Always trust people who like big butts…
…because they cannot lie.
Always trust people who like big butts…
…because they cannot lie.
The Hardest Mistakes
I See Stars ft. Cassadee Pope
So many reasons to live, I need to let them show. I’ve made the hardest mistakes, I need to let them go.
Must. Dance. The. Feels. Away.
Waka is my lurve.
Blame it on the weather, but I’m a mess. This July heat wave has me hating everyone. And I know I need your comfort, but this drama makes me sick. And the longer I lay here, I know it’s harder to get up without you.
This cycle is never-ending. The further I run away, the further I’ll come back to shelter.
Lose another day here, lose another year here. I’ve been with you.
If you were a fire on the roof of my house, 30 feet, I’d rather burn than fall.
Good bye, old friend. Good bye, good night.
It’s getting late. Tomorrow is here.
The outside world is scary. I want to live in my room for the rest of my life.
Depending on the DPT school, my education will cost between $70,000-$150,000 for tuition alone.
WHY? WHY IS MY THREE YEARS OF EDUCATION GOING TO COST $70,000-$150,000? This doesn’t even include textbooks, food, physical therapy-related tools, possible housing, or other university fees I may have to cover.
I better start working more or else I’ll put a huge strain on my family. I know they want me to succeed without any hindrances, even if it means they will have to struggle.
I’ll make sure I’m the one who’s going to carry most of the weight for my education.
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Much of the New Testament was written by someone who tried to destroy the lives of all Christians everywhere. God chose that man and blasted him off his donkey with a laser beam for a reason: to make it clear that nobody could read that book and think themselves a worse sinner than the man who wrote it. Paul himself said: ‘here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst’ (1 Timothy 1:15).
Unka Glen (unkaglen.tumblr.com)
More food for thought.
[Angry post. Sorry.]
I know too many Christians who are yelling, “Don’t guilt-trip me bro, you can’t judge my faith, don’t be a hater, Jesus loves me no matter what” — and this is really a pseudo-grace that doesn’t even begin to address the complex reality of our messed-up beat-up hearts.
If we continually hijack beautiful words like “freedom” and “grace” to become hipster relevant rebellious Christians who are “not like those uptight religious people,” then we turn Christianity into a popularity contest of appealing to the burnt-out prodigals. We make phrases like “everyone struggles" into an excuse to be supposedly helpless out-of-control morons, which also diminishes people who genuinely struggle.
Without a very real cross, we turn grace into an abstract fuzzy feeling like a Hallmark card from the dollar-store. It works for about two seconds until you have to confront the ugliness of our human condition.
I’ve met some of your favorite Christian pastors and authors and bloggers: and at least half of them are insufferable intolerable jerks who can’t handle ideas like rebuke and discipline and self-control. They feel threatened by the very possibility of becoming a Pharisee, so they cuss and drink and bash megachurches: not for any legit reasons, but to prove a point. Many of them live in a reactionary counter-culture of “me” versus “the church,” as if they’re wearing a cape to save you from the Pope. They’ve been burnt by a bad legalism, but in response, there is a new type of legalism: to be cool hyper-grace Christians that only talk about God’s warm winter-blanket love.
I’m not okay with this because I’ve been burnt by both extremes. I’ve been blasted by Reformed Neo-Calvinists AND emergent hipster “grace-only” Christians. I’ve been cussed out for showing too much grace AND upholding the law. I’ve been blasted by doctrine nerds and megachurches and parachurches and those bloggers who preach a good blog but are actually self-important snobs.
I know I’m probably doing the same thing I’m accusing everyone of doing: but I seriously hurt so bad for my fellow brothers and sisters. I do love them, regardless of the damage. We could be so great in the world, if we weren’t trying so hard to out-great each other.
It doesn’t matter how much we flaunt grace in our sermons and blogs and podcasts: because when I see you behind closed doors and you’re still bad-mouthing everyone in black-and-white categories, no one is impressed by that, including you. I don’t care about your fancy words. I care if you love me and you love Jesus. Not perfectly, but with sincere passion. Jesus didn’t die for your platform. He died on a dirty Roman cross for your very real sin. And that grace is just as much for you as for me as for the Pharisee next to you.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT. PLEASE READ.
You are more than empty beds and lonely nights, you are not just a heartbeat under bed sheets. You are complex and wonderful, beautiful and brilliant; please stop allowing the silence to dictate who you are. You are Christ’s, the same voice that awoke the world, calls you beloved, never ever forget that.
- T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via tblaberge)
THIS IS LITERALLY A DESCRIPTION OF MY LIFE
Explaining what it’s like to grow up as Asian-American and Christian all in one video… Tears start pouring once you hit 1:58.
I can relate to this so much that it’s scary.
Frequently I hear Christians say, “I thought I was over that” or “I thought I wasn’t that person anymore” or “I thought I was healed and delivered from all that.” That kind of thinking leaves us vulnerable to believing we can dive deeper into temptation than we are actually able to withstand. Again, everybody has their limits, and when we are past ours, we find ourselves capable of exactly the same kind of behavior we thought we’d left behind.
There’s a paradox at work here. You see, we became weak by convincing ourselves that we were strong. But what if the answer lies in finding strength through accepting that deep down, we have weaknesses and limitations?