10.8.09
23.7.09
Knees
It's weird thinking about how our actions affect our souls.
And yet we take our actions lightly.
I believe that when we are on our knees, it was meant to be uncomfortable.
It's a sort of sacrifice to God. A sacrifice of our comfort.
Sure, it's not so uncomfortable being on your knees... but it's more about being in a position you're not aren't in usually. It's different from sitting, standing or laying down.
I remember in youth group a long time ago, we had a worship service. The youth leader told us all to get on our knees in worship. We all obeyed. It was not long until I shifted to a more comfortable position. Looking all around the room you'd see the same with everyone else. They kept shifting around trying to get comfortable. Then there was the worship leader, throughout the whole thing, he remained on his knees.
We constantly want to make ourselves comfortable. Take a look at all these different kinds of beds you can get to suit your comfort. Like the sleep number...you can set it to your exact level of comfort.
We have recliners
We have seats in our cars
We have chairs at our dinner tables
We have couches in our living rooms
We have lawn chairs
Hammocks
Air mattresses for when were away from our nice and comfy bed and we have to sleep on the ground.
We are OBSESSED with comfort.And why?
Of course, it is a great thing to keep our necks and backs in line...but not only do we make ourselves comfortable physically, we make ourselves comfortable in every way. Spiritually, emotionally, and sometimes mentally.
When we feel like weve done our part spiritually, we've had our daily Bible reading that was far from our minds and hearts, we feel we can say were done for the day. That was a comfortable amount of scripture reading.
When we feel hurt inside emotionally, we seek comfort from our friends, family and God. I'm not saying it's a bad thing. God intended emotional pain to bring us closer to Him. 1 Peter 4:13 "But rejoice, inasmuch as you are partakers of Christ's sufferings; that, when his glory shall be revealed, you may be glad also with exceeding joy." We can know that in our pain, it will bring us closer to God, and it is temporary.
When we fill our minds with sexuality, do we feel comfortable in that? Can it be? Why else would someone want to fill their minds with it?It feels good to those who think those thoughts. It provides them solace. But lust comes from a deep dissatisfaction with life. Theres many other things we think of in our minds, and not all of it comforts us, but our thoughts can lead us to do things we never even intended in our hearts to do. We hold our hearts captive when we think corrupt thoughts.
When a man gets on one knee when he proposes to a woman, I don't think it would be as comfortable as standing. I'm not sure why this has been practiced...but I admire it. If he were to be on two knees, I would think that would look as if he were begging her to marry him. I think maybe being on one knee instead of two can be looked at as someone who wants you to marry them, but isn't making it more of an imperitive. At least that's what it means to me.
When we are on both knees in worship to God, were setting ourselves low as a beggar does.I get on my knees in prayer when I think the request is very important and I'm in a time of desperation. But our lives always reflect desperation. Us, who are of God, have only experienced a small part of Him, and our lives reflect our need for Him every second of the day.
I feel we should abandon our comfortable lives, and be on our knees, giving up our comfort in order to follow Christ. I don't feel we earn His love by this way, but I think that if Christ died for us, the least we can do is live for Him. To live for Him, we should give up comfort, and not live as the world does, but to come out of our shells and comfort zones that our fears and insecurities have conjured, and follow Christ.
Because Jesus didn't live a comfortable life on earth.
And yet we take our actions lightly.
I believe that when we are on our knees, it was meant to be uncomfortable.
It's a sort of sacrifice to God. A sacrifice of our comfort.
Sure, it's not so uncomfortable being on your knees... but it's more about being in a position you're not aren't in usually. It's different from sitting, standing or laying down.
I remember in youth group a long time ago, we had a worship service. The youth leader told us all to get on our knees in worship. We all obeyed. It was not long until I shifted to a more comfortable position. Looking all around the room you'd see the same with everyone else. They kept shifting around trying to get comfortable. Then there was the worship leader, throughout the whole thing, he remained on his knees.
We constantly want to make ourselves comfortable. Take a look at all these different kinds of beds you can get to suit your comfort. Like the sleep number...you can set it to your exact level of comfort.
We have recliners
We have seats in our cars
We have chairs at our dinner tables
We have couches in our living rooms
We have lawn chairs
Hammocks
Air mattresses for when were away from our nice and comfy bed and we have to sleep on the ground.
We are OBSESSED with comfort.And why?
Of course, it is a great thing to keep our necks and backs in line...but not only do we make ourselves comfortable physically, we make ourselves comfortable in every way. Spiritually, emotionally, and sometimes mentally.
When we feel like weve done our part spiritually, we've had our daily Bible reading that was far from our minds and hearts, we feel we can say were done for the day. That was a comfortable amount of scripture reading.
When we feel hurt inside emotionally, we seek comfort from our friends, family and God. I'm not saying it's a bad thing. God intended emotional pain to bring us closer to Him. 1 Peter 4:13 "But rejoice, inasmuch as you are partakers of Christ's sufferings; that, when his glory shall be revealed, you may be glad also with exceeding joy." We can know that in our pain, it will bring us closer to God, and it is temporary.
