Showing posts with label philosophical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label philosophical. Show all posts

Friday, October 4, 2013

Well...I'm back.

I may have been slightly procrastinating over the last few weeks. Ahem. Suffice to say, I'm home now a little sooner than expected (came back on the 1st as opposed to the 12th), and have pictures and such to post, but first I think it's time to be a little introspective.

First before the first thing (does that make any sense?), the last few days before leaving were kind of unreal. We were still working like crazy people, finished scraping glue off Josiah's office floor (I have a whole post about that, don't worry), and while some of us were preparing to leave others were preparing to stay as long as need be. They're still on the ranch, so prayers for them are much appreciated.

Seven of us stayed with Kas' family outside of Denver, so we left on Sunday, spent Monday chilling, and went to the airport on Tuesday. Sunday felt like a dream, to be honest. I went to church, participated in an elk bugling contest (which was an absolute blast and I got a t-shirt out of the deal XD), and then wandered around the camp in something of a daze thinking, 'this will be the last time I see this creek...the last time I see staff housing...the last time I see this or that or the other...' But I didn't cry. (I thought I had gotten that all out the previous night, after watching 'While You Were Sleeping with Charissa and Emily and sobbing on their shoulders about leaving) I didn't even cry when we hugged everyone goodbye, or when all my things got packed in the truck, or as we started to drive away.

But just when I was thinking that I had gotten away unscathed, Tess turns around from the front seat of the car with tears streaming down her face and sobs, "Guys, this SUCKS." And then we all (meaning all 5 of us girls in the car) officially lost it. The ensuing flow of tears was an unstoppable force or something. Ugh.

We all managed to get it together eventually, and the drive to Kas' house was absolutely gorgeous. Fall is in full swing in Colorado, and let me tell you there's nothing quite like it.


The aspens are even more yellow now, if the pictures on Facebook are any indicator. Sigh. It is SO pretty there.

But anyway. Monday we putzed around most of the day, relaxing and walking around town a bit (we went to Kas' family's coffee shop, and WOW. Getting ideas like crazy, y'all.), and went to this animal sanctuary about 20 minutes from her house. They rescue large carnivores from abusive situations, for the most part, and give tours over the pens and such. I have pictures of lions, and tigers, and bears (oh my), and wolves, etc. XD





Tuesday I came home...and I've been wildly oscillating between loving being home (the huge amounts of oxygen have given me lots of energy), desperately wishing I was back on the ranch, and wondering what I'm going to do next.

(Here's where it gets introspective. You're welcome to stay or go as you will.)

I've been biking and riding the horse in between cleaning houses, unpacking (done now, just need to sort between the things I need and don't need), and eating about half of what I was eating out West. (I gained like 15 pounds out there. I may or may not be slightly aghast at this fact. >.< On the plus side--no pun intended--I can now climb mountains and haul 5-gallon water jugs like they're nothing.) The exercise is much needed after going from pretty manual labor-filled days to very easy days. And I think the horse is liking the attention. She's been wanting to run and get going every time I ride, which is really nice after not riding much at all this summer.

There's just something of an adjustment period, I guess...after living with the same people for 5 months, pouring into them and being poured into with hopes, doubts, fears, prayers, and reaching a level of intimacy and unity that I have NEVER experienced in my entire life with any other group of people, I've been feeling somewhat uprooted. My thoughts are scattered, my actions even more so, and all I want to do is ride my horse and think and read books I've read a million times before.

I finished reading North and South last week (a new book for me, but one that will be read and re-read, fret not), and watched the miniseries with Richard Armitage again, and GAH. Let's just say that I shouldn't watch romances at all, because it makes me feel unsatisfied and sad and filled with warm fuzzies/happy at the same time. Argh.

But back to the subject on hand. Basically...I miss people, and having day-to-day purpose, and I don't know what to do with my life, and I feel very confused and lonely these days. Hopefully things will settle down, and I'll try to post some more pictures etc, but I can't promise too much at the moment.

Friday, February 8, 2013

Is it just me?

