Losing our spiritual abilities and senses

"What can you see" says the man who cannot see. But the deaf man said nothing , for he was choosing to ignore the blind man. The mute man became angry at the deaf man, and signaled to him that he should say sorry. The blind man had no idea of what was going on, but was glad to hear the apology. The deaf man thought this whole thing was useless and voiced his opinion to the two others. The mute man thought of an easy way to get out of their predicament, but the blind man didn't see him signal any of the words and began to walk away. The deaf man had no idea the blind man was walking away, and became frustrated when he saw the mute man throw a stone at the blind man to get his attention. The blind man got fairly annoyed at the mute man for not being able to see the rock coming, he knew it wasn't the deaf man because he would have just called out. Finally the mute man sat down due to frustration by having become stumped for words to say.

I find this story holds many truths about life for us. We are sometimes one of these men, or all three. As we walk through life we may become blinded by pride, muted by shame or guilt, and deaf because of the distractions that fill our lives. The worst part is that we never were born like this, but we choose to become this way, were not blind, we just don't choose to look, Although to people around us, it seems we are blind. Working together, and with God requires that we are able to hear see and speak, other wise we will end up getting nowhere.

hundred years

Laying down to slumber
Will I rise again tomorrow

who can count the stars
who can feel the life inside
other then you, only you
let the mind rest, to sleep

To sleep, quiet, relaxation
the body receives it's rest

the mind battles to be awake
the body gives up in despair
I to rest I to rest forever, no
but my soul will not disagree

If it were only possible today
to sleep a hundred years now

could I, if only today resting it
my mind finding peace for now
and then falling, slipping, quietly
into a hundred years, at peace

taking a leave of absence, hundred
coming again to a different world

relearning how to live, to live life
absence taking a toll and addiction
wanting sleep again, no, needing it
it's powerful escapism, today, now

to sleep a hundred years this day
to never find a peaceful rest again

blinding himself

Who am I that in Gods eyes
I am considered created good
Yet I see myself as who I am
God has blinded himself to me
How can He love yet not look
He would see me, rotting away

Would I blindfold myself and kiss
Could I blind and kiss death now
If I did could I love it, not know it
would kill me later on tonight now
That is what my savior did, if He
only know what he was doing then
perhaps he would have refused it
and not blindedly love our races
death itself would wed Christ now
how can He love death, I am it.

tree of death
tree of life
bound together
forever A cross

Would not God Amighty forbid it
Would not sinners mock it now
Our race, bound to die in death
To death we may stay, for in God
Hope to be lost now, He tricked
many who sought life, now to it
Death for them, God can't love
something he does not see
He does not see us for we
us for ourselves not evermore
God can not love a lie, now
God can't love a sinner now
Because all he sees is white
But I am black, wearing a white lie
God covered me with that lie.

Talk about God.

My friend a few days ago just reminded me of a fear that I've always had, what if heaven is a lie?
What if it's really a lie, and a set back, a let down, something we might find to be hell.
What if Hell is where the fun loving people go and heaven the place where good devoted people go.
Here's to you Matt. Lets hope it all works out in the end, and it's not an eternity of sing a longs.

On other matters, the mentioning of the over use and slaughter of the word love caused me to think (mentioned in comments on my last post). It was important enough to the Greeks to have five words for it. Should we not have ten or so? This is English right, we need ten, mostly because our language sucks a lot. We need more words, and these words need to mean stuff not just object things or act things....

Some people have pointed out to me that Christian blogs are retarded, the points were valid, very valid and I completely understand how they would be frustrated by our Christian chit chat, and blah blah about love, God, life, blah. I do sympathize with them, I really do. However in my defense, I wonder what is worth writing about. Surly science, perhaps pop culture, maybe architecture, or philosophy, is worth writing about.

What in life is actually important enough to write about.















But,
Maybe
just maybe
The reason why Christians are so talkative about God is that, he's all we need, he's our strength, our peace, our soul, our way of life, our ability, our silence, our deeds, our life, our energy, our breath, our everything. Our God. Our GOD, OUR GOD!

my God, your God. He's still the same person, that same guy up there reading this with us right now.


He's someplace we can all meet together, on a flat plane we can meet and communicate without any walls in the way. The one place we can really communicate. It aint no wonder all Christians do is talk about Him. He's the connection that all brothers and sisters have with each other.

People search for meaning, there He is.
People search for depth, there He is.
People search for understanding, there He is.
People search for life, there He is.
People search for hope, there He is.
People search for faith, there He is.
People search for LOVE,
People search for taste,
People search for thought,
People search for wonder,
unity
gifts
ability
strength
safety
purity
People search for God, and there He is. Really! He’s RIGHT there.

This is what I say,

Who made Adam? God did
Who made Eve? God did
Who deserves our life? God does
Who created us? God did
Who deserves the right to throw us to the lions? God does
Who is Love? God is
Who is power? God is
Who makes the rain fall and the skies thunder? God does.
Who deserves to be talked about for-ever? God does.
Who is Grace? God is.

We don't deserve nothin, so people who want to talk about science, let them, people who want to talk about their days journey, let them. Let people talk about anything they want, especially if it matters to them. But I reserve the right to talk about God. And I will not sit down.