|
SubscriptionsSites I Read
|
|
|
|
| I read a quote that said that if you find out what you are angry about is to discover what you are passionate about:
I am going to set this up for any one who reads this; it is an email that I wrote in response to my father, who as far as I know is not a follower of Christ, saying that I am angry with the world, if I seem like I am being arrogant about this, I am not at all, I am just extremely frustrated with what he has said about me and my family to anyone who will listen.
You say that I am mad at the world, but you are the one who spews your
anger to anyone and everyone who will listen to you (Liz, Mom, Me,
Taylor, Mike, Debo, and even your own mother.) I am not mad at the
world, in fact when I tell the people closest to me that this is said
about me they laugh and wonder who would say that about me. I am not
angry with the world, I am angry with a father who is a coward: a coward
because he is afraid to change who he has become for fear of the work
that would come with changing, a coward because he cannot defend any of his actions instead
choosing to attack those who question him, a coward because he refuses
to grow up and accept responsibility for his actions, a coward who
hides behind idle threats and blackmail.
I think you are confused
about who is angry at the world, and I really don't think you have any grounds to be talking to me
about being a man, when you yourself have shown nothing but cowardice
about everythign you have done in the last several years, whenever life
got hard, you tucked your tail and ran to a half gallon bottle. Be a man, take a stand, quit
talking and do somethign. Be the man that you, without reason, accuse
me of not being, because you do not know me anymore, but then again you
never really did. I know you probably won't respond to a single point that I have
made, and you will probably just reply to this about how worthless I am
and how I will never be a preacher of God's word, but you aren't going
to stop me from achieving my goals.
I did not choose ministry as my
calling, otherwise it would not be a calling; callings are straight
from the will of God, and when one tries to choose his calling he ends
up miserable, because he or she is going against the will of God. And
when one goes against the will of God he or she might as well be fighting upstream in the Mississippi river. Whenever one swims against the current they will either end up on
the shore, exhausted and no closer to their goals than when they began,
or at the bottom of the river never to be seen again.
Some would say that this will of God is something that no one will
ever know, and end up not doing anything because they have not
discovered it. They believe that the reason why they have not
discovered the will of God is because it is something that is
mysterious and beyond human comprehension, it is only mysterious and
beyond comprehension to them because they have not asked God what His
will is with their life. I really do hope that at some point you sit
down with God and have this discussion with Him, it is the only way you
will ever experience true joy in your life. I know that you are not
going to listen to what I have to say, and I know that your response to
this email will most likely be the same response to all of the emails I
have sent you, but as I said, try as you might, you can not stop me
from spreading the word of God.
Dillon Harvey
Anyways comment on it if you want, I always am interested to see what people say about what I think about things.
| | |
| Why is it that the only time I ever add anything to this thing is in the middle of the night when I can't sleep, anyways I just had one of those kind of surreal moments that we all have in life, I was going through editing out subscriptions to people's xangas that I didn't want and I ran across one that I had not read in a while, but something in the name caused me to take a second look at it. It hit me like a ton of bricks; I did not know this person very well at all, I had met her at a church camp and we were friends for that trip, but then typical of any camp you kind of lose touch. It's just one of those things that happens. It's weird to think that she was here with us at one point, and now she is gone, no one will see her on this earth again. I read her last post, which was weird, but not nearly as weird as the comments that followed it, they went from silly woohoo posts, to the worrying over not knowing whether she was okay, to the final goodbyes. Now I say that with some hesitation, because she was a follower of Christ, at least from what I saw and heard from her. And for us there are no final goodbyes, but from all my understanding (which is very little) there comes a point where we can no longer do the Lord's work with our lives. We are only given so many moments, so many heartbeats, so many breaths, and there is no getting back any of them. (I'm going to borrow a phrase from Erwin McManus here) We only have so many "Divine Moments." Now I do realize that there will be many chances to seize these moments and make the most of them, but for those moments that we miss.. they are gone, and they can not be gotten back. It is something that is almost overwhelming for me.. to think of every moment that I have missed, and know that there are multitudes more that I don't even know I missed.
| | |
| *disclaimer* if it pisses you off, quit reading it.... now*end disclaimer*
It's been one of those nights that I hate; I have alot going on in my head and I can't sleep. An interesting thought entered my head though, and is a good example of why "church" frustrates me. It is the fact that in most of the churches in this area you have a community of wasps. The whole concept frustrates me because they not only do not make anyone feel welcomed there, but there are no people outside of a certain socioeconomic level. It is a bubble, its own little world where people beleive that they are safe. Safe, not from vandals and thieves, but from ideas and topics. They have created their own little safety net under which the word of God is held. They let out what they want to hear, leaving the rest trapped under the net.
Christ says whatever you do unto the least of these you do unto me. People take that to mean well maybe we should go give money to a soup kitchen, or put canned goods out on our front porch for the boyscouts to pick up(which I think is a great thing to do by the way; you will see where I am going with this), but if you were to press the idea of inviting someone who would eat that food in a soup kitchen into (what they think is)THEIR church to listen to HIS word, there would be strokes, if not riots. What does that mean, if we will not let those who we view as less fortunate than ourselves into our houses of worship, if we are unwilling to share what our preacher has to say with those who are less fortunate, if we are uncomfortable sitting next to someone who is dressed in rags and has an overall "unclean" appearance.
It raises the question: Would Christ even be allowed into HIS house to worship, would the blood on his feet and dripping from his back be enough to keep us from disallowing him into our churches, for fear he stain the new carpet? Or would it simply be because he does not fit our description of what Christ is, that blue eyed white guy with the beard we all see in the pictures. Remember, God created us in HIS image, and for some reason we have turned that around into we can create HIM into our image. Would he be disallowed because He would preach a Gospel that was straight from the mouth of God with the fire of the Holy Spirit in it and not have any political spin on it, or that it would step on someone's toes because HE would say something that would condemn someone of another faith to an eternity in hell, even though Christ was beaten and mocked following God's will for his life?
I will be surprised if anyone reads this at all, much less if they finish it. But what do I know.. I'm just a kid with a dream of being a part of something bigger than myself.
| | |
|