I feel like I'm in this very awkward stage of life where persons of the opposite sex say they want to be friends, but when it comes down to it they really don't want anything to do with you unless there's something more. I'm well aware of the fact that guys and girls at my age are looking for mates, but there have been several occurrences over the past year where a guy has been friendly for a few weeks but, upon seeing that a romantic relationship isn't an option, they vanish.

Perhaps I shouldn't be surprised. But it's gotten to the point that if a guy even talks to me, I automatically assume that they're angling for a catch. This has also gotten to the point that I try to subtly ward them off so that I don't become friends and then have to have the uncomfortable 'no-not-looking-for-a-boyfriend-sorry' conversation, followed by a quick vanishment.

Case in point: some friends introduced me to a guy last year. Don't get me wrong, he and I agree on a lot of issues but we also disagree on some important ones, enough to give me some major pause. A couple of weeks ago he wanted a DTR ('define the relationship' talk), and I had to try to let him down as gently as possible without beating around the bush. 

I HATE DTRs, by the by. I've had to wrangle my way through few and they aren't my favorite thing by a long shot. I also try to be as blunt and straightforward as possible, because I hate playing games.

But anyway. After that, zip. It's not the first time it's happened, but it always makes me a little disappointed. It's as if a guy can't be around a girl without trying to see if he can score with her. 

Am I wrong? Do guys only associate with girls if they see a romantic possibility? Or do I just attract guys who have ulterior motives? (Or do all guys have ulterior motives? O.e)

Thoughts? Anyone?

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

A Punch in the Gut

Something of a serious post this time, folks, so bear with me.

Tonight I was poking around on the No Greater Joy website for their book Preparing to be a Help Meet (long story short I'm doing a study on the book starting next month and have been looking for inspiration etc). In the process I came across a blog run by a young man named Josh Eddy.

I was reading through some of the posts, thinking to myself 'wow, it's such a breath of fresh air to come across the thoughts of someone who is so sold out on Jesus and living for Him'. It's just not that common to find anymore.

The most recent post was put up on May 12th, 2012, and as I was reading I came across the bit that explained that the one posting it was Josh's captain during basic training, because Josh died on May 5th. The post was one he had been working on before he died.

I guess...to say I was shocked is to put it mildly. I don't even know this guy aside from a few minutes of reading his blog, but I had to cry a bit because it was so unexpected to read. He was only 19 years old.

It may sound like a cliche, but we don't know how long we have to live. It could be a day, a year, 50 years...who knows? The time ultimately doesn't matter; it's what one does with that time. Are you spending the time you do have on the things that matter? I'm as guilty as anyone when it comes to this--there's a lot of wasted time in my log. There's a lot of things that I 'ought' to do but don't for a variety of reasons (most of which are silly and selfish in retrospect).

I don't mean to get all existential and freaked out. But it does give a person something to think about...

Monday, October 1, 2012

Autumn

We've had a fire in the stove at night for the past few weeks...the leaves are starting to turn and fall off one by one...the yard has a crisp brown-ness creeping across the soft green grass...summer is fading, and autumn is on its way.


On Sunday I had the sudden urge to go outside and lie under a tree in the yard to take pictures. It's not a very big tree, but from this angle it looks huge. 


The little buckeye tree is a brilliant shade of orange-red--usually it turns brown, so this was a pleasant surprise.

For some reason fall puts within me a desire to get more artsy, to shut up indoors more often and get creative in one form or another. I've got the 'shut up indoors' part down...the 'creativity' part is lacking though. I get distracted easily. >.< The following comic typifies the process pretty well:


Every day. 

But back to pictures!


This is about 1/4 of our woodpile. We need more, but for now it's very nice and neat and has much potential. *nods*

Friday I'm leaving for Florida to see Ben and Wade! Oh, y'know, and my brother and his wife. I guess they count too. ;) I can't wait. So many pictures to take and babies to squeal over! Ees gonna be awesome.

