When someone says that or you read it, what do you think? Is the word intriguing? Frightening? Exciting? Boring? Annoying? Fun? Good? Bad?
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
THE FUTURE
When someone says that or you read it, what do you think? Is the word intriguing? Frightening? Exciting? Boring? Annoying? Fun? Good? Bad?
Monday, March 8, 2010
Poem
There comes a time in a person’s life,
When sorrows heartaches and even strife,
Cause us to come to a life-changing decision
Though it may be hard and cut deep like an incision,
But a special place in your heart feels it simply right,
To move on with something else in sight.
Mixed emotions flood my heart,
And sometimes I feel torn apart,
I have heard His calling, but I’m reluctant to go,
Yet I will trust Him and He will show,
How in the end it was His plan,
Whether it was testing or to show that He can.
Through life He will guide me and I will ever pray,
Though it hurts He will comfort me as I obey.
Yeah, I have talented friends!!!! :)
Saturday, March 6, 2010
How does one measure success?
suc·cess
–noun
1.the favorable or prosperous termination of attempts or endeavors.
2.the attainment of wealth, position, honors, or the like.
3.a successful performance or achievement: The play was an instant success.
4.a person or thing that is successful: She was a great success on the talk show.
But is that the correct meaning of success as it applies to today? To our lives? To our opinions?
But is that really success?
How important is status, good times, money and victory?
Do we need those things to be successful in life?
It makes me sad to think that we base success on such fleeting things. Fun and laughter are good but don't last. One can lose money and employment as easily as gaining it. And soon those trophies will be collecting dust just like the aging body who won it.
Time flies. Such a simple phrase. Two words. Four syllables. Eleven letters. And so true. Life could be over tomorrow. We have no more control over our lives than we do over the sun.
Then why do we measure the confusing term, success, by money, victories, good times, and status? Life is fleeting. Then why measure it with something as fleeting?
Why can't we measure one's "success" by the deeds they did without gaining an award? By the friends they had? By the things they taught? By the lives they touched? By the love they gave? By the love they received?
Love endures. True friendship endures. Lessons learned are eternal. Lives touched are touched forever. True kindness will always be remembered.
I knew a man once. He was born in a dirty part of town. His mom was a lowly teen. His father a poor craftsman. No one really cared about him except for his parents. There was no doctor. No nurse. No midwife. No cigars. No fireworks. No article or notice in the papers. Nothing but a smelly group and three strangers.
Do you know that this man grew up to be just as humble as his birth? He didn't do anything for personal gain or glory. Wanna know what the greatest thing he ever did was?
Yeah, he died. One of the cruelest death known to mankind. How glorifying is execution? A criminal death?
All he did was for others.
They returned his love and kindness with beatings and murder.
But by killing him, they allowed him to perform his greatest deed. And he got no reward that could ever be worth it.
His reward?
Us. You. Me. Them. Him. Her. Us.
And what a worthless bunch are we. I don't know if I could go a single day without a tiny error. I sin. You sin. We all sin.
And we measure success in material items.
Now let's rephrase the question.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Why is it that things always seem better elsewhere?
I'm sure you have. It is a very common figure of speech that is basically saying that no matter where you are, things always look better somewhere else. It's human nature to think that way, but is it really true?
I have had the chance to speak with numerous people who are always talking about how things would be so much better somewhere else. One hears that a great deal overseas, especially from teenagers. The line, 'if I was in America [or another country] ...' comes up a lot in conversations.
I was just wondering. Do we not have suffering in our native country? Is everything perfectly and always easy? Are we never alone? Or just plain lonely? Do we never struggle?
What is that makes our native country or somewhere else seem so much better?
There are bitter people all over the world.
What is it that makes the grass look "greener" elsewhere?
Maybe, just maybe, it is that no matter where we are in life, we can still find something wanting if we look. Mankind is never satisfied.
Back to kids overseas. I have even said it myself, but now as I am thinking about it, life is hard everywhere. Sure, some places are more difficult than others. But there is no place in the universe that doesn't have hardships, stress, loneliness, aloneness, and...
people.
Yep, that's right. As long as there is people, and that definitely includes yourself and myself, life will always have its hardships, its stress, its aloneness, its loneliness.
Nothing can really change that. It's life. No one said it was easy. No one said it would be easy. And no one said it has to be easy.
But,
Life can most certainly be fun. Joyful. Full of friendship. Kindness. Faithfulness. Compassion. Mercy. Grace. Love.
