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Religion in the Bible
James 1:26-27 AMP If anyone thinks himself to be religious (piously observant of the external duties of his faith) and does not bridle his tongue but deludes his own heart, this person's religious service is worthless (futile, barren). External religious worship [religion as it is expressed in outward acts] that is pure and unblemished in the sight of God the Father is this: to visit and help and care for the orphans and widows in their affliction and need, and to keep oneself unspotted and uncontaminated from the world.
When Dr. Feel Good Has Is No Help
You have made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in you. -St. Augustine We live in an age of instant gratification and self praise. A time where social media allows us to present any face we want to anyone that wants to follow us. A time where terror and terrorism is pandemic. No one is left untouched by the horrific spectacle of beheadings, car bombs, and economic quakes. We all see it, but we don't want to feel it. We don't want to live with the harsh reality of a broken world. Many would call this the problem of pain. All the same, we "like" a selfie just as quickly as a tasty looking burger-fie or fluffy animal. But as I look at society, my life as well, I see that really, what we are confronted with as individuals, is the problem of pleasure when we live as atheists. Christians included. The original definition of atheism, in the ancient world, is not to deny the existence of God, but "to live without God," in the same sense that apathy is to live without feeling. Sidenot; more accurately, apathy breaks down to a-without, pathos-suffering. So, it is possible for Christians to live an atheist life, if they are making decisions and living as if they are without a relationship with God. The issue lies with us instead of making everything and everyone else our source of joy and pleasure, and not God. When I was a teen I had no greater desire than to have a girlfriend. Someone who actually found me attractive and kissable. The thirst was real! And I'd write this girl poems and listen to that girl's rambles about N'sync (I'm old, I know.) Essentialy, I wanted someone to acknowledge that I had value. That I mattered. But when those girls rejected my bf application, I was crushed, like a soda can being recycled. But not even getting the five cents back. What's a boy to do in the 90's but lick his wounds in a cave filled with pizza and Halo? Video games were another way I tried to affirm my value. Whoop butt at Mario Kart 64 or later on, get a Nuke. I looked to friends but even those relationships weren't able to able support the idea that I had value. Mainly because I hurt some of my closest friends and lost those relationships. Bbq's, friends, 100 likes on Instagram, family, career, gf's/bf's, money, all these things are temporary pleasures. They can end. Sometimes unexpectedly and abruptly, and then that hole becomes apparent. The fact that all these pleasures have not filled us in some way. That we can cram our lives full of them, and still not be fulfilled. That is what I call the problem of pleasure. I think it is most commonly expressed when we ask, "Is there more to life than this?" That is not a question we usually ask when dealing with the problem of pain. We ask it when everything is going good but we still feel as if something is lacking. Christians, this can happen to us too. Don't allow yourself to get to where you worship the created things more than the Creator. In John 4, Jesus met a woman at a well. Again, the thirst was real. I encourage you to read about that woman's encounter with Jesus. She was tired of going every day in the Arabian heat to fetch water. Jesus promised her he had the goods to make her never have to go and get water again. In fact, she'd be a fountain of living water. This is what I find most amazing. When you live with God everyday, that thirst for purpose and value is satisfied. It doesnt mean that you don't have needs or desires. What it means is that Jesus in you creates a relationship with God that fully satisfies. God is eternal, he will never die and leave a hole. In fact, He died to fill that hole in you. He won't ever say you're not good enough and walk out on you. He gives us the perfect life of Jesus to our credit so in him we're perfect before God. Now, I ask you, are you tired of running to empty wells? Fellow Christians, are you drinking dirty water instead of from the fountain in you? Psalms 16:2 AMP I say to the Lord, You are my Lord; I have no good beside or beyond You.
Well said, St. Augustine, well said.
Made this after reading Galatians 6:1-10. Read it in a bible commentary and really made me think.
Of All That Glitters
Write the words, tell it well, Such laden thoughts on me befell. Can I sift through Summer’s days? Noble youth glistens in its rays. Is this pan and mesh knit so to hold That rarity of gold?
