August 2012
1 post
July 2012
6 posts
“I didn’t go to religion to make me happy. I always knew a bottle of Port would...”
– CS Lewis, God in the Dock
weirdteenblogger:
Why do people even password protect their wifi Jesus said you should love thy neighbour
June 2012
2 posts
May 2012
6 posts
“Man looks at the outward appearance, but God looks at the heart.” I used to take this as a rebuke. As if man was wrong for looking at the actions, and not at the heart. But that’s not quite right, is it? Man is never called to judge the heart, as he is incapable of doing so with any degree of accuracy. Rather, Jesus is simply acknowledging how things are (and that God’s...
mrrrph a derp derp!
oh no. I just realized I’ve turned into a picture blog.
Well, a mostly picture blog.
This is my 100th post. Thanks for following anyways!
It's not just a relationship; it's a religion.
“Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.” -James 1:27
I do follow a religion and I’m not so postmodern nor individualistic as to simplify the beauty of discipleship, purity, compassion, love, and the communal body of Christ into “oh,...
April 2012
6 posts
March 2012
2 posts
What Is Actually Destroying Marriage.
It’s not gay marriage that destroys the institution of marriage; we destroy marriage when we allow it to be taken over and regulated by the government.
If the government can regulate a Holy Sacrament of the Church, why is this not a massive violation of separation of state from the church?
If we give government the power to say certain people cannot marry, we also give them the power to...
February 2012
1 post
January 2012
5 posts
“Tres palavrinhas são eu aprendi de cor- Deus e amor…” The Americans mumbled along with a couple hundred Brazilian elementary school children, mostly just making the same mouth shapes as the kids. It would have been quite entertaining to hear what they were actually singing, and if it was anywhere near the actual Português. The children all seemed to know the song already, as they followed...
response to popular beliefs held by religious people about religion:
It makes me indignant when people say our religion starts wars.
/ People start wars, hate starts wars, evil starts wars.
/ But don’t bring those accusations to God’s doors. /
Instead why don’t we talk about the good the Church does in the world, /
as Paul says, striving forward,toward the goal,
/ so that the...
“You” is a funny word in the English language, phonetically speaking. As the letter “y” can be either a consonant or a vowel, it tends to be soft and dependent on the surrounding letters. If followed by a vowel, it may create hiato with that vowel. If preceded by a consonant, it may blend with that consonant for a unique sound that is lacks when it stands alone.
By...
December 2011
6 posts
Waking
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In a legislated and medicated community
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Addicted to caffeine, marijuana and crack cocaine.
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Obsessed with tyranny and unmitigated fame.
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No philosophy, just take away the pain.
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Until all philosophies are the same-
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Just take away the pain, take away the pain.
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Waking with a bottle in hand and bags under eyes.
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Take a swig and swallow when hope dies.
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Waking with two pills in...
The Law.
Romans 10:4
‘Christ is the end of the law so that there may be righteousness for everyone who believes.’
Maybe this is all very basic, but it’s exciting to me. To the best of my understanding, Romans 10 releases Christians to do exactly what they were doing before. Before the Law was replaced by Christ, those who followed God were obligated to do his will by following his express commands....
Matthew 5:9 says the blessed ones are the peacemakers, not simply the peaceful. You are not blessed for being loved, but rather you are blessed when you love others. Being loved is a blessing, but simply receiving love and not returning it and giving it to others will not cause more blessings to come. Similarly, you can receive the peace of the Holy Spirit- but unless you are a peacemaker, unless...
that was my back that should have been whip-raked
instead i am holding down tendon-filled wrists
as they accept my spikes and shake
i am not the one clenching my fists
instead i am staring at black eye to red nose to white lips
as velvet life pours from the ribs i should have kissed
as thorn-branches make a crown that was mine to take
God.
that was my cross to take
at the foot of a bloody cross, a man weeps.
he reaches his hands toward the wood grain.
and cries.
God.
that was my cross.
that was my cross to take.
The Poetry of Scripture.
These verses have been altered only minimally. Just some things I came across that struck me as poetic, even after the translation.
I sinned and perverted what is right
but what I deserved I did not get
He redeemed my soul from the pit
and now I will live to enjoy the light.
job 33:27-8
The blessed and only Sovereign:
of kings, more kingly,
of lords, above them-
alone wrapped in...
November 2011
1 post
Atone.
A baby lowing,
animals crying.
The child awake in hay
while the world sleeps in bed.
For what you have done, you will pay.
This world will pierce his head.
A white star pokes through black sky,
its strength nearing the sun.
