What do we want out of life?
Is it happiness? Do we want to feel like the entire world has revolved around us? With this mentality, there is a sense of hopelessness. Because along with the sensation of being the center of it all is the knowledge that you are flawed and faulty. You make mistakes; you hurt people's feelings when your intentions were the exact opposite. If the focal point of life is you, then life is shallow.
Is it to leave a mark? Would having our names in history textbooks make us feel fulfilled? Of course, famous people down through history, names taught to every 6th grade child, haven't found their own fame sufficient. Ernest Hemingway, the renowned writer, killed himself with a shotgun. Throughout his career, the fear of failure and embarrassment haunted him to the point of suicide. While we still uphold his brilliant mind, Hemingway did not find enough purpose in his own life to continue it. So he ended it. Nothing can assure you that you're going to go down in history forever. If what you want out of life is to leave a mark, footprints don't last forever on this earth. Eventually, they will be wiped clean.
Is it to have people like you? Popularity can make us feel important, but is it enough to live for? People are fickle...one moment you'll be on top of the world, but that only takes one little thing to change. A look, a sentence, something not said, something done. Because we are all sinful people, mistakes are certain to be made. Having everyone like you is actually an indication that you're not being who you truly are, for nobody can please everybody.
Is it something to fight for?
Rallying behind something, waking each day with a purpose-injected drive, knowing that someone has your back because when fighting for the same cause you fight together, ... these are all concepts for which our hearts yearn. A symbol that will never fade, a charge that will never lose its passion, a reason whose logic will never fall.
Is that what we want out of life? To live for something and not having something else live for us?
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
A Post of Black and White
My goodness, it has been quite awhile since I’ve
posted anything.
Life has been so busy, and it’s easy to let the weight of
everything cave in around you. School, work, illness, financial issues...all of
these things sound scarily like the grown-up world...a world I’m finding myself
drawn into more and more.
At first, it freaked me out to think I’m growing up.
With getting older comes responsibility, after all, and I’ve liked being a
goofy, little kid so far. Once the benefits of being a college student and a
working woman made themselves known, I became instead discontent with my
present state: all of a sudden, I wanted to grow up as fast as possible.

I say this in past tense as if it isn’t true now.
Honestly, discontentment is a present tense that seems to follow me wherever I
go. When I’m not wrestling with responsibility, I’m vying for more. When I’m
not frustrated with my “to-do” list, I’m adding additional items to make it
even longer. Obviously, I’ve got a problem, and that problem is that I’m trying
to do everything myself.
The good, Christian people at church always say “Trust
God with everything”, but then they also act as though succeeding academically
and socially are of almost equal importance. I’m not saying that getting good
grades and having lots of friends is a bad thing. On the contrary, I think both
of those things help you in life tremendously. However, they’re not the ends to
which our means lead. Our lives aren’t going to climax in a fantastic career or
an impressive network of friends. What matters is the fingerprints we leave.
What part of us is the next generation going to remember? Is it that A you made
in biology, or is it the time you helped that struggling single mom watch her
kids while she worked? Or is it the time you became friends with that one guy
everybody else had written off?

Think about it. What do you remember about other people?
To tell you the truth, I’m intimidated by people who are smart and successful.
I think, they couldn’t possibly need me. I’m nobody. I make good grades, but
that person is probably smarter than I am. I have great friends, but that
person probably has more. That’s not necessarily the right way to think (I’ve
been struggling with that my whole life),
but it is the way I think. One person’s kindness is enough to forever mark them
in my memory. Not long ago, I ran into a guy I had known back when I was in
middle school. He vaguely recognized me, although I remember him well. Why?
Because once, in a random act of civility, he said a friendly “hello” to me at
a conference. It was a small, infinitesimal act, but it left a fingerprint on
my heart. Maybe that meant nothing to him, but to me it showed that he thought
I was somebody worth talking to.
One thing that got me thinking about this was World
War II. So many rumors and conspiracies and worries are circulating right now.
Some even wonder if another catastrophe like the one in Germany eighty years
ago could recur. Although it sounds absurd, it got me thinking. What if? I’m
sure those Jewish girls back in 1939 didn’t worry about being slaughtered
before they were able to graduate. I’m sure they freaked out about papers and
deadlines. But what good did that do them? We remember those people like Anne
Frank and the ones who helped them stay hidden. We remember Corrie Ten Boom who
used to work in her father’s clock shop before the holocaust. Utterly average people who left marks more significant
than presidents, dictators, and kings.
In twenty years, we’re not going to look back on our
school years and think “Gee, I’m so glad I stressed out about all those papers.”
Instead, it will be the ways in which we touched other people and allowed them
to touch us (I mean emotionally, not physically...). If stress is clouding your
life, closing in around you, weighing you down so that you can barely breathe,
think about this. It’s not important. Doesn’t matter how much money you have at
stake or how many points off your GPA, it’s not important. The Lord looks at
the heart, and He judges you by your intent. What does your heart yearn for?
Good grades? Well, then it’s pointing in the wrong direction. Someone once said
that the Bible is a compass pointing your heart back to God every single day
because every single day it goes astray.
Don’t forget what’s really important.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Puzzle Piece of the Heart
it came to the end it seems you had heard.
cause we walked the city streets,
you never said a word
-Where are you Now by Mumford and Sons

Peace is the magic word.
Peace makes the world go round, along with love.