And Wednesday I'm going trail riding with a group of people. So far we have 5 people committed--I've insisted on bringing Colletta, because (a) I hate riding strange horses in an uncontrolled environment and (b) I just prefer her, durnit. Everyone else can just stuff it. XD I can't guarantee a plethora of pictures from that outing, but I'll try to get some before and after ones.

For the past couple of weeks I've been somewhat sick. Well, not like bedridden sick--my only symptom is a dry, persistent cough, and that's been hanging around for almost 3 weeks. I was put on an antibiotic on Saturday, and have been achy/sleeping fitfully ever since, so I'm not sure if the antibiotics made it worse or if my body just decided to take a turn for the worse anyway. Meh. I'm just hoping that it's reduced by Wednesday and gone by Friday. I really don't want to take this down to Florida. *crosses fingers*

And...that's about it. I get introspective and then my mind bounces around to five different topics like a demented grasshopper. You're welcome. 

(I blame Tumblr.)

Monday, August 13, 2012

Anti-fungal Salve

In my grody pictures post I mentioned the salve I've been using on Colletta's legs. It was really quite simple to make...but here's the process anyway!


From left to right we have tea tree oil, black walnut hulls (I ran over them with the van to separate the hulls from the nuts), some comfrey oil (it's been steeping since June), and various herbs from the garden/yard (a mixture of sage, echinacea leaves, and plantain). Not shown is the goldenseal powder, because it was in the freezer and I forgot to get it out for the picture.


I strained off about a cups' worth of oil from the comfrey, added the herbs and hulls, and rounded it all off with another cup of plain olive oil. Ideally I would pack a quart jar with the mixture and let it sit for a few weeks to get a really high-quality oil, but since I was in a hurry I put everything in a double boiler on the stove, put said stove on the lowest possible gas flame, and let it simmer for a couple of hours.

This method does the trick, but since it's more of a quick-and-dirty way that yields a less rich version, I'm going to have some oil cold-steeping in the pantry soon for future experiments.


So after a couple of hours I strained it off, and came up with this lovely black-green stuff. The walnut turns it super dark and stains my fingers (the first three fingers on my right hand are a couple shades darker than the rest of my hand thanks to the daily application thing).


At this point, with the double boiler still on some heat, I tossed in some grated beeswax and the tea tree oil. I'm not sure how much beeswax...maybe 4-5 tablespoons? And there was something like a capful of tea tree. I hardly ever measure anything, can you tell?

 The last time I made salve I had to hack wax off of a 1-lb block, and swore that that was a hassle and grated the rest. I'm so glad I did, for obvious reasons...beeswax is handy, but so stinking obnoxious sometimes.


After the beeswax melted I turned the stove off and poured the results into a couple of jelly jars. I have my tins, but they only hold 2 ounces at a time and I only wanted to have a couple of containers on hand.


There they go, solidifying up as they cool...



...and the finished result! I just wrote out the labels rather than printing them since they'll be for personal use. As soon as they were cool I ran out and slathered Colletta's scratches with them, sprayed the walnut liniment over the whole mess, and left it alone. So far I must say that her leg looks a lot better--the swelling has almost completely gone down, and while the skin is still tender and a bit raw it doesn't look near as nasty as it did.

The salve turned out well, except that I think I added too much beeswax. It's hard and a little grainy in texture, but if I crush it and melt it a little between my fingers before smoothing it on it works. Next time I'll cut down on the beeswax and hopefully will have a better oil on hand. But for now, this seems to be working.

Friday, June 1, 2012

Reflections Upon The Chronicles of Narnia

(Spoilers and quotes abound within--if you haven't read the Narnian books and don't wish to have them spoiled for you, go no further.)

I was one of those kids who sort of grew up with the Narnia books (my older brothers loved them and we have a well-worn boxed set to prove it), but never actually read them until I was a pre-teen. Then I made the mistake of reading The Last Battle first (because it had the picture of a unicorn on the cover), and read the rest of the series out of order before coming to my senses and reading them from the beginning.