When we fill our minds with sexuality, do we feel comfortable in that? Can it be? Why else would someone want to fill their minds with it?It feels good to those who think those thoughts. It provides them solace. But lust comes from a deep dissatisfaction with life. Theres many other things we think of in our minds, and not all of it comforts us, but our thoughts can lead us to do things we never even intended in our hearts to do. We hold our hearts captive when we think corrupt thoughts.
When a man gets on one knee when he proposes to a woman, I don't think it would be as comfortable as standing. I'm not sure why this has been practiced...but I admire it. If he were to be on two knees, I would think that would look as if he were begging her to marry him. I think maybe being on one knee instead of two can be looked at as someone who wants you to marry them, but isn't making it more of an imperitive. At least that's what it means to me.
When we are on both knees in worship to God, were setting ourselves low as a beggar does.I get on my knees in prayer when I think the request is very important and I'm in a time of desperation. But our lives always reflect desperation. Us, who are of God, have only experienced a small part of Him, and our lives reflect our need for Him every second of the day.
I feel we should abandon our comfortable lives, and be on our knees, giving up our comfort in order to follow Christ. I don't feel we earn His love by this way, but I think that if Christ died for us, the least we can do is live for Him. To live for Him, we should give up comfort, and not live as the world does, but to come out of our shells and comfort zones that our fears and insecurities have conjured, and follow Christ.
Because Jesus didn't live a comfortable life on earth.
18.7.09
Temporarily materialistic
Suns beating down on the earth's crust
And warming skin deep
But inside we remain cold
Inside is the arctic
Skin melts
Tissues constrict
Bones flake
Organs idle
Were no longer alive
Now here's our soul
Surfacing
Taking control
There goes our bodies
There goes our make up
There goes our clothes
And there goes our sterotype
When it all melts away
All that remains
Is that struggling soul
Freed from a materialistic mind
And warming skin deep
But inside we remain cold
Inside is the arctic
Skin melts
Tissues constrict
Bones flake
Organs idle
Were no longer alive
Now here's our soul
Surfacing
Taking control
There goes our bodies
There goes our make up
There goes our clothes
And there goes our sterotype
When it all melts away
All that remains
Is that struggling soul
Freed from a materialistic mind
29.6.09
Life on the Second Hand
Thriving on a constant force to keep me happy
Depending entirely on the next to make me comfortable
Shifting uncomfortably in foreign environments
And contemplating the next move so my knees don't buckle
From this mood to the next, I stride
But I make my goal to be consistent
This is no better than conjuring stale watches
Who's tick never surprise the next
So I travel on the second hand
I'm traveling fast now
But then my mind gets tired
And beyond the hands I go
And so now it's another day
I'm standing on my watch
The hands constantly near missing me
Trying to knock me off balance
I grab one and am taken on a ride
Through life on the second hand
Everything flies by
And so there goes my life
Depending entirely on the next to make me comfortable
Shifting uncomfortably in foreign environments
And contemplating the next move so my knees don't buckle
From this mood to the next, I stride
But I make my goal to be consistent
This is no better than conjuring stale watches
Who's tick never surprise the next
So I travel on the second hand
I'm traveling fast now
But then my mind gets tired
And beyond the hands I go
And so now it's another day
I'm standing on my watch
The hands constantly near missing me
Trying to knock me off balance
I grab one and am taken on a ride
Through life on the second hand
Everything flies by
And so there goes my life
6.6.09
Pyro
Tree rooted in the ground
It's on fire with the light
The sun is dusk
And my hands grab for it
It slips away under the vista
Before I can say, "Fall"
The night is sinister
It surronds me
I lean against the tree
I turn to feel the bark
Rigid and hard
I look up to the leaves
Blowing in the breeze
This tree is sacred
I feel it in my fingertips
I touched them to my face
And static stabbed
I try to tear it down
Find it's origin
Count the rings
Peel off the leaves
The tree is too broad
And I'm too weak
I break my bones
And the branches remain
Far off I hear a call
"Come off it" They say
But before I acknowledge it
I kick the tree
It comes tumbling down on me
From my ignorance
From my selfishness
From my own effort
I thought I could know it
Inside and out
But it remained idle
For I had tried with my own hands
They're wretched
They're filth
I bury my face in them
For it bears as much shame
Then a leaf carressed me
And a branch separated them
I was entangled in the limbs
And the leaves masked my shameful skin
The tree had come to me
And I accepted it
But not by myself
No, it brought me out
It's on fire with the light
The sun is dusk
And my hands grab for it
It slips away under the vista
Before I can say, "Fall"
The night is sinister
It surronds me
I lean against the tree
I turn to feel the bark
Rigid and hard
I look up to the leaves
Blowing in the breeze
This tree is sacred
I feel it in my fingertips
I touched them to my face
And static stabbed
I try to tear it down
Find it's origin
Count the rings
Peel off the leaves
The tree is too broad
And I'm too weak
I break my bones
And the branches remain
Far off I hear a call
"Come off it" They say
But before I acknowledge it
I kick the tree
It comes tumbling down on me
From my ignorance
From my selfishness
From my own effort
I thought I could know it
Inside and out
But it remained idle
For I had tried with my own hands
They're wretched
They're filth
I bury my face in them
For it bears as much shame
Then a leaf carressed me
And a branch separated them
I was entangled in the limbs
And the leaves masked my shameful skin
The tree had come to me
And I accepted it
But not by myself
No, it brought me out
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