Safety

Does anyone else notice all these ads lately about being safe. I just saw another one from Volkswagen its tagline was “safety in numbers.” My only question is this: why should safety be the most important thing to me in life? Show me one great person or one great deed that was ever accomplished through safety. What one great person in history was every remembered because they lived their life safely. Americans have become such a coddled, scared, pitiful bunch of people because they are so scared of change and risk. LIFE is change and risk. Life was never lived behind a 12 point safety harness and safety goggles. Life, or rather the beautiful, forever remembered moments in life, happen when things get a tad bit risky. Heroes from World War 1 and earlier to 9/11 and beyond will always be remembered because they dared to take a risk. They dared to put their life on the line and sure granted a lot of them died for it. But, when they get to heaven they will never have to look back on their life with shame because o gee they weren’t safe enough. It’s about time something shook up this nation from is safety induced complacency. People die, people get hurt, its what happens in life get over it. I challenge anyone reading this to go out and take a risk today. It doesn’t have to be something insanely crazy just try something you haven’t done before, heck even if its as simple as eating shrimp ;). Its time to wake up and LIVE.

Succumb to..the FRENZY!

Here are some lyrics to the song Far, Far Away. All the required proof needed to realize that this is one of the greatest bands of all time for not just being an amazing band but for opening up a portal to a whole new world of praise music. A whole new way to praise God..and for that we thank you F.I.F may your legacy never die! 

Staring at the shoreline
wishing for some hope
the weight of empty fishing nets
is more than twisted rope
And underneath stern faces
they wait with baited breath
with broken hearts from hoping
while casting out their nets
See the figure on the shore
He speaks His words like plain men sing
His hands they still have holes in them
glory to the King

Can you hear the bells are ringing
far, far, away?
Can you hear the voices singing
far, far, away?
I know that one day soon a song shall rise
you’ll hear it with the sleep still in your eyes

And Peter was a liar
a traitor just like me
and Judas was a hypocrite
and Paul a Pharisee
When truth can be so distant
and hope evades our reach
Peter swam across the water
and found it on the beach

I hear they’ll hang you upside down
stretched across two boards
for hearing distant voices
and crossing to the Lord.

These new skies

Holding onto my Jesus Used to fill like acid in my veins Now its closer to holding sunshine in my hands A ray of light through these clouds I’m climbing it as a ladder Whose rungs lead directly from my heart With my Jesus I’m in a world apart I’m swimming through these new skies I’m walking through this door To the sound of Aslan’s roar

Change

Where in the course of my life did I lose my sense of hope? When did I lose my faith in not just God but man? When did tomorrow is a new day become tomorrow is just another day?—————-Not anymore.

We Are

We are human. But what does that mean. 

We are strong.  

And at times we are so very weak.

We are hope. 

And we are loss. 

We change lives. 

And we end hundreds of thousands of others in flashes of light.  

Our complexities number greater than the stars. And yet sometimes it is the simplest of our actions that have the greatest effect. 

We are the past. 

And we are the shining future. 

We are mystery. We are paradox. We are here. We are now. We are human. Who will you be? 

A Paradox

So..maybe I’m crazy. I just wrote that other post partly in anger I’ll admit but as I sit here in the dark with the blanket of night and nobody else up right now the whole rest of the world asleep the other part of me comes alive. This is the part of me that in absolute honesty wants to fix the entire worlds problems. I wish I had the power to reach out and some way change people lives for the better even if its just to give someone a damn hug I want to be able to do that. I feel like theirs a teddy bear wrapped in armor and carrying a sword inside me. I really don’t make much sense a part of me wants to slay every evil bastard in the world while another part of me wants to have enough money, time and energy to help every downtrodden person who deserves their life to be changed to change it. I want to give the kids living in gutters.. homes I want help all the homeless who deserve a second chance I want to reunite families, heal sick people etc. while at the same time slay bitches…haha. I guess as my good friend Matt says and the band Skillet I, like most people, am an enigma wrapped in a mystery. O well..

A Prayer

Jesus help me to know which decisions are the right ones to make. Help me to have the courage to make those decisions even if they involve loss. And Father help me to become the man I am meant to be. -Amen

Mediated..amazing book

pg. 18-19 

In Denial

“Some people refuse to accept the fact that reality is becoming indistinguishable from representation in a qualitatively new way. They find permanent refuge in the belief that nothing is new under the sun. They already understand what they need to understand in order to understand everything else. These same people tend to think it’s deep to talk about historical pendulums of swinging back and forth. Anyway, they never fail to remind us at some point, in that special perhaps-I’m-missing-something tone, as if reluctant to spoil the speculative fun, then never fail to remind us that there have always been representations and choice and etc., etc., and isn’t what’s going on now just more of the same? Beliefs like that are crude denials of the psychological processes that actually determine how we function. Really fat people believer they are on the stocky side. Abject drunks believe they are poetical free spirits. Malicious prudes believe they are selfless do-gooders….” -Thomas de Zengotita

READ THIS BOOK..it’ll change your life..word up

Pants

I want to tumblr my pants right off.. 

If I fall down..do I tumblr? 

If I trip someone who tumblrs alot…is it my fault or theirs? 

If I wreck my car into someone else who also tumblrs…is it called a crashumblr? 

If I walk up to a fellow tumblr on the street and slap them in the mouth…would he tumblr backwards and then go tumblr about it? 

If two tumblrs make sexy time..do they tumblr together in the sheets? 

If someone who tumblrs and also plays football and fumbles…do they tumblr fumble? -by Katherine Maureen 

If a tumblr joins the military..are they asked to Don’t ask, Don’t tumblr? 

…more coming soon..stay tuned tumblrs!