Since then--well over 10 years ago--I've read them several times from beginning to end. Each time I see something else or remember parts that I've forgotten about, and start wanting to use words like 'delicious' and 'beastly' and 'thrilling' more often and call people 'a brick'. (That's a good thing, apparently, to be a brick.) Recently I got an omnibus version of the series that's about the size of my omnibus of Lord of the Rings, and have been remembering why I love these books so much.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Screwtape Letters Quotes

I was looking for a quote today from The Screwtape Letters to illustrate a point I wanted to make in a conversation. I didn't find the quote I was looking for, but here's a plethora of others that are just as good.

(For the uninformed, The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis is a collection of 'letters' between a demon named Screwtape and his 'nephew' (lower demon, I guess) named Wormwood. The book covers the human condition and spiritual warfare as seen from a demon's POV. They refer to the humans in the book as a 'patient', the devil as 'Our Father', and God as 'The Enemy'. It's a very chilling way to look at humanity.)

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“It should be (but it is not) unnecessary to add that a belief in angels, whether good or evil, does not mean a belief in either as they are represented in art and literature. Devils are depicted with bats’ wings and good angels with birds’ wings not because anyone holds that moral deterioration would be likely to turn feathers into membrane, but because most men like birds better than bats. They are given wings at all in order to suggest the swiftness of unimpeded intellectual energy. They are given human form because man is the only rational creature we know. Creatures higher in the natural order than ourselves, either incorporeal or animating bodies of a sort we cannot experience, must be represented symbolically if they are to be represented at all.” — VIII (Preface)

“Do what you will, there is going to be some benevolence, as well as some malice, in your patient’s soul. The great thing is to direct the malice to his immediate neighbours whom he meets every day and to thrust his benevolence out to the remote circumference, to people he does not know. The malice thus become wholly real and the benevolence largely imaginary.” — P.31

“Never forget that when we are dealing with any pleasure in its healthy and normal and satisfying form, we are, in a sense, on the Enemy’s ground. I know we have won many a soul through pleasure. All the same, it is His invention, not ours. He made all the pleasures: all our research so far has not enabled us to produce one. All we can do is to encourage the humans to take pleasures which our Enemy has produced, at times, or in ways, or in degrees, which He has forbidden. Hence we always try to work away from the natural condition of any pleasure to that in which it is least natural, least redolent of its Maker, and least pleasurable.” — P.41-42

“Talk to him about ‘moderation in all things.’ If you can once get him to the point of thinking that ‘religion is all very well up to a point,’ you can feel quite happy about his soul.” — P.43

“Humour is for them the all-consoling and (mark this) the all-excusing, grace of life. Hence, it is invaluable as a means of destroying shame. If a man simply lets others pay for him, he is ‘mean,’ but if he boasts of it in a jocular manner and twits his fellows with having been scored off, he is no longer ‘mean’ but a comical fellow. Mere cowardice is shameful; cowardice boasted of with humourous exaggerations and grotesque gestures can be passed off as funny. Cruelty is shameful — unless the cruel man can represent it as a practical joke. A thousand bawdy, or even blasphemous, jokes do not help towards a man’s damnation so much as his discovery that almost anything he wants to do can be done, not only without the disapproval but with the admiration of his fellows, if only it can get itself treated as a Joke.” — P.51-52

“I would make it a rule to eradicate from my patient any strong personal taste which is not actually a sin, even if it is something quite trivial such as a fondness for country cricket or collecting stamps or drinking cocoa. Such things, I grant you, have nothing of virtue in them, but there is a sort of innocence and humility and self-forgetfulness about them which I distrust. The man who truly and disinterestedly enjoys any one thing in the world, for its own sake, and without caring twopence what other people say about it, by that very fact forearmed against some of our subtlest modes of attack. You should always try to make the patient abandon the people or food or books he really likes in favour of the ‘best’ people, the ‘right’ food, the ‘important’ books. I have known a human defended from strong temptations to social ambition by a still stronger taste for tripe and onions.” — P.60