The darkness lowers his head and cries,
You will hang for what you’ve done.
God, you will pay. You and your son.
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Humanity kills a king
with swords unseen;
...
October 2011
1 post
Fur Elise
Do
you
remember
the last night
that we were together?
It was a cold night, sky blurry and blue,
both knowing that God had made all things new.
September 2011
3 posts
hiding.
How I hide is deep inside,
how I survive is staying alive.
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I wake in front of the mirror-
but fall asleep in front of the TV
Born an original-
to die a copy
In a duped and duplicated society-
exhausted and medicated with coffee.
I wake with surgically-removed bags under my eyes-
and wince at what I see.
I sleep with pills in hand-
and swallow when it’s hard to breathe.
...
Do you remember the last time…
Que Poder
Que poder, este poder, que cubre la luz,
que cubre mis ojos, que cubre con escalas.
Que más poderoso, Él que nunca falla-
Él que murio por la cruz.
Que profundo, este golpe, que sufre el alma,
que horrible, que triste la canción.
Que más profundo, Él que nos calma-
el que murió para salvación.
Myself.
I’m alone with myself and confidence unheld—
in pain at my own actions for my own satifaction.
I’ve apologized a thousand times but the unforgiveness is mine—
I can pardon all of Hell but can’t forgive myself.
August 2011
20 posts
My Name is Frank
My name is Frank.
And I’ve been thinking a lot about religion. I’ve been practicing a lot more too. Praying throughout the day- something I can’t recall doing before. I feel like I have purpose.
People call religion a crutch and I hate that. I don’t deny it, but I hate it. Certainly, my religion is a crutch- I’m sure no one would tell me specifically that, considering my physical condition,...
My Name is Frank
My name is Frank.
I had an interesting conversation with Anne today in study hall. I try not to talk about our wheelchairs, that being the obvious thing we have in common. For some reason this topic seems lame and uncreative to me. She won’t think anything special of me if I make a wheelchair comment.
However, if I talk to the teacher about life and philosophy and politics, I notice her ears perk...
My Name is Frank
My name is Frank.
And I’ve been thinking about my last post all day. We went to church this morning and my parents made me go. I’m glad they did. The pastor spoke about being whole and perfect in Christ. When I got home, I re-read my post from yesterday. It I can’t stop thinking about it. It should have been an uneventful post. Certainly not creative or life-changing. But it was.
It was...
My Name is Frank
My name is Frank.
And I am writing this blog because- aside from how much I enjoy writing- I hope that others may enjoy or maybe even learn from my perspective. I like reading blogs because it offers an escape from my normal worldview, a real chance to walk in someone else’s shoes. I don’t have the most exciting life, but I figure maybe one person will find it at least mildly interesting.
I’m not...
Ichabod's Journey (9)
The market was underground, both in the sense that one needed insider’s knowledge to know where it was and in the subterranean sense.
How Mom knew its location was beyond me, although she did seem to try several places- two hours’ worth- before settling on a certain manhole cover. The sewers were no longer in use. At least officially.
Mom and I quietly lifted the cover. I noticed a light X...
My Name is Frank
My name is Frank.
I just realized Frankenstein’s name is similar to mine. Just, like a Russian version of “Frank” or something. German. Swiss. Whatever it is.
Victor Frankenstein’s obsession is finding the substance of “life”. What makes life exist? Why am I “alive”?
What makes you “human”?
Humanity is more than the sum total of your body parts. More than just a fleshy, moving mass. The monster...
My Name is Frank
My name is Frank.
My dad left for work late today and I saw him. It struck me as weird to see him early in the morning. Mom and I were doing the whole getting-a-handicap-into-his-handicap-custom-van routine.
I got my license two months ago. I drive with a throttle instead of a foot pedal. My upper body was deemed developed enough for this. The twitching is not so severe as to ruin my ability to...
My Name is Frank
My name is Frank.
And we’re reading Frankenstein in AP English Literature class.
My schedule for school is quite easy because, like I said, I finished my classes early and could have graduated early. I am an aide for our first hour, the second hour is my “study hall”, which could easily be called, “on my phone the whole hour” hall. Not me, of course. I’m not addicted to socializing. I do enjoy it...
My Name is Frank
My name is Frank.
And I hate school. Crowded hallways, idiotic jeering people who laugh at you when you accidentally hit a corner with your wheelchair. If they were friends, laughing with me, I’d love it.
I know what they are, though. And they are not friends.
The teachers either ignore me or give me entirely too much attention. As if I’m not a normal student.
You think I’m too sensitive, don’t...
