Posts tagged: christianity
Fascinating insight into this whole conflict of hyper-macho christianity…
don’t read this if you are weary or offended easily. but, it is an interesting snapshot into what outsiders see when they hear or think of Christianity…
Much of pornography addiction is caused by putting too much focus and attention on ourselves. We stress and worry about what we’re supposed to be getting out of life, and we try to control our lives and get frustrated, instead of accepting that ultimately we are not in control. Frustration may lead us to turn to things that make us feel good in the moment, like pornography.
… Just as your addiction is not about pornography, your challenge is not just about beating the devil; it’s about letting God show you what’s holding you back from your potential. Let go of the past, let go of the future, and let God dictate the direction of your life.
This post by the comedian fascinates me.
So many Christians think that because they believe in the right God, they are automatically good and have a one-way ticket to everlasting life. Dare I say it but I suspect this is their main reason for believing. I’ve heard so many “believers” say, “Well, since there is no way of being sure whether there is a God or not, it’s better to believe in God than not, because that way, if you’re wrong it doesn’t matter and if you’re right you get everlasting life.” Win:win.
Is this what the Gospel actually says? Yet, this is what culture see’s and hears.
Read the rest of the post and let me know what you learn or how it hits you. It matters not just what words we say the Gospel is but how we portray it to the world with our words, tone, actions and life…
Yet again and again, we can see just how trustworthy the Gospel is. First Pluto - now this.
So, I guess I’m no longer a Gemni but a Taurus.
Do you wanna hear the good news though?
Jesus is still Jesus.
Jesus still lived a perfect life, died on the cross bearing our sins, rose again 3 days later, ascended to heaven and sent the Holy Spirit to be our helper.
Plus, the Gospel is still the Gospel.
Who needs a Zodiac sign anyways?
So this guy comes to me and says: “What’s the vision? What’s the big idea?” I open my mouth, and the words come out like this…
The vision? The vision is Jesus. Obsessively. Dangerously. Undeniably. Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people. You see bones? I see an army.
And they are free from materialism. They laugh at 9-5 little prisons. They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday. They wouldn’t even notice. They know the meaning of the Matrix. The way the west was won.
They are mobile like the wind. They belong to the nations. They need no passport. People write their addresses in pencil. And wonder at their strange existence. They are free. Yet they are slaves. Of the hurting and dirty and dying.
What is the vision? The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity. Long ago to reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.
Light flickers. From every secret motive. Every private conversation. It loves people. Away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
This is an army that would lay down its life for the cause. A million times a day. Its soldiers choose to lose. That they might one day win the great “Well done” of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night.
They don’t need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards. And hear the crowds chanting again and again: “Come on!”
And this is the sound of the underground. The whisper of a history in the making. Foundations shaking. Revolutionaries dreaming once again. Mystery is scheming in whispers. Conspiracy is breathing… This is the sound of the underground.
And the army is disciple(in)ed- Young people who beat their bodies into submission. Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms. The tattoo on their back boasts. “For me to live is Christ and to die is gain.”
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. Winners. Martyers. Who can stop them? Can hormones hold them back? Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them?
And the generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond talking, with warrior cries, sulpheric teras and great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting. Watching. 24-7-365.
Whatever it takes they will give. Breaking the rules, shaking mediocrity from its cozy little hide, laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resovle at late-night parties before the cockerel cries.
They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive (on the inside). On the outside? They hardly care! They wear clothes like costumes: to communicate and celebrate. But never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or their popularity? They would lay down their very lives, swap seats with the man on death row, guilty as hell: A throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears, With sleepless nights and fruitless days, they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.
Their DNA chooses Jesus (He breathes out, they breathe in). Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream. In shopping malls. Don’t you hear them coming?
Herald the weirdos! Summon the Losers and Freaks. Come the frightened and forgotten. With fire in their eyes. They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow. Mountains are dwarfed. By these children of another dimension.
Their prayers summon the hound of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of eden
And this vision will be. It will come to pass; It will come easily; It will come soon.
How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the spirit, the very dream of God.
My tomorrow is His today. My distant hope is His 3-D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great “amen!” from countless angels, from heroes of the faith, from Christ Himself.
And He is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner. Guaranteed.
So, my last post was number 666. You know, in Christian circles that is the number of Satan or evil (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number_of_the_Beast).
It cracks me up. I just noticed this. For you superstitious people out there, here is post 667.
Fear not. My blog is not evil.
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we are supposed to create a counter-culture not sub-culture.
i’d almost rather have the cheesey christian t-shirts again… ugh.
and people wonder why we get a bad rap sometimes.
the Church should not be lame or outside of culture and thumbing it’s nose at it, but inside of culture helping it, shaping it, speaking truth and life into it.
seriously. twitter is far from “evil” anyways… now maybe myspace…