Then leave it there.
Monday, December 10, 2012
a Gift, a Promise, a Notion
"Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand."
Romans 5:1-2
a gift
a promise
a notion
What we did deserved severe punishment of the highest degree -- eternal torture and ceaseless agony. That was the prescribed retribution, after all. The rules were laid out plain and simple, just like they were for Adam and Eve. Don't do this. What did we do? We did that.

Our parents told us not to lie. We pointed fingers when someone broke Mom's favorite picture frame. They told us not to steal. We found it acceptable to slip a piece of candy from our siblings' stockings at Christmastime when no one was looking.
These may seem like minor misdemeanors, but in truth they are mere indicators of a larger problem at work: our lives bare the tell-tale footprints of sin.
We have to be honest, our lives are messed up. Even if we get everything to look perfect on the outside, there has to be something ugly happening on the inside. Truth is, we will never get it all right, and that is the greatest curse of our existence.
BUT, (and it is a very large "but" because this verse was not intended to induce depression), we were spared the punishment. By no small miracle, it was made as though there never was any sin in the first place. Someone absolutely perfect in every way, by very nature incapable of deviating from God's plan one iota, took the battle I should have fought. He was bruised; He was shamed. BUT, He was not beaten.

Through blood and tears, He arose victorious. The sin forgotten and constantly excused. What deserves grace such as this? We spit in the face of the one who gave us everything, and instead of letting the hammer of justice fall where it may, He extended a pardon of mercy. Crazy, unexplainable love fueled the perpetual forgiveness of a misdeed that should have deserved hell.
Now, I have just one question for you: How could we possibly not grant one another that same mercy?
Sunday, November 25, 2012
the people we love
How much do we have to show the people we love?
-"Crossed" by Allie Condie
Looking at my life, I am amazed.
So many things that
prick my heart and put its arms around my soul. So many little kisses from God
just to remind me that He loves me. So many thumbprints of love in little
things that accumulate to give me more blessings than I could ever deserve.
There are big things too. Big things like friendships, family. People I can talk to, people who will make me laugh and who will smack me in the face when I need it. People who will hold my hair for me, people who will be glad for me, people who will show up for me, people who will cry for me.
Those are the best friends.



"And all these blessings shall come upon you and overtake you, because you obey the voice of the Lord your God."
Deuteronomy 28:2
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Black and White
When I was little, I thought of the world
as black and white. There were shaded sides, and there were spotless sides.
Everything either good or bad.

Now, I can't make the same claim any more.
There are aspects of life that cannot be classified as always good or always
evil, and that is because life is incredibly subjective. There is no real way
to be objective. Not ever. Not in any circumstance. The United States has
crafted a judicial system based on supposed "unbiased" jurors. In
reality, however, those individuals, pulled from their daily lives by dreaded
"jury summons", will actually reach their decisions based on their
own experiences. What is right for one person is wrong for another. Nobody
can step outside of his own head and make a decision.

So what is to be the deciding factor in
decision-making? Can we rely on our emotions to provide the right answer to any
situation? Although we are often told by the world, by the media, are we really
the ones in control of our own lives?
If a boy is killed in an accident by a
distracted driver and the father's emotions drive him to
take vengeance on the absentminded motorist, is that the right thing
to do? Are our hearts really capable of serving justice?
The answer is no.
No, we are not capable of making the right
decision. No, we do not automatically default to what is ethical and pure. In
fact, the very opposite is true. From the beginning of time, mankind has
struggled with its tendency to fall into ruin when left alone. Every time we
get it in our heads that we are the ones in control, that we are the ones who
call the shots, who make or break a situation, that is when we fall. Power is a
drug, but it is also a fantasy. The problem is we convince ourselves that we
have it in overdose and that it is up to us to keep injecting it.
Truth is, the world really is in black and
white. There really is a right and a wrong answer. And life, well, that’s
just us trying to find out what exactly it is.
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Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Trapped Between WIndows
10 October 2013
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Trapped between windows...
Ever feel like you’re dumbying
yourself down to meet other people’s “normalcy”? Like you possess all this
potential, but you continuously keep it hidden so that you’ll fit in with the
multitudes of your peers. Wear the right things, say the right things, go to
the right places, talk with the right people. It’s all an act. Maybe it sounds
rather conspiratorial, but the world is keeping teenagers under a tight rein
with misconceptions of adolescence and by progressively lowering standards.
Adolescence…what does that