I don’t know how to change the inside of me. I’m great at the outside, that I can handle. I don’t know anyone else that knows how to do this thing. I’ve gone back to source, to God, and told Him who I am, and what I do, and why I do it, although I think He knew. I’ve told Him I don’t like it, and that if He’d help me change I’d be really grateful.
I don’t feel like I’ve got to the root of love and relationships with this note. I don’t think anyone ever will. It’s left to the poets and the musicians to express things that mere logic struggles to. I mean forget having the key to your heart. This person must have the combination. A particular balance of attributes that for reasons that you probably can’t figure out yourself work. Falling in love is either something we work hard to attain or else it is magic, reasonless, rhyme-less, pure magic.
I wondered aloud to my mother if I could start to trust life again. If I could start to live without looking over my shoulder,
waiting for it to fall apart again, as it had so many times. I can’t remember her exact words but they were
completely clear. These two streams cannot flow together. A life “lived” in fear or lived in freedom. It’s
one or the other, and every time you make a decision in fear, you go further down the path of just
ALL IN C.S. Lewis once said, “I didn’t go to religion to make me happy. I always knew a bottle of Port would do that. If you want a religion to make you feel really comfortable, I certainly don’t recommend Christianity”. That’s a tough line for a wide section of Christians to swallow. Part of […]
Within religion, God becomes static, He becomes quantifiable almost, He becomes stagnant and rigid. But once a person realizes that God is a person, and that a relationship with Him can be as real and dynamic and exciting as a relationship between me and you, then religion turns to relationship.
Why do we naturally assume people need adjusting? Why don’t we adjust ourselves? Try and see where they’re coming from, try picking up the lenses through which they see life. It isn’t easy to do this, not by any stretch, but it’s incredibly rewarding. This is stuff you can’t pay for or learn out of a textbook, and it’s right in front of you.
What happens when you lose your dreams? Most people already know but just haven’t made the connection between who they are now (or rather who they are not) and the point at which their dreams died.
University was the beginning of the end for me. The end of innocence. You might think that statement hyperbolic, but I promise you it’s not. It is the end of innocence for most people. However, I think it can be a particularly jarring experience for believers. Everyone else goes to university expecting and hoping to lose their innocence; Christians go to university hoping against hope to keep it.
There’s too much God aims to teach us through the trials we face, through the times when nothing seems like it’s going to work and really we’re pretty much lost. The lessons are different for everybody but necessary.