Thursday, December 07, 2006

Begin again.

I'll think of something to post here soon.

Monday, October 16, 2006

If it was easy.

I wish I had one at least one problem in my life with a obvious, clear-cut solution.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Strange Visitor.

Last Son.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

And I Quote...

"I'm just not sure how Christian you are."

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Superman Returns Review.

It occured to me last night that I never wrote a review for Superman Returns. Well, here it is.

Watching Superman Returns was like looking into the very face of God and hearing Him say that you are His most wonderous creation.

And there you have it.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Their Fire Has Gone Out of the Universe. (part 2)

I admit, there are times I am vexed by the behavior of my own people.

Yes, ‘vexed’ is a good word.

As a whole, are Christians what they should be? What they are supposed to be? What do you think of when you think of the term? Kindness, resolution, will, courage, compassion, peace? Well, if you aren’t a Christian odds are you think one of two things: ‘naïve goody-two-shoes’ or ‘hypocritical zealot’. If you are a Christian, you probably think ‘people like me’.

Are any of those things wrong?

We have a negative image in today’s media. We are slaves to our society and to its rules. Why? We bicker and squabble about interpretation and denomination instead of helping people. We let the big things in our world go, like liberating the oppressed or taking care of others, so we can have more time to argue about whether or not women should be preachers or Christians should have tattoos or listen to “non-Christian” music. The mote in your brother’s eye, as it was. It’s bullshit.

See? Just now, honestly, what ran through your mind? Was it “Christians shouldn’t cuss” or “maybe that’s true”?

How often do we blindly adhere to a set of moral guidelines and reject they that don’t (by our standards) and dismiss (consciously or otherwise) what they have to say because it appears to contradict what we’re told? Have you ever read a Buddhist text without the intent of trying to point out the “non-Christian” elements? Sat and talked with someone of the Muslim faith without the intent of changing what they think? What is the difference between Buddhist thinking and Christian thinking when it comes to morality?

How many Christians do you think would follow Christ if he came today and not thousands of years ago?

How many would still be Christians if there was no promise of Heaven, if the only “reward” was the knowledge that you were doing what was right?

I have no pretense about what I am. I’m not some ‘chosen one’ or ‘superhero’. I’m far from a ‘white knight’. I’m not sitting atop my self-righteous Olympus, casting down bolts of judgment. But if you count yourself a Christian, can you really tell me that you’re ok with how things are?

Monday, August 21, 2006

That is Why You Fail.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


- Dylan Thomas

Frustrated. In one word, that is how I am feeling presently. I'm struggling to find my feet. To know what the hell I am supposed to be doing. If I even have a personality, or if I am merely the sum of all the people I admire. This isn't really where I hoped to be at 22, but "we take what we are given" to quote master Kol Skywalker.

At what point does resolution turn into disassociation from reality? At what point is it worthless to pick yourself back up? I'm not sure I know, and I'm not sure I would believe you if you told me.