“My dear Wormwood, the most alarming thing in your last account of the patient is that he is making none of those confident resolutions which marked his original conversion. No more lavish promises of perpetual virtue, I gather; not even the expectation of an endowment of ‘grace’ for life, but only a hope for the daily and hourly pittance to meet the daily and hourly temptation! This is very bad.” — P.62

“The Enemy’s demand on humans takes the form of a dilemma; either complete abstinence or unmitigated monogamy. Every since Our Father’s first great victory, we have rendered the former very difficult to them. The latter, for the last few centuries, we have been closing up as a way of escape. We have done this through the poets and novelists by persuading the humans that a curious, and usually short-lived, experience which they call ‘being in love’ is the only respectable ground for marriage; that marriage can, and ought to, render this excitement permanent; and that a marriage which does not do so is no longer binding.” — P.81

“The sense of ownership in general is always to be encouraged. The humans are always putting up claims to ownership which sound equally funny in Heaven and in Hell, and we must keep them doing so. Much of the modern resistance to chastity comes from men’s belief that they ‘own’ their bodies — those vast and perilous estates, pulsating with the energy that made the worlds, in which they find themselves without their consent and from which they are ejected at the pleasure of Another! It is as if a royal child whom his father has placed, for love’s sake, in titular command of some great province, under the real rule of wise counselors, should come to fancy that he really owns the cities, the forests, and the corn, in the same way as he owns the bricks on the nursery floor.” — P.97-98

“There are things for humans to do all day long without His minding in the least — sleeping, washing, eating, drinking, making love, playing, praying, working. Everything has to be twisted before it’s any use to us. We fight under cruel disadvantages. Nothing is naturally on our side…” — P.102

“We must first make (Jesus) solely a teacher, and then conceal the very substantial agreement between his teachings and those of all other great moral teachers. For humans must not be allowed to notice that all great moralists are sent by the Enemy, not to inform men, but to remind them, to restate the primeval moral platitudes against our continual concealment of them.” — P.107

“On the other hand we do want, and want very much, to make men treat Christianity as a means; preferably, of course, as a means of their own advancement, but, failing that, as a means to do anything — even to social justice. The thing to do is to get a man at first to value social justice as a thing which the Enemy demands, and then work him on to the stage at which he values Christianity because it may produce social justice. For the Enemy will not be used as a convenience.” — P.108-109

“The Enemy loves platitudes. Of a proposed course of action He wants men, so far as I can see, to ask very simple questions: Is it righteous? Is it prudent? Is it possible? Now, if we can keep men asking: ‘Is it in accordance with the general movement of our time? Is it progressive or reactionary? Is this the way that History is going?’ They will neglect the relevant questions. And the questions they do ask are, of course, unanswerable; for they do not know the future, and what the future will be depends very largely on just those choices which they now invoke the future to help make.” — P.118

“This, indeed, is probably on the Enemy’s motives for creating a dangerous world — a world in which moral issues really come to the point. He sees as well as you do that courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point, which means, at the point of highest reality. A chastity or honesty which yields to danger will be chaste or honest or merciful only on conditions. Pilate was merciful until it became risky.” — P.138

“No man who says I’m as good as you believes it. He would not say it if he did. The St. Bernard never says it to the toy dog, nor the scholar to the dunce, nor the employable to the bum, nor the pretty woman to the plain. The claim to equality, outside the strictly political field, is made only by those who feel themselves to be in some way inferior. What it expresses is precisely the itching, smarting, writhing awareness of an inferiority that the patient refuses to accept. And therefore resents.” — P.163

“You remember how one of the Greek Dictators (they called them ‘tyrants’ then) sent an envoy to another Dictator to ask his advice about the principles of government. The second Dictator led the envoy to a field of grain, and then snicked off with his cane the top of every stalk that rose an inch or so above the general level. The moral was plain. Allow no preeminence among your subjects. Let no man live who is wiser or better or more famous or even handsomer than the mass. Cut them all down to a level: all slaves, all ciphers, all nobodies. All equals. Thus Tyrants could practise, in a sense, ‘democracy.’ But now ‘democracy’ can do the same work without any tyranny other than her own. No one need now go through the field with a cane. The little stalks will now of themselves bite the tops off the big ones.” — P.165 
 
 

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Sermon Notes for 5/6/12

Today's post is a bit different than usual--whereas I have posted things that only I have written/made in the past, tonight I would like to share the notes from today's sermon at church. But first, a bit of expounding.

