|
SubscriptionsSites I Read
|
|
|
|
| What is the purpose of Christianity?
It must be more than mere morality...especially if one is simply concerned with outward behavior. If you act loving on the outside but are full of hate inside what does that make you? A lie, a hypocrite, and entirely inauthentic. (Jesus talks about this in Matthew chapter 5.)
I hear people talk about the social gospel, and the old and new testament are full of passage talking about caring for windows, orphans, and fighting for justice for the poor. But it seems like Christianity should be something more than a non-profit aid organization.
The purpose of Christianity is to change your life... well yes... but really?
I've heard several times of surveys done where the results show that in areas like abstinence, abortion, divorce, language, media intake, etc. Christians aren't that different from non-Christians. (According to a survey by Barna... I think...)
Does it really change your life then?
Just makes me wonder how many of us are missing the point of Christianity.
Anyways, I'd like to hear views from Christians and non-Christians alike. You should totally write whatever is on the top of your head....I'd love to hear it. | | |
| http://www.silenceisdefeat.com/
ROCK_S!
It is a public access UNIX system. Yup.
A non profit Unix system facility offering free shells, webhosting and pop3 mail to the general public.
Plus it has a really cool name. :)
| | |
|
Another blood red stitch in my heart.
~
love, pain, rain....death
~
俺は一人で shattered
キラリと pain
痛み、タマラ無い
~
our love grew gently
roots were sent down into the darkest
callous corners of my heart
softening the hardened soil
...
but now my heart is harvested...
~
i scream : the silent howling of an anguished soul
~
our hearts are mysterious
when they shatter like glass
they still hold together
bound by gravity
but the jigsaw never fist together
melded back together, but the edges
are still jagged. So we put up hedges
and mask our pain.
but we are broken.
tender sharded broken glass
~
you'd think one would learn
to unlearn those shackles of hope and love
to unbind and never rewind to moments of happiness
~
I'm just a homesick child wishing his daddy would take him home tonight.
~
Eventually there is melody in melancholy.
A gentle pitter-patter of sorrow
and pain
~
left out
its the half the world apart sorrow
an anthem of
hate
a penny-song for your
love
~
so i stay alone
sadistically
enjoying the shattering of my heart
basking is star crossed beauty
as loneliness rends my heart apart
...
I writhe in pain, my love
~
sever and hide your sorrow
give up your breath to speak
let your lugs fill with the bile of sorrows untold
flow in the deathchart laminate
~
| | |
| a stanza I thought post-worthy:
so i stay alone
sadisticly (okay....I know this is the wrong word....but it flows oh so much better)
enjoying the shattering of my heart
basking in star crossed beauty
as loneliness rends my heart apart.
| | |
| more random lines:
love horrific destructing me this minute
+
finding tenderness in all the sharp places
+
the butterfly liberation am i
+
rumblestorm mornings
+
red locomotion
in serpentine motion
clickity-clack
the iron finger-snap
| | |
|
