good points by my mate Jack...

...who is also better known as C.S.Lewis in some circles...


"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
...
A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word 'darkness' on the walls of his cell.
...

...that people often say about Him: "I'm ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don't accept His claim to be God." That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic--on a level with the man who says he is a poached egg--or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God: or else a madman or something worse. You can shut Him up for a fool, you can spit at Him and kill Him as a demon; or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronising nonsense about His being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.
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I live in the Managerial Age, in a world of "Admin." The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid "dens of crime" that Dickens loved to paint. It is not done even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it is conceived and ordered (moved, seconded, carried, and minuted) in clean, carpeted, warmed and well-lighted offices, by quiet men with white collars and cut fingernails and smooth-shaven cheeks who do not need to raise their voices. Hence, naturally enough, my symbol for Hell is something like the bureaucracy of a police state or the office of a thoroughly nasty business concern.
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You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.
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I have found a desire within myself that no experience in this world can satisfy; the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.
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It is no good asking for a simple religion. Real things are not simple. They look simple, but they are not. The table I'm sitting at looks simple: but ask a scientist to tell you what it is really made of - all about the atoms and how the light waves rebound from them and hit my eye and what they do to my optic nerve and what it does to my brain - and, of course, you'll find that what we call 'seeing a table' lands you in mysteries and complications which you can hardly get to the end of. A child saying a child's prayer looks simple. And if you are content to stop there, well and good. But if you are not - and the modern world usually is not - if you want to go on and ask what is really happening - then you must be prepared for something difficult. If we ask for something more than simplicity, it is silly then to complain that the something is not more simple."

sunday afternoon poem

Black clouds brush over
and i can't see silver lining
where did i put those
sunglasses that made the world look
yellow and pink

don't know how to talk to you
you make me very conscious
of myself
and not sure if i like
what i see

hope that when time goes by
i can earn your trust and
friendship
that is what i pray

but see things are done very differently
here
girls don't have place in this world
not that we can't play
but there is just no space
or they don't want us there

he is my shepherd i shall not fear
i shall not lack
that is good
otherwise i might just loose it
and go and run and hide

who wants to take care
and care
please let there be someone

o God.

tuesday thoughts.

So often our actions are motivated by fear.
So often we are driven by our fears.
A fear of abandonment
a fear of rejection
a fear of being caught
a fear of being laughed at
a fear of not being what we want to be
a fear of men...

Perfect love casts out all fear.
What is love?
To me it is all about acceptance
and commitment.
I know who you are
and I still,
and because of that
choose to love you.
I am committed to you
and would not go away
no matter what.

To me, the biggest fear of them all is
to often to be able to express myself
and to sort of let loose,
to be what I am or what I am not,
honest and not clear,
not fitting into boxes
and being sometimes too little
and sometimes too much,
to be all that comes in this package
that is me.
And then I am scared of it,
seeking whether I am still accepted,
if people still want to stick around
if they still like me
after all of that.
Am I too much for them,
or not enough?

I guess it doesn't really even matter
as I can't be answer to anyone's question
or need. God is.
And He is. He has always been.
And always will.

Yet,
To me, the biggest wonder of them all
is
if you still stay,
if you still listen,
if you still answer
and if you still ask.

few things to think about...

What is your response to these?

In essentials -> unity
In non-essentials -> liberty
In all things -> love.

- (source unknown)

“In the beginning the church was a fellowship of men and women
centering on the living Christ. Then the church moved to Greece,
where it became a philosophy. Then it moved to Rome,
where it became an institution. Next, it moved to Europe,
where it became a culture. And, finally, it moved
to America, where it became an enterprise.”

- Rev. Richard Halvorson, former chaplain to the U.S. Senate

music theme continues...

I absolutely love this...
I wonder if they sell club for five cd's in
amazon as i need to get one...LOL

*Joshua Rap*

For God's story on monday me
and Katie wrote this rap about Joshua
and Israelites...based on few first chapters in
the book of Joshua. I think it might have been
even recorded... :D
My first public rap perfomance hehee.
It was fun!
_______________________
After 40 years
living in fears
going beserk
wandering in desert
The time is drawing near
for a change in the atmosphere

Don't you just hate it
Moses never made it
But Josh the son of Nun
is gonna get the job done
God has promised him
to always be with him
Be bold be strong!
And nothing will go wrong.
Together we will make it
the Land is there: Just take it!

From the wilderness in Lebanon
to the great sea setting toward the son
I will end the story
as you take the territory
Be strong and do right
each day I will be your delight

So off they go and cross the river
wonder if cold water of the Jordan made them shiver
to make things right they all got cut
and share a meal on the fourteenth day of the month
As sure as the sun is bright
they had to set things right

First city they conquered was Jericho
where they strategy was just to shout: "YA-YE-YO!"
The walls of the city came down
and the glory of God was shown
Between Israel's tribes
they took no bribes
but divided the Land
Land of milk, honey and sand.

take off my shoes.

I’ll take off my shoes, I’m coming in,
Untie this rope, I’m staying with him,
Love of my life, I’ll live and die,
Just for the moments for my king and I.

Why did you call, why did you wait,
For someone so guilty, someone so fake.
There are no words for my beautiful song,
Now I’m in the arms of my beautiful one.

Hold me, blow all the pride from my bones,
With your fire.
Hold me, breathe on this heart made of stone,
Keep it pure.
Hold me, saviour of heaven and earth,
King forever.
Hold me, love of my life lead me on,
Through the fire, lead me on...

I’ll take off this crown and fall at your feet,
The secret of joy are the moments we meet.
How could a man with all of your fame,
Pull me from darkness and call me by name.

So hold me today, as I carry your cross,
Into the desert to find who is lost.
Look at my hands, they’re still full of faith,
God keep them clean till we finish the race.

Written by Delirious? ©2005 Curious? Music UK