First off, I absolutely love my church. There hasn't been a sermon that I haven't (a) felt convicted or (b) come away feeling very glad and grateful to have gone to church that day. This Sunday the message was called "God's Design for Sex and Marriage", and it's one of the best messages I've heard recently. (There was a really great series on revival and another one on the triune nature of God not too long ago--this one ranks up there with those in my opinion. But I digress.)

So from here on out, this is the entirety of the notes from the sermon. I don't claim them in the least--it was just a great message that I wanted to share.

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Calvary Church
Sunday, May 6, 2012
God's Design for Sex & Marriage

Drink water from your own cistern, 
And running water from your own well. 
Should your fountains be dispersed abroad, 
Streams of water in the streets? 
Let them be only your own, 
And not for strangers with you. 
Let your fountain be blessed, 
And rejoice with the wife of your youth.
 As a loving deer and a graceful doe, 
Let her breasts satisfy you at all times; 
And always be enraptured with her love. 
For why should you, my son, be enraptured by an immoral woman, 
And be embraced in the arms of a seductress? (Proverbs 5:15-20 NKJV)

-- Cistern – A virgin.
-- Well – A woman that has become sexually active.  She is deep and has much love to offer.
-- Fountain – The man who has a very strong sexual drive.

God’s Creative Design

 Genesis 1:26 And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.  27 So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.

-- Created – God created our spirit, which means to create out of nothing that existed before.  Our spirit is created with the same elements that make God. 
-- Make/Made – God made our bodies, which means to form from something that existed.  God formed us like a potter would clay on a wheel, by making our body out of the dirt of the ground. 
-- God CREATED our spirit and He MADE our bodies.  The soul of man is that which connects the two.  The soul is our mind, our will, the conscience or nature of who we are. 
-- We are a 3-part being, with the design being SPIRIT, SOUL & BODY. 
  • The place we get ourselves into trouble is by reversing God’s design and putting the body as most important.   
  • Society has taught us to exalt body over everything else.  If we take care of our body and do what feels good to our body, everything else will take care of itself.  However, with God the opposite is true. 
  • Anytime you go against God’s design, you deal with heavy consequences. 

The One Exception

Genesis 2:19 And out of the ground the LORD God formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air; and brought them unto Adam to see what he would call them: and whatsoever Adam called every living creature, that was the name thereof. 20 And Adam gave names to all cattle, and to the fowl of the air, and to every beast of the field; but for Adam there was not found an help meet for him. 21 And the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept: and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof; 22 And the rib, which the LORD God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man.

-- The woman was the only creation that God did not make out of dirt.
-- Eve was built by the hands of God from the rib of Adam.
-- When Adam saw Eve, he recognized a relativity or connection in her.  He recognized that she was his flesh and bone.  She was a completion for him.

Genesis 5:1 This is the book of the generations of Adam. In the day that God created man, in the likeness of God made he him; 2 Male and female created he them; and blessed them, and called their name Adam, in the day when they were created.

-- God called them “ADAM”.  God saw them as one.  From the beginning, God has called the two one.  He has designed a oneness or connection between man and woman.
-- God took ONE RIB from Adam and made ONE WOMAN for Adam.
-- God’s plan is simple – ONE HUSBAND, ONE WIFE, ONE FLESH FOR LIFE.
-- Eve was taken from the rib of Adam, because that is near his heart.
  • Ribs protect the heart.
    • Provides security for the woman is the design of God.  A woman wants to feel secure and protected.  She wants to know that the man is going to give this to her. 
    • Provides significance and the protecting of the emotions for the man.  The woman/wife is to make the man feel significant and important.  He wants to know that his wife is his biggest supporter.
  • Ribs are protected by the arms.     
    • Men have a natural call on their lives to protect the woman.  This is not sexist or egotistical, this is God’s design.
  • Ribs hold the body together.
    • The woman gives inner strength to the family in such a way that she holds things together. 

