12.17.2009
Forgiveness
12.16.2009
myspace profile
11.23.2009
H2IK
AJ once told me that the idea of a man knowing everything about something is folly. His word, not mine. He said that man, by his very nature, is dependant on other men. We need each other to survive. The problem is getting anybody to admit that. As a species, we pride ourselves on being self-sufficient. Why ask a stranger for directions? We’d rather stay stubborn and lost.
Like it or not, man by his very nature is dependant on other men. We call ourselves explorers… independent… courageous… but what are we without the support of our brothers? I mean, how far do we truly get if we try to do everything alone? When the simplest, smallest thing can drag the whole world around you to a halt, I want peace of mind. I want to rely on my brother. And know that he’ll find the wrench if I don’t.
9.13.2009
Crossing the Rubicon
8.22.2009
Insomnia
7.17.2009
Bethany.
So I haven’t blogged all summer. This is quite unfortunate, because it’s been a real darn hootin’ good time and I’m sure ANY reader would be ECSTATIC to hear about it, but also fortunate, because it’s evidence that I have better things to do with my time than sit in front of a computer. Until now, obviously… while I don’t even have access to the Internet. So I’m typing this out on Word, and will probably publish it either tomorrow or never.
I don’t know how many blogs I’ve come up with in my head while I shower. Probably somewhere around 32. It’s become somewhat part of my shower routine now. I just never write ‘em down. But lately I’ve been coming up with a list. A list I really like. A list I’d rather not forget. Hence what you’re reading now. (Err, later. Well, you’ll get to it.)
If you don’t Facebook stalk or hang out with me often, then you probably don’t even know that I’m at the beach this week. Yes, that’s right, THE BEACH. You know, that sunny, sandy, wet place that has attracted inlanders to its shores for thousands of years… blessing local teenage boys with summer jobs as heroic lifeguards who basically sit and tan for weeks and millions of teenage girls a reason to eat only lettuce so they look good in that teeny bikini. Yes, my friend, THAT beloved sand trap of a sunburn is where I have been for the past 6 days.
Sadly, we’ll be leaving tomorrow. As it’s been an annual trip with my mom’s side of the family since before I was born, you could say our clan has developed quite a soft spot in our hearts for lil ol’ Bethany West. In fact, this week is my favorite week of the whole year. Every year. We’ve rented the same beach house, complete with a spiral staircase and breakfast bar, for a number of years now and don’t hesitate to call this place our second home. But it’s more than just the house, the sandy shore, or the tanning heroic lifeguards that bring us back each year. It’s the time we spend with each other. The following is a list I’ve compiled. The list I told you I didn’t want to forget. The one I liked. It’s a list of 50 reasons why I love the beach.5.10.2009
Play: PA
5.06.2009
Doesn't anyone care about finals around here?
5.05.2009
Carpe Diem
5.02.2009
Can't Go Back Now
4.23.2009
Brainage Drainage
4.19.2009
My heart an altar, and Thy love the frame
4.18.2009
An Honesty of Expression
4.12.2009
Bunnies, Eggs, and the Savior of the World
Hi Blog-o-sphere.
I started a blog again.
I think the only reason I stopped the other one was because I hadn't written in so long, and I thought it was kind of pointless. Yesterday, however, I snooped on some of my friend's blogs (friends who I didn't even know had blogs, actually) and I realized once again how much I love to write, and how blogging would give me a chance to do that. And so here I am, back online.
I'm writing this from Florida, which, in fact, is very awesome. On an awesome scale of 1 to 10, I'd even say it's an 11. Some may argue 12. A friend of mine comes down south each year around Easter and this year I was invited to join them. (And who, in their right mind, would say no to Florida?!) I've learned it's called the Sunshine State for good reason, too. Yesterday, it was "cloudy" and I had to wear sunglasses. Hooooly toleeeeedo, I want to move here.
Today is Easter. The day the Easter Bunny comes and hides eggs. (Okay. Pause. I know I cannot be the only one to find it completely messed up that the mascot of Easter is a bunny. Is there any relation to Easter and bunnies? No. Also, why would a bunny be delivering eggs? It’s the only springtime animal that does not lay eggs. Stupid. Now I do realize that it comes from some pagan holiday tradition, and the goddess called Easter was a rabbit, or something. But that idea just adds immorality to this whole thing. Stupid. ) Easter is also the day everyone goes to church, even if they never do any other Sunday of the year. Which is something else I fail to understand.
Maybe it’s because I’m a regular churchgoer, and I always have been, but that has got to be the most bizarre thing our society consecutively partakes in, every Easter Sunday. Why do people come to church, just once? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not discouraging anyone from going to a church on Easter, but I’m just wondering if there’s a point to it. Church isn’t a place to just hang out. It’s not a place to “make an appearance.” It’s not a place for casual attitudes. And of all Sundays, Easter Sunday should be the most radical, the most extravagant, the most exhilarated, electrified… life-changing. It should be the one service that keeps you coming back every single Sunday after that. Easter Sunday is the celebration of the foundation of our faith!
There is nothing halfhearted about it.
This morning I sat in a pew behind a family who brought baskets of candy in with them, so that the little girl would have something to do during the service. Girls were texting. Boys were playing with girls’ hair. A grandmother was recommending a good book to her granddaughter. Across the aisle a couple sat together, politely sitting straight up, holding hands at points. They looked as though they were listening attentively. Everyone, including myself, stood when asked to stand, everyone sang when asked to sing. Everyone sat while the Pastor spoke. And after he finished speaking, everyone left when told to leave.
… Did I miss something?
Today is the anniversary of Jesus Christ RESSURRECTING from the DEAD. He died! And then He came back to life! And because of HIM I am now guaranteed Eternal Life forever. Forever! Forever I will LIVE because of what happened on this day so many years ago… And I just sat in a pew for 2 hours?! Did I even think about Him for the rest of the day? Or did I go home and hunt eggs and eat ham and jelly beans?
The MAN who saved the world was raised from the dead. That’s some INTENSE and SERIOUS stuff. I don’t want to spend Easter sitting through a church service and then forgetting about his glorious and merciful sacrifice. Paul didn’t want that either. He said, “I want to know Christ and experience the mighty power that raised him from the dead. I want to suffer with him, sharing in his death, so that one way or another I will experience the resurrection from the dead!” (Philippians 3:10-11)
There’s so much more to this day than going to Church. And although I still don’t understand why the majority of the population came to church today, I know that the entire population needs more than what they’re getting out of this world. Nothing here will satisfy us. Nothing on this earth can quench my thirst for some Higher Love, some Eternal purpose. Especially not egg hunts and Easter bunnies. It's not fair that these things share a holiday with the Savior of the world.
So today, let us rejoice that there is One greater. Let us celebrate the resurrection of Jesus, who was born to die, so that all our sins would be forgiven and we’d be given free admission to the most Holy Place. For “everything else is worthless when compared with the infinite value of knowing Jesus Christ my Lord!”
God, grant this world unrest. Enable us to see the unsatisfying ways of this world, and give us a craving for something Eternal, something Jesus secured for us all. Thank you for that. Forgive us all for ever neglecting you, or putting you in the schedule of our busy lives. Lord, be our lives, this day and every day. You’re not just a part of my day today. You’re the reason for it.