Sometimes you just write something and it kinda feels like it wasn't from YOU, as if it would exist with or without your hands. I felt this way on the following poem, so I won't waste words on my own explanation...
Golden sunset rise, she casts her smile across the sea,
As you watch the sky I somehow know you have your thoughts on me,
Is it proud to think so? To think you would give it all up,
You have already shown me, you already gave up your son,
To say I love you seems so inadequate to describe my feelings,
I do, I can't show you in nature, you have all ready given that to me,
I can't show you with myself because I am sustained by your breath,
So I will pour out my soul, heart and mind, by the mountains height, the seas depth,
I will show you I love you with all I have, take it, its already yours.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Entertainment
Movies, Music, Video Games, Magazines, Books-- media in general. Are any one of these evil by nature? No. Does the very definition of entertainment evil or wrong? No, in fact the entire purpose of media is to entertain and bring fulfillment. Now, have you ever seen or hear any kind of media that was evil, misguiding or against your moral standards? I have. We all have (or should have) standards as to how far is... well, "too far". Where do we draw the line between good ole' entertainment and something that is actually wrong. The best way to describe these concepts is called "moral standards" and when we deal with media we shouldn't just let those standards collect dust. Ok, here's an example;
Would you ever violently attack and kill someone?
Would you ever watch a movie, or listen to music that depicted someone attacking and killing someone else?
Why, or why not? What is the difference? What has changed that now makes the concept of hurting an individual casual? And its not just violence, what about sex, drugs, alcohol abuse, breaking the law "for fun"? Why is it that the kind of stuff, that would never be acceptable to ever actually do, seem so regular and OK in today's media. So many people say "Oh, well I would never actually do that or say it was ok in real life, that’s just a movie. I know what’s right and wrong." Well, NEWSFLASH people; by buying or watching or listening to those concepts you are presenting a market for them, and hence, condoning them. When producers see that they have someone's attention what do you honestly think their next move will be? Say "Oh, well that was a little risqué, I guess we better pull back now"? Probably not, when you have the attention of the masses why the heck would you hold back?
It seems like we can't escape it sometimes, I know so very well. Everything from TV shows to books seem to present ideas that, if ever actually happened in real life, would leave our entire world looking like the alleys of NYC around midnight. So as far as hypocrisy in media choices goes I just have to confess, I'm probably the guiltiest. Its very hard, if not impossible, to escape some of the immorality of media. It is everywhere and probably isn't going to leave anytime soon, but can I just challenge you to reevaluate your decisions in what you allow to enter into your eyes, ears, thoughts and homes. Believe what you believe and don't compromise.
Would you ever violently attack and kill someone?
Would you ever watch a movie, or listen to music that depicted someone attacking and killing someone else?
Why, or why not? What is the difference? What has changed that now makes the concept of hurting an individual casual? And its not just violence, what about sex, drugs, alcohol abuse, breaking the law "for fun"? Why is it that the kind of stuff, that would never be acceptable to ever actually do, seem so regular and OK in today's media. So many people say "Oh, well I would never actually do that or say it was ok in real life, that’s just a movie. I know what’s right and wrong." Well, NEWSFLASH people; by buying or watching or listening to those concepts you are presenting a market for them, and hence, condoning them. When producers see that they have someone's attention what do you honestly think their next move will be? Say "Oh, well that was a little risqué, I guess we better pull back now"? Probably not, when you have the attention of the masses why the heck would you hold back?
It seems like we can't escape it sometimes, I know so very well. Everything from TV shows to books seem to present ideas that, if ever actually happened in real life, would leave our entire world looking like the alleys of NYC around midnight. So as far as hypocrisy in media choices goes I just have to confess, I'm probably the guiltiest. Its very hard, if not impossible, to escape some of the immorality of media. It is everywhere and probably isn't going to leave anytime soon, but can I just challenge you to reevaluate your decisions in what you allow to enter into your eyes, ears, thoughts and homes. Believe what you believe and don't compromise.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Love
Today people across this country are celebrating Love. Oh, they sounds so poetic and beautiful, those three words "I Love You". Roses and chocolate are given as tokens of affection and it seems everyone is loving someone, then there's some odd number of people who spend today alone and isolated from the whole thing. Some choose to ignore that Love is even a real emotion and its all just a big marketing scheme. Ok, I have to give them credit here, alot of Valentine's Day is commercial, but the idea behind Love is not. Love is so much more than that between boyfriend/girlfriend or husband/wife, its more than kisses and chocolate love is saying "I want this, but someone else..." its about thinking about other people before ourselves. Love is patient, kind, humble, selfless, in short love is everything about God.
So what do I love? I love Rese's Penut Butter Cups, I love Underoath, I love hot summer nights, I love NYC... and the list goes on, but do I really LOVE any of these things? Would I give up everything I had for a Peanut Butter Cup? NO! lol, and if I did would probably be reallllllly hungry, huh? Well, I think this is one of the things we get ttly wrong in American dating relationships... we use the word "love" equally as we describe our boyfriend and hott shoes. God created this emotion of love to be so powerful, but do we really know what we love? If you truely love someone you would give your everything to make them happy. I think today thats what I'm gonna do today (instead of drowning myself in a flurry of choclate) I'm going to think about what and who I really love. My mom and dad, my lil brother (Mohawk an all.... don't ask), my Jesus, this is what I love.