How Does Sex Play In?

-- Sexual activity is designed as an expression of faith, love and trust.
-- God has designed and blessed sex for the marriage bed.  One man, one woman for life.
-- “The Bible, and particularly Paul, makes it clear that the sexual relationship between a husband and wife is intended to be one of the most profoundly spiritual encounters we are capable of this side of heaven” (Poetry Class).

 Ephesians 5:31 For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh.

-- This refers to a deep intimacy and sexual union.
-- GOD NEVER INTENDED FOR SEX TO ONLY BE PHYSICAL!!!
-- Any beast or creature can participate in the physical act of sex.
-- God’s design is much bigger and more special than that.
-- Man and woman are the only creatures who have sexual union face to face.  It is a deep connection.
-- Sexual intercourse and relationship is not sinful or wrong when done God’s way.  God has designed it as a very personal and intimate act.  The problem in society is that it has become abused.
-- Anytime you join sexually with someone, you are giving away a part of yourself.
-- When you are involved in a lifetime commitment with your mate, you continually find and are reconnected with the part of you that you are given away.  You are made complete.
-- The reason so many people today are empty, sad, depressed and wandering around is because they have given themselves sexually to person after person and they can never find themselves reflected back to them in the countenance or face of the one they are sexually involved with.
-- They jump from partner to partner trying to regain what they gave up but it is never going to happen in that manner and in the way that the world promotes!
-- Instead of finding themselves, they find all the baggage and issues the person they are sexually involved with carry.

 1 Corinthians 6:16  What? know ye not that he which is joined to an harlot is one body? for two, saith he, shall be one flesh.

-- Anytime that you join sexually with someone, you are opening yourself up to all the baggage and issues of that person. 
-- You blend together as one and you become like a film where what the person you are sexually active with is developed on your own heart and spirit. 

Proverb 23;27 For a whore is a deep ditch; and a strange woman is a narrow pit.

-- Whereas God’s design is for the wife to be a deep well, an adulteress, loose or wayward woman is instead a deep ditch or a narrow pit. 
  • Wells have pure waters that bring life.  Ditches and pits have tainted or diseased waters that can bring death and destruction.
  • The fountain can dry up due to improper use.
  • SEXUAL ACTIVITY IS A BIG DEAL!

-- All the polygamists in the Bible were men that were troubled.
  • Jacobs house was filled with strife and contention and division.  His family was marked by lies, deception and attempted murder.
  • David had 8 wives and many concubines.  His children were rebellious, committed incest and murder.  God said the sword would never depart from David’s house.
  • Solomon had 700 wives and 300 concubines.
  •  Nehemiah 13:26 Did not Solomon king of Israel sin by these things? yet among many nations was there no king like him, who was beloved of his God, and God made him king over all Israel: nevertheless even him did outlandish women cause to sin.

-- Deal with the sexual struggles in your mind.
-- Lust and desire will drive you to being critical, ill, difficult to deal with, etc.
-- Few understand the seriousness of Gods law in dealing with sexuality.
-- Improper lusts and activity can separate you from Gods plan for your life.
-- There is forgiveness and healing available.
-- Break soul ties and connections that have been established because of sexual activity.


Saturday, April 14, 2012

Truth or Pander?

“Those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.”

This is the thought I have kept coming back to for the past couple of weeks. If I adopted this way of thinking for a motto, in theory I would just say and do whatever I felt was the right thing to do. This would also mean that if people protested for whatever reason, I can ignore what they say because if they mind, they don't matter. Right?

If I went around telling the absolute naked truth whenever asked, I would probably end up pushing some people away. This begs the question: does that mean they were only superficial friends to begin with, and only wanted to be associated with me if I was nice and sweet all the time? In that case, perhaps one is better off to not be friends with such people.