They eye is young, and poorly spun The net set under clouded sun. Thus I surveyed the quarry’s fill; Acts of evil and good will. I saw some in chains that shined, Glorious though, were the ones themselves refined
Those of my age were of no aid Their thin fingers lacked luster as they played An overture prolonged, a dirge replayed No shimmering sweat under steady shade God bless the planter of a fruitful tree God help those waiting on gravity
True faith is not passive but active. It requires that we meet certain conditions, that we allow the teachings of Christ to dominate our total lives from the moment we believe. The man of saving faith must be willing to be different from others. The effort to enjoy the benefits of redemption while enmeshed in the world is futile. We must choose one or the other; and faith quickly makes its choice, one from which there is no retreat.
A.W. Tozer, Man, The Dwelling Place of God
Why be pro-life? I mean, do you know what hyperemesis gravidarum, pre-eclampsia, and ectopic pregnancies are? Do you know how physically hellish pregnancy can be for a woman? Do you know all of the different ways that pregnancy can cause mental and emotional distress to a woman? Do you know how emotionally scarring it can be to give a child up for adoption? Or do you just not care about any of that, which proves that your views on this issue are incredibly hateful?
Do I know how physically hellish pregnancies can be? I got pregnant with my first son when I was 17 years old. I was the top of my class, dating my high school sweet heart for 3 years (Mr. prom king himself). I was a cheerleader, varsity team since I was a freshman, runner up for Miss Wallace, and the school “artist”. When I got pregnant, absolutely everyone around me told me I should get an abortion. My boyfriend and his parents, my parents and my friends, and every single one of my teachers (who I considered my friends). I wanted to keep my son, but every day I got pulled out of class, pestered by my teachers to get an abortion, that they would drive me to the clinic themselves, that “nobody would have to know”. I was firm on my decision. I wanted to keep my son. I was harassed to get an abortion until I was about 6 months pregnant, in which at that point I was rejected by my family and friends, and my teachers. To make matters worse, I began to get a pain in my leg that was so severe I couldn’t stop vomiting. I went to the E.R. and they found that I had a D.V.T. Deep vein thrombosis. After several tests they confirmed that I had 2 types of blood disorders, that are so severe I need to be on anti coagulants for the rest of my life, so severe that any pregnancy is life threatening. The doctors urged me to get an abortion, and once again I refused. I was admitted into the hospital for 2 weeks, with the only anticoagulant approved during pregnancies: lovenox. Lovenox is a shot to the stomach that you take every 12 hours, for the remainder of the pregnancy and 2 months after. The feeling of a D.V.T when it completely clots your leg, is like hooking up a hose to the inside of your leg, filling it up with water until your skin is ready to burst, then plugging the hole. It is beyond excruciating. To deliver my son, was even more dangerous. When you are on blood thinners, your blood is kept 10 x thinner then the average person, so I was at an extreme bleeding risk. If for some reason I needed a c-section, or I had other problems, I could have simply hemorrhaged to death. I delivered my healthy baby boy a few months later, the delivery went wonderful. After I had my son, I went to school at the University of Idaho, to study physiology. Here is a photo of my son, who is now 8 years old. He plays the piano, enjoys legos, minecraft, speaks 3 languages and by his choice is a vegan. He is vibrant and compassionate and loves to make others happy, in the morning when I wake up he makes coffee, and occasionally leaves notes under my bedroom door telling me how much he loves me. He always fights for the smaller person, loves babies and children, and tells me that he cannot wait to get married (often asks me how to get a wife lol). This is the face of the boy that every one I knew told me to abort.
