I heard someone say that God loves us with grace and then defined grace as "undeserved love."
In a day and age when so many are feeling worthless and unloved, how is it an encouragement to be loved, in spite of yourself? We are human. We aren't perfect, we all make mistakes... Does that make us undeserving?
I think that the brokeness of the human condition only makes us more in need of unconditional love. If God is going to dole out love as a show of how gracious he is, then he can keep it.
Tuesday
Friday
A New Perspective
The Help is a beautiful movie that gives insight into what it might have been like to be a black maid in the sixties. It shows, in utter disgust, the degradation and dehumanizing behaviour that was once quite prevalent. It was poignant yet sweet and I cried my eyes out.
I truly believe with all my heart that 30 years from now we'll all be leaving a theater with wet cheeks and soggy kleenex, although, not from a movie about racism. No, this time the movie will show what it was once like to be gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered or questioning. It will bring us back to a time when religious orders called them 'aboritions' and 'hated by God.' It will relay the struggles the youth of the LGBTQ community went through, with the bullying at schools and the pressures of straight parents, whose worst nightmares are for their kid to 'come out' to them. And it will show how the ignorant politicians closed their eyes to equality, only begging that they don't tell if no one asks.
We'll leave those theaters feeling smug and self-satisfied. "Look at me," we'll think. "I would never make derogatory comments about someone like that. I would never say 'fag' or laugh at someone pretending to be homosexual or use the word gay like it meant something lame or stupid. I'm horrified that people EVER acted like such heartless animals."
Until then, I'm getting sick of hearing people say things like, "If they want to be treated as equals, why do they get their own parade? Why do they need to make such issues over everything?" Well. The next time you get your face kicked in simply because you're straight we'll talk. You can have your own damn parade.
I truly believe with all my heart that 30 years from now we'll all be leaving a theater with wet cheeks and soggy kleenex, although, not from a movie about racism. No, this time the movie will show what it was once like to be gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered or questioning. It will bring us back to a time when religious orders called them 'aboritions' and 'hated by God.' It will relay the struggles the youth of the LGBTQ community went through, with the bullying at schools and the pressures of straight parents, whose worst nightmares are for their kid to 'come out' to them. And it will show how the ignorant politicians closed their eyes to equality, only begging that they don't tell if no one asks.
We'll leave those theaters feeling smug and self-satisfied. "Look at me," we'll think. "I would never make derogatory comments about someone like that. I would never say 'fag' or laugh at someone pretending to be homosexual or use the word gay like it meant something lame or stupid. I'm horrified that people EVER acted like such heartless animals."
Until then, I'm getting sick of hearing people say things like, "If they want to be treated as equals, why do they get their own parade? Why do they need to make such issues over everything?" Well. The next time you get your face kicked in simply because you're straight we'll talk. You can have your own damn parade.
Wednesday
real
i don't believe in ghosts
nor santa nor the hosts
i refuse to trust in saints
nor dieties in paint
i won't let them sway
my hopes in any way
but i put my faith in you
for i know you're true
Hopelessly Hopeful
I'm a cynic. I believe in the worst life can bring. I fear the dangers that lurk round every bend in the road. I know the cruelty humanity can accomplish. And it is because I see the darkness, hidden in the corners of every room, I may also see the miracle of light.
If I had no knowlege of the horrors of this world it would be impossible to recognize the beauty of a selfless gesture. I wouldn't understand how precious it is to hear a kind and loving word. I could never know to treasure the radiance found in the human soul. Most of all, I could never fully understand the wondrous nature of hope.
If I had no knowlege of the horrors of this world it would be impossible to recognize the beauty of a selfless gesture. I wouldn't understand how precious it is to hear a kind and loving word. I could never know to treasure the radiance found in the human soul. Most of all, I could never fully understand the wondrous nature of hope.
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