To take a quote from a book called 'Spiritual Friendship': “Therefore, as Ambrose says, 'if you detect some vice in your friend, correct him privately; if he does not listen, correct him publicly. For corrections are good, and often better than an unresponsive friendship. Should a friend think he is being wronged, correct him nonetheless. Even if his soul is wounded by the bitterness of correction, correct him nonetheless. Wounds from a friend are better than the fraudulent kisses of an enemy.' Therefore, correct an erring friend. But in correction, above all avoid anger and bitterness of spirit. Otherwise you may seem to wish not to amend a friend so much as to vent your own spleen.” [emphasis mine]

(I think I'm rather more aware of the last bit now than I was a few weeks ago.)

But my intention is not to focus solely on telling the truth in friendship. My question is, should we tell the truth all the time, no matter what the consequences?

This doesn't mean that I'm about to go around telling everyone what to do. But if asked, I'm feeling less and less inclined to smile and say 'oh, whatever you think is best'. 

I don't want to be that person who panders to what people want to hear, instead of what they need to hear.

And I want people to tell me the truth too. If I do something that makes another person hurt/angry/upset/etc, I want them to tell ME instead of running around telling everyone else my newest transgression while I sit there thinking everything's hunky-dory. 

It's something I need to work on--I don't always go directly to the person that hurt or insulted me. But that doesn't mean it's a good way of handling things.

Concerning public correction: if one goes to a friend and says 'you really ought to work on this', and the friend says 'okay' but never changes...is that a reason to correct them publicly? For some people it takes a huge, drastic, outside influence to make them see that they need to change. Is that a friend's place, or are we just supposed to toss our hands up and say 'well, whatever'? 

I'm truly asking for people's opinions here, by the by. I'm not scattering these thoughts around just to see how big of a mess I can make.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Courage and Creativity

Today in my email inbox, I had two updates from writers. The first concerned a 'pep talk' kind of letter from the folks at ScriptFrenzy (which I signed up for, but did not attempt this year) called 'Fools Know the Way'. The second was from Jeff Goins, and called 'You Have to Be a Little Crazy to Be Creative'.

The basic idea of both was that we have to be courageous and unafraid in order to be creative. Because let's face it, anyone who creates anything is going to be smacked down, told they can't succeed, or worse at some point in their life. 

I think I'm getting better. But sometimes I'm still afraid to speak up, put myself out there, or continue onward when someone says 'You can't think/say that, someone might get offended.' 'That idea is wrong because of x.' 'It's not your business to feel that way.'

I suppose my mentality has less to do with creativity and more to do with figuring out the messiness of life. But life is creative, right? Even if we aren't intentionally creative, we are all creating and forming and molding--not just physical objects, but ourselves and the way we impact the people around us.

So while we should be conscious of the way we affect people, getting scared of affecting people the 'wrong way' (whatever that means) and earning their wrath, disgust, etc is a lesser way to live. The conundrum remains: be afraid of people and 'what they can do', or be bold and courageous and creative?

"Fear of man will prove to be a snare, but whoever trusts in the Lord is kept safe."
Proverbs 29:25

"Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you."
Matthew 5:11-12

I guess that pretty much says it all right there. :p

(I'm not claiming to be persecuted at this very moment...but it's encouraging to know that persecution is not necessarily a bad thing when it has to do with being truthful and defending something that's right. Ya know?)

On a side note, when I looked up the 'fear of man will prove to be a snare' part there was a digression talking about how a snare can be either a noose or a hook (implied to be a hook for the nose). Just thinking about being stuck in a noose or having a hook through the nose is cringe-worthy--and when in pain or fear, we as people are completely helpless and respond to the whims of our 'captors', or the people who inspire fear. It's just the way we work.

Being afraid of what other people think is a crippling way to live. I've seen it--and experienced it to some degree. But I'm trying not to be afraid anymore. Say it like it is, hold up the truth, and God will take care of the rest. 

Here goes. :)