Even in the stressful and hard times, one can find love, joy, friendship, mercy, grace, etc. You just have to look for it. I have found it.
And the best place to find it is in God. Let Him be all you need. When you do that, the difficulties and stress seem insignificant.
They are still there. They haven't left. They certainly haven't lessened.
They just aren't as important any more. When you focus on something other than your struggles, you don't notice the hard stuff. They don't matter as much. Especially if you let God be all you need. If you let Him be number one in your life.
If you do that, life is a little more bearable. I mean, come on! You have God on your side.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Prologue for Three Years, Two Lives, One Truth
Why? Her mouth tried to form the word, but her voice wasn’t working for some reason. ‘Must be shock,’ thought the inner person in her brain.
Why? Why was her world collapsing around her?
Why? Why did they choose her family? Why her? What did she do, that deserved this?
Why? Why did these people come in and kill her parents? Her sister? Her younger sister? Her best friend?
Why? Why are they lying there dead? Who are these people?
Why? Why did they have to die?
Why? Why would God do this to her? They were only doing His work that He called them to do.
Why? Why couldn’t this happen to someone else?
Why? Once again the word vibrated around in her hurting, shocked mind. This time her mouth formed the word.
“Why?” whispered Danya, then louder this time, “WHY?”
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Why? The single syllable word reverberated around in Jiya’s mind.
Why? Her mouth formed the word, but her throat seemed incapable of making a sound.
Why? Why was her world falling apart around her?
Why? Why did they choose her? What did she do that brought this on?
Why? Why them? What did she and Jace do to deserve this?
Why? Why were the others left? Why her? Why Jace?
Why? Why this sick game?
Why? Why would God let this happen? She was only waiting for her parents’ return.
Why? Why are her parents gone? They left and then this happens? Was it something they did? If so, where are they? What are they doing?
Why? Why couldn’t this happen to someone else?
Why? As before her mouth formed the word, this time the throat cooperated.
“Why?” whispered Jiya, than louder this time, “WHY?”
A poem for my English class
Are they filled with loneliness,
Like prisoner kept in solitary confinement?
Are they burning with rage,
Like a mama bear separated from her cubs?
Are they filled with hope,
Like a pregnant mother rubbing her rounded tummy?
Or are they avoiding life,
Like the plague?
Do they just sit around all day,
Like a bored teenager with no source of entertainment?
Do they lash out at everyone,
Like pit bull kept on a chain?
Do they talk about the good times and the future ones,
Like a grandmother talks about her grandchildren?
Or do they just sit down and die,
Like a person without Jesus,
Without hope?
What happens when friends are kept apart?
The color 'green'
The other day I was wondering what it would be like if the color 'green' didn't exist. 'How?' you might ask. It just doesn't. It never did.
'But grass is 'green',' you might tell a person.
'No,' they respond. 'Grass is 'blue'.'
You don't know what to do. Because in your mind, grass is 'green'. End of argument. Grass has always been 'green'. It never was another color. You look outside. Seeing what in your mind is very 'green' grass, you point out to your fellow person that the grass is indeed very 'green'.
The person shakes his or her head. 'Nope, that grass is 'blue'. And what is this 'green' you are talking about? I have never heard of it.'
'Grass is 'green'!' you insist. ''Green' is the color of grass. The color made by mixing yellow and blue. Leaves are 'green'. Some trees are 'green'.'
But the other person also insisted that all that you have said is 'blue' not 'green'. S/he also insisted that the color 'green' doesn't exist. There is only red, orange, yellow, blue, and purple. No 'green'.
You are shocked. You know that you are right. There is a 'green' and this person's 'blue' is most certainly 'green'. They just have no idea what they are talking about.
I bet you have done that exact thing before in real life. Don't look at me that way. Of course I am not referring to colors. I am talking about real life. When have you been convinced of something, but someone argues with you about it.
You know you are right.
Of course.
And you know that they are wrong.
Of course.
But how often is it that we are actually agreeing on something?
The two people in the above example were really agreeing with each other. The grass's color never changed. It was always the same. The thing that changed was the person.
'A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.'
How often have you called someone's blue green?
How often have you judged someone only to find that you were judging yourself?
How often have you argued only to find that you were agreeing?
My answer to all those questions is way too many times. I have argued so many times only to find that I was wrong or even agreeing with the person. Arguments can ruin friendships and lives.
They are still the same if the above story was true.