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- I exist in the form I was given; I am what I was made to be, and I do the things I was made to do. I've learned the things that have been taught to me, and I've practiced the things that are practical for me. I am not my own; if I was, I would learn the things I teach myself, and practice the things that I want to practice. I can't live my own life because my life is not what it should be; if I could live my own life, it would be exactly how I want it to be. What I want is not what I need, and therein lies the crux; if what I want is not what I need, then how can I ever truly live without making sacrifices and compromises? If I find that what I truly need is to sacrifice myself at the foot of the cross so that I might be remade in the image of the Son of God, can I give up the things I want in order to be what I should be? I must answer: not by my power.
Matthew 19:16-30 (narrowly: vs. 25) - Location
- Florida
- Interests
- Computers, reading, and penguin avatars.
- Occupation
- Painter of Symbols and Artist of Numbers
- Gender
- Male
- Religious Adherance
- Christian
- Testimony
- Such a large thing to ask of such a small person. I thought that I lived according to my own desires, and I was free from the chains of society and the burden of debt which weighs against anyone who must conform to a rigid structure of culture, but I learned that I had merely substituted one boring chain for a more ornate one. So it goes; I lived in despair for a number of years, with the full knowledge of my slavery, weighed under the pressure of modern life and all it's mundane details, until Christ came to me and asked why I was persecuting Him - not like Paul, mind you, but through the words and actions of a person I cared about and considered a friend. I would not think so highly of myself as to compare myself to Paul; in the world, things often happen in reflection of even greater things, regardless of how small the reflection actually is. I was shaken; my reality had been built around the idea that the things people did were all uniformly human, that the ideas they had were all uniformly artificial and transparent. I was slapped into consciousness by the fact that people don't always do things without any particular or real purpose driving them. There is meaning in life! There is purpose! The things that happen in life aren't empty and pointless events, they serve a higher calling. Whenever someone wakes up like I did, I will be there to help. What else can I do or say?
I also learned that waxing poetic is great fun sometimes, and it makes people think. If you want to know more, just ask. And no, I am not insane, although I submit that I may possibly be a lunatic. - Default Post Color
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"Thank you Rationalization Man! You have saved the village!"
- House, M.D.
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31 Therefore, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God. 32 Give no offense, either to the Jews or to the Greeks or to the church of God, 33 just as I also please all men in all things, not seeking my own profit, but the profit of many, that they may be saved. (1 Corinthians 10)
Politics; I’ve spent many long hours mulling over how to discuss this topic from a Christian perspective, and I have searched out God’s will in the scriptures...
Politics; I’ve spent many long hours mulling over how to discuss this topic from a Christian perspective, and I have searched out God’s will in the scriptures...
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Partly what's got me on this kick is modern ethics. We've shifted from viewing things as having a value in themselves, to looking at things as only valuable when someone attributes value to it.
The problem is that God has created this world the way it is, and He has attributed value to things as He sees fit; each thing has a purpose and a vital function in the world. In the natural world, each thing serves a role in the natural order of things. We look at the natural world and see things...
The problem is that God has created this world the way it is, and He has attributed value to things as He sees fit; each thing has a purpose and a vital function in the world. In the natural world, each thing serves a role in the natural order of things. We look at the natural world and see things...
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To carry on from my previous entry, I'd like to graphically demonstrate what I'm talking about. Yes, this is in a way the antithesis to modern art, as it has both form and function.
So without further ado, let's move on to the images. If these images belong to anyone who reads this at any time, please let me know and I will gladly remove them. I found them on a google search and could not identify a copyright for any of them.
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So without further ado, let's move on to the images. If these images belong to anyone who reads this at any time, please let me know and I will gladly remove them. I found them on a google search and could not identify a copyright for any of them.
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There are two distinct ways of looking at the world, and two distinct ways of living, which cross paths at the point where technology meets art and truth meets fable. At least, so we’re told. On the one hand, you have the systemic tendency to categorize and define things, and on the other, you have the urge to gussy up that which was categorized and defined; to make it pretty and colorful so that it’s pleasant to look at. Often in classical art, these two tendencies played off one another quite...
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Don't tell me now
I can see it before me
They tell me "No man is an island",
A peninsula, maybe
It stands before me
This mountain, towering in it's silence
Snowcapped and alone,
At times, jagged like violence,
But sloping and fully graceful, nonetheless
Trees line the sides like
Thick green grass
Yet, only one single pine tree
Upon the mountain's pass
Which runs to the top
Like a malformed vertical trail
Battered...
I can see it before me
They tell me "No man is an island",
A peninsula, maybe
It stands before me
This mountain, towering in it's silence
Snowcapped and alone,
At times, jagged like violence,
But sloping and fully graceful, nonetheless
Trees line the sides like
Thick green grass
Yet, only one single pine tree
Upon the mountain's pass
Which runs to the top
Like a malformed vertical trail
Battered...
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