holiday of the year of the year, in my opinion. I think it should be for every Christian. The idea of the of our king being born as a mere boy, solely to die because of the selfishness of mankind is something that should be celebrated. It would be so incredibly selfish to not acknowledge an act like that. If you think about it, God should not do that. He shouldn’t humble Himself to humans. i. e. Pilate, or the Roman Empire. But rather we should be humbled to Him. It was an unusual act of an unusual God. Other gods keep on dying. Ours rose.

Christmas is such a wonderful time. Not because of the stuff under the tree, but rather, the reason we are allowed the privilege of eternal life.

I’m Gonna Get A Lot Of Crap For This….

Alright… Here’s somethhing I have trouble tolerating. I don’t like the Idea of feminism. Now, read me out on this. It’s not about independent women, I din’t have any problem with a woman that is making it out on their own, as long as the way they go about it is Godly and Biblical. It’s also not about women’s rights, because I do believe that women should have rights just as men do. Rather my main problem with it is the fact of how it was originated.

As far as I am concerned, the only thing feminism has roots in is pride. I believe that a group of women got together and, out of their pride, overcomplicated things. They threw aside things like submission to Godly authority and pridfully rather than biblically made everything about themselves. Serving themselves rather than others. I can’t say I’ve not been guilty of this at some points in my life, but feminism in this sense is a religion that counters those faithful to Christ, in this sense.

I’m no sexist, I do feel as though women should feel powerful, but through Christ and the word of God, not by their own works or righteousness. That’s wrong. That’s not how God intended it.

This is my personal opinion. Please no hate mail.

Light Up Her Face

When the sun came to call

The moon came to answer

Too high to fall

He looked for ways to romance her

 

So far from her, he is meant to be

Intolerant, of distance demeaned

 

One day, they will see

One day, those two

One day, they will be

A like one and two

 

An unlikely pair

Though never to tear

 

A time for them to cover

A time to give grace

I say they are lovers

He’s the only one

Who can light up her face

Why Love?

Often times in my life, I have been faced with a question. “Why should I invest so much emotion in to one person? Why should I use so much energy on something so fragile as love? Why love at all?” I’m not gonna lie, it was quite the search trying to find the answer.

I see love as more of an art form than an emotion. It helps me comprehend it better. I say it’s an art form because of the similarities it has to a physical piece of art, as far as the idea of putting in time, effort, and emotion into something that you may likely end up throwing away.

It’s not necessarily a pessimistic view of love, because I would like to think of myself as an optimist. My friend Dan is, what he calls himself, a realist. Seeing and calling it as he sees it. I want to see things and rather than call them for what they are, change them into what they should be. It’s like that with the idea of love with me. I want to be the guy that can take a broken romance and change it into the burning passion it should be. However, I have never been in that situation.

Back to the art form. When you paint a picture, as an artist, you put emotion into it. You invest a little piece of your heart into the picture. But often times it doesn’t turn out they way you expected, or especially wanted. It is flawed, and asymmetrical. And that little piece of your heart is shattered. It can go very similarly with love. You invest tons of emotion and time, but your love becomes tainted, flawed, and asymmetrical. So you throw it away.

But the things is… Love, and art, start out as ideas. Art isn’t just a picture on a canvas. It’s a fleshed out representation of the artist’s minds. Love isn’t just a public display of affection. The wonderful thing is how God gave us the idea of ideas. A painting can be burned, destroyed, ruined. But the idea that was displayed on the canvas can be reborn, because it is not tangible, it is an idea. and Ideas cannot be destroyed. That’s why civilization can advance so far. We have indestructible ideas.

Love is exactly like that. When you love publicly as opposed to rather than along side the lovely idea, it can burn, it can be ruined, it can be tainted. But if you remain in the idea, if you keep it in your mind, it will never fail, it will never waver. Because it is yours.

Something

I’m not sure that I would ever subscribe to the idea of coincidence, but rather I would push the idea that every little move we make is predetermined, preordered, and/or foreseen. People don’t like that becase they like to be in complete control, and being the only one who can foresee their future. I don’t suppose that it’s a bad thing to want to be in control but rather it’s just a bad idea.

God is in control for a reason, He can handle it, he knows what he’s doing. If we were in control, then NOTHING would work, we would utterly fail at everything because we can do nothing without the divine help of an almighty God. I had recently read a book called Blue Like Jazz, but that has nothing to do with this.

Just a thought…

“Put A Helmet On!”

I have been listening to a lot of Christian comedians lately, and there is one that I like in particular, his name is Brad Stine. He did a lot of focusing on how stupid it is to be offended by the truth. That whole idea was amazing to me. I have been accused as being judgmental and rude, but Brad gave me a whole new perspective and understanding to the approach of those kind of accusations, and that is… “Your offended? I don’t care”. It’s not right to be a douche without a cause, but if your offended by the truth, I could care less.

Just saying.

The Day That America Stood Still (9/11)

Ten years ago today I was 7 years old. I was coming home from school except my mom was working so I went to my grandmother’s house. I walked in the door to hear her sobbing from the living room. I went over to see what was going on and i saw the horrific sight on the news of the planes hitting the world trade center. It didn’t really phase me at first because I had no idea of the severity of it all. I asked my grandma who would do something like that. She explained to me that some people are just so wicked that they could just do that for void gain with no remorse for what they had done to so many people and their families.

With every blow we take as Americans we always seem to come back stronger. We did with pearl harbor, the cold war, Vietnam, and especially 9/11. It is now ten years later and we destroyed the man responsible for the good of humanity. I choose not to rejoice in the death of a man, but rather the death of the evil harbored in that man. We are stronger, and we will never let that happen again.

 

 

 

“I Found My Stranger”

How do we know when were in love? Do we even know what it is for that matter? It’s really a situation that can get confusing. The coolest thing about love, in my personal opinion, is that it’s not limited at all. You can fall in love with anything. You can fall in love with a song, a place, a time, an idea. It’s all very complicated, it makes you think, you know? But the problem is along with being able to fall in love with anything, one can fall in love with anyone. anyone off the street. Say what you will, it’s possible. And easy.

I have learned that it’s hard to trust people because of our fallen nature. People lie, people steal, people cheat. That’s why it’s so weird that we can just give ourselves away like that. That is probably why it hurts so bad when we get betrayed. It’s really messed up.

Deathbed

People fear death

People don’t wanna die

They keep good health

And try not to lie

People accept their deaths

They always do

They give up

Like they are told to

They get their priorities in line

And make lists

For all the things thought fine

And never waste a kiss

When we watch ourselves die

We may cry

We may smile

Or be of rile

We should be happy

Seeing the face of God

I would be happy

To see the face of Jesus