Monday, September 26, 2011

Clarity of Faith

I think, if nothing else, I don't want my faith to be ambiguous. I don't want people to wonder.

There are Christian bands that, from a secular perspective, don't always come off as being Christian because they talk very little about Jesus.

The reality is, I may not write very many movies that specifically deal with Christianity. However, my hope is to have my life reflect Jesus Christ. I want there to be no question as to what I stand for and in whom I place my identity.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Love At First Sight


I don't believe there's such a thing as "love at first sight." I think if you truly make that initial connection, simply by looking, and you get that feeling that you "just know", you definitely have something, but it's not love. How can you make such an encompassing assumption about someone simply by looking at them? The only thing you have to go on is their physical appearance. You can't possibly know anything about their emotions, their personality, or their masterfully woven and beautifully mysterious soul. How can someone claim to love a person and not intimately know these things?

Personally, I won't even say I "like" someone until I've gotten at least a glimpse of these things. Anything less is simply physical, material, and, ultimately, lustful. Lust is an absence of love. Lust is purely physical. So if you think you have that magical, fated connection, you don't know what love is.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Life in the Fast Lane

Sometimes I worry that life is going to pass me by, that I'm going to miss the fine details.  Sometimes I want time to slow down a bit. Sometimes I wish I could drop some of my responsibilities so I can have time to simply stop and appreciate this beautiful earth God has given us. Is that selfish?

I feel like sometimes I'm moving through life so fast that I'm only able to exist within this world, unable to truly appreciate it. I don't want to "get so busy" or move so fast that I'm not able to appreciate the small things. Like smells. Scenery. People. Places. Emotions. Memories.

I don't know how to find a balance. I want to do all things unto the Lord, but do I get the luxury of enjoying myself? Is any of this even important, or am I being selfish?

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Birthday List

Here is my birthday list, world.

I've added asterisks (*) to some of these items. The more asterisks, the more I want that item. Some of these things I want, some of these things I need. You be the judge.

1. Care packages in the form of non-perishable foods (they only have food twice a day on the weekends, as compared to three normally. I'm wasting away)
2. A high definition TV
3. A Nintendo 3DS********
4. A three-hole punch*
5. JCPenny gift cards (I'm running out of jeans)****
6. Gas money*
8. Money (I have to pay to print papers, laundry, etc.)*
10. A NAS Bible
11. Twin-size bed sheets. (I like blue)
11-2. Optional matching pillow cases.
12. A suit. I own nice dress shirts, just not a suit. I don't know what suit size I am. I also don't know what suite size I am.
13. An HD cable to connect Charlotte (my laptop) to HD devices. I don't need a TV or anything for this one, I just want the option to be able to.***
14. Ties (any kind or color, though I'm not really looking for silly ties). I only have one.


I'll update this as I think of things.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Mysteries of the Heart

Why do people use hand sanitizer after dumping their dishes on the loading tray? Aren't they the only ones who've handled their dishes? Weren't they clean to begin with?

Why do people brush their teeth -before- breakfast? Isn't it a little repetitious to brush your teeth after dinner and then again when you wake up, when you probably didn't eat in between? Wouldn't it make more sense to brush your teeth -after- breakfast? Isn't the point of brushing your teeth to remove the food left on after a meal, to prevent the chance of plaque buildup?

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

A Poem

I was unemployed
So I created a zombie-catching service.
No one called.
I got a real job.