But dear, that isn’t it. When my son was very young, I began to date a man and we were intimate very early in our relationship. He was much older then I was, and he told me he was sterile. He lied. After we had been dating for 2 months I became pregnant again. He was unsupportive of the pregnancy. He urged me to get an abortion. I refused. And so began the abuse. At first it was just control of my life. He took away friends, family. Then he took away my car, my phone, my job. He stole my life. Eventually the abuse became so severe I tried to run away. I bundled my son up in a winter coat and began to walk. We lived in a very first class neighborhood, and he was very well respected, and very well off. When the cops picked me up they told me that if I tried that again, they would take my son away. Then he locked me in a bathroom for 3 days. When I finally cut a hole in the window screen, and climbed down off the roof to run across the street he grabbed me by the neck and tried to kill me. I can barely remember what happened, all I know is there was not one part on my body that was not injured bruised. After months of trying to escape, I finally was able to contact my mother who took me in. But that wasn’t the end of it. When I was about 5 months pregnant, I began to feel a sharp stabbing in my chest when I inhaled. I went to the E.R. They found a Pulmonary embolism in my lungs (blood clot in my lungs). These are extremely fatal. This part of the story is similar, I was admitted into the hospital, I took a shot ever 12 hours into my stomach, and after months finally delivered my second son. He is 7 years old. Here is a photo of my son. For his safety the photo I attached he is actually about 4 years old. He is a very quiet and gentle little boy. He literally cannot kill a fly (he catches them and throws them outside), he enjoys cuddling, hugging random strangers (unfortunately), praying, and day dreaming. I have personally never met anyone who is as sweet, unselfish, gentle, and loving as him. He loves to pray, and also loves scary things like ghosts and skeletons because they are “misunderstood”.
After I got my life back together, I married a wonderful man. After we were married for sometime, I got pregnant with my daughter. During this pregnancy I had a D.V.T and a P.E. I was hospitalized for nearly a month hooked up to machines to make sure my heart did not stop (the clots pass through the heart before they are thrown into the lungs). The doctors threatened to sterilize me without my permission. They called me “selfish” for wanting to keep my child. They told me that I was a bad mother because I wanted to keep my child. I delivered my princess, my vibrant, brilliant daughter. She has the longest most beautiful hair I have ever seen, she is soft spoken but wild and a true lady like little girl.
The Doctors told me they weren’t worth dying for. All the suffering I went through, all the shots I took, the bruises in my belly, It means nothing. In fact the second I held them in my arms I nearly forgot all of it. It meant nothing in comparison to the PEOPLE they are.
But dear, that isn’t the end of the story. A few months ago I had a pain in my leg that i noticed while at work. it wouldnt go away and got worse and worse. I went to the E.R. and they found not only a D.V.T that went up my leg, but also giant bi-lateral clots (P.E. in both lungs). But that’s not all they found. I also found out that I am expecting <3 I spent a few weeks in the hospital. It has been difficult to breath but I get a long just fine (it feels as if I am constantly out of breath from running). I am taking my shots, every day, in my stomach to be sure that the clots desolve, and that I don’t get anymore. And this February I will meet my child, my little person.
I’m 26 years old. I own a home, I live a wonderful life. I am well educated, I own a business, I have a family, and it is ONLY because of my children that I have pushed myself. It is ONLY because of my children that I have lived the life I have, that I never gave up. A lot of anti-pro lifers ask me, why would you risk your life for your “fetus”? Because this life in me, isn’t a fetus, its a child, its a person. And there is no greater glory to a Mother, then to give her life for the life of her child. I’m not scared of pregnancy, I’m not scared of death. I live a beautiful simple life, full of love and joy. I am satisfied at 26 to the point I feel I have lived a 1000 years of happiness. So, to answer you question, do I know how difficult pregnancy is? Absolutely. In fact, I am my obgyns FAVORTIE patient. I see 4 doctors every other week, and take weekly blood tests. My stomach is covered with bruises from the injections, bruises that I have to shove a needle back into to inject again and again. And I would do it all over. Any ‘pro choicer’ has absolutely NO right to speak for women who have life threatening pregnancies. Any ‘pro choicer’ has absolutely NO RIGHT to speak about the value of children, when you have never even held your own. You want to speak for women who want abortions? Speak for another group, because I have met women who would and have risked their life to have a pregnancy that wasn’t “convenient”. You telling me about emotional, mental and physical stress of a pregnancy, when I lied in a hospital when I was 17 months old mocked by every one I loved while i lived in fear of death? You are telling me that I just don’t “care” about any of that, that it proves that my views are hateful? Think again. When I risk my lives for my children, I do it because my love is completely unselfish. Because WHO am I to decide that my life is more valuable than anyone else life? Who am I? They were worth it. I promise you.