So what do I love? I love Rese's Penut Butter Cups, I love Underoath, I love hot summer nights, I love NYC... and the list goes on, but do I really LOVE any of these things? Would I give up everything I had for a Peanut Butter Cup? NO! lol, and if I did would probably be reallllllly hungry, huh? Well, I think this is one of the things we get ttly wrong in American dating relationships... we use the word "love" equally as we describe our boyfriend and hott shoes. God created this emotion of love to be so powerful, but do we really know what we love? If you truely love someone you would give your everything to make them happy. I think today thats what I'm gonna do today (instead of drowning myself in a flurry of choclate) I'm going to think about what and who I really love. My mom and dad, my lil brother (Mohawk an all.... don't ask), my Jesus, this is what I love.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Behind A Broken Poet
"Dear God, its me again. God, I know I've kinda been forgetting about you lately, and I'm sorry. I love you, I love you more than anyone else in my life, and yet I keep catching myself treating you like an old forgotten friend. I really don't want it to be this way, Father, please forgive me and set my heart on fire for you again. Let me pour out my heart in praise and make my lifestyle an example of Your holiness. I love you Jesus, Amen."
I can't remember how many times I have prayed these words. I am not perfect, I mess up constantly and sometimes it feels so hopeless to even think I could call myself a child of God. He is everything perfect, holy, kind and above all He is forgiving. Just to take a step back and look at the situation... Jesus Christ DIED for me. Without hesitation He gave up all that He had, so that I could be free of this everlasting sickness of sin. The everyday falls that I am making were nailed into His hands as He was slowly dying. Satan must have laughed at that moment, the Lamb is slain and he was victorious, God had turned his face from Jesus and Satan was now tormenting this "King" with lies and the agony of humiliation. I bet Satan was telling Jesus how hopeless an effort it was, children would be born thousands of years later and still carry the mark of sin, Satan would still tempt them and they would still fall. Jesus' heart was broken, as He hung from His thrown of a simple tree, nailed and bleeding. And I was the cause.
This was not the end of the story, not by far, the Son of God rose from the dead and in doing so conquered my sin and the penalty of eternal death that I was supposed to pay. He paid for my salvation.
How could I repay Him for something like that? I am a broken child, I was the reason for His pain, but I betray Him so many times. In that moment of pain He took on all the things I have and will do wrong again and He sent them to their grave, forgiven and set aside. I am free because of that choice. Words do not express the love He has shown to me, but I want to try... I want my life to reflect HIM, not the "normal" teenager, not a "popular" kid, I want my voice to echo His unfailing love and faithfulness to my generation.
Broken Poet
I'd stand in the rain a million years older
I'd die for Your cause, give everything
I would suffer for You, to my death I would
You sweep me off my feet with Your song of grace
This is the end of my poetry
This is where You take over this broken song
Here is where I once was, and You now stand
The old man has passed from my story
It is over, now begins eternity
The cold winds blow, still I'll stand strong
So solid on the outside, stern glance
Inside I am a guilty child clutching to Your soul
Drying tears from my enemies lies
This is the end of my poetry
This is where You take over this broken song
Here is where I once was, and You now stand
The old man has passed from my story
It is over, now begins eternity
You reached out when I was dying,
There on my knees as I was suffocating
What would have been my last breath
In Your embrace I have found life
This is the end of my poetry
This is where You take over this broken song
Here is where I once was, and You now stand
The old man has passed from my story
It is over, now begins eternity
I lost my life and gained eternity
I lost my pride and gained hope
I gave it up and you gave me Yourself
I died for you this night.
I can't remember how many times I have prayed these words. I am not perfect, I mess up constantly and sometimes it feels so hopeless to even think I could call myself a child of God. He is everything perfect, holy, kind and above all He is forgiving. Just to take a step back and look at the situation... Jesus Christ DIED for me. Without hesitation He gave up all that He had, so that I could be free of this everlasting sickness of sin. The everyday falls that I am making were nailed into His hands as He was slowly dying. Satan must have laughed at that moment, the Lamb is slain and he was victorious, God had turned his face from Jesus and Satan was now tormenting this "King" with lies and the agony of humiliation. I bet Satan was telling Jesus how hopeless an effort it was, children would be born thousands of years later and still carry the mark of sin, Satan would still tempt them and they would still fall. Jesus' heart was broken, as He hung from His thrown of a simple tree, nailed and bleeding. And I was the cause.
This was not the end of the story, not by far, the Son of God rose from the dead and in doing so conquered my sin and the penalty of eternal death that I was supposed to pay. He paid for my salvation.
How could I repay Him for something like that? I am a broken child, I was the reason for His pain, but I betray Him so many times. In that moment of pain He took on all the things I have and will do wrong again and He sent them to their grave, forgiven and set aside. I am free because of that choice. Words do not express the love He has shown to me, but I want to try... I want my life to reflect HIM, not the "normal" teenager, not a "popular" kid, I want my voice to echo His unfailing love and faithfulness to my generation.
Broken Poet
I'd stand in the rain a million years older
I'd die for Your cause, give everything
I would suffer for You, to my death I would
You sweep me off my feet with Your song of grace
This is the end of my poetry
This is where You take over this broken song
Here is where I once was, and You now stand
The old man has passed from my story
It is over, now begins eternity
The cold winds blow, still I'll stand strong
So solid on the outside, stern glance
Inside I am a guilty child clutching to Your soul
Drying tears from my enemies lies
This is the end of my poetry
This is where You take over this broken song
Here is where I once was, and You now stand
The old man has passed from my story
It is over, now begins eternity
You reached out when I was dying,
There on my knees as I was suffocating
What would have been my last breath
In Your embrace I have found life
This is the end of my poetry
This is where You take over this broken song
Here is where I once was, and You now stand
The old man has passed from my story
It is over, now begins eternity
I lost my life and gained eternity
I lost my pride and gained hope
I gave it up and you gave me Yourself
I died for you this night.
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