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Update:
Meet Portia, born Feb 9th.
This is still my favorite post ever.
It always angers me when people act like the only way to help women in difficult or dangerous pregnancies is to give them abortions, or even shame them into getting one.
What about modern science? What about the studies that have showed how unnecessary interventions in hospital births increase the risk of infant and maternal deaths? What about the education women need to know in order to eat and live healthily to prevent a wide spread of pregnancy complications?
Do pro-choicers not want to educate and empower women? Or is it easier and cheaper for them to lead a mother to an abortion mill?
My pregnancy was no where near as crazy or hellish as alwaysabeautifullife's three pregnancies, but it had it's complications near the end. I had such severe back pain (most likely back labor), that I would throw up, and keep nothing down; no position was comfortable, and the pain was constant. I had to be put on a lot of fluids and the only medicine that slowed down the early labor and eased my pain was morphine and hydromorphone. I had my baby around 35/36 weeks, and she was born with breathing problems and had to be weaned off of her morphine addiction. I was there with her every day in the NICU for two weeks, my husband there for the first week before he had to return to work. AND I was recovering from a newly deflated labia that had swollen to the size of my fist (thank you fluids) and an episiotomy that left me faint and weak from bloodloss.
Again, no where near as bad as the alwaysabeautifullife:’s pregnancies, but I had a pretty sobering glimpse of the worry, fear, and pain a difficult pregnancy can give…and here I am, with a healthy, beautiful daughter and still against abortion. And wanting to truly make my next birth a healthy, natural homebirth!
Women deserve education and nonviolent support, not the so-called “choice” of abortion that belittles the strength of mothers and the advancement of medical science.
Those children are absolutely beautiful!
I will reblog this every single time it comes up on my dashboard.
"Good Morning" “How was your day?” “Be careful” “Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe” “Sweet dreams” “How are you?” “I hope you’re feeling better” “Have a good day today!” “I miss you” “Good night” “Can you come over?” “Can I come over?” “Can I see you?” “Can I call you?” “You’re beautiful” “Want something to drink?” “Watch your step” “Let’s watch a movie” “What are you up to?” “How is your day so far?” “It will be okay” “I’m here for you” “Do you need anything?” “Are you hungry?” “I just wanted to hear your voice” “You just made my day” … You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.
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The most important discovery to make when you're young is not who you want but who you are.
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Honoring Robin Williams the only way I know how. Feeling like I want to celebrate his life and yet, just really bummed out that he committed suicide. Samples from DPS 'cause he portrayed the kind of inspiring teacher I wish I could be.
if you're battling depression, please reach out for help!
Went on an Adventure Time binge last week. Also, knew I needed to keep working on composing melodies. This was mostly to explore various modes for the key of E major and some minor harmonies. And because Gunter is a sassy penguin banging on a keyboard like me. And no, you can't have my soul either.
Real Talk for Christians
Imagine the drastic change in the quality of your life and relationships if you actually focused on living this every day. Ephesians 4:29 AMP Let no foul or polluting language, nor evil word nor unwholesome or worthless talk [ever] come out of your mouth, but only such [speech] as is good and beneficial to the spiritual progress of others, as is fitting to the need and the occasion, that it may be a blessing and give grace (God's favor) to those who hear it.
"Good Morning" “How was your day?” “Be careful” “Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe” “Sweet dreams” “How are you?” “I hope you’re feeling better” “Have a good day today!” “I miss you” “Good night” “Can you come over?” “Can I come over?” “Can I see you?” “Can I call you?” “You’re beautiful” “Want something to drink?” “Watch your step” “Let’s watch a movie” “What are you up to?” “How is your day so far?” “It will be okay” “I’m here for you” “Do you need anything?” “Are you hungry?” “I just wanted to hear your voice” “You just made my day” … You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.
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Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art…. It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.
C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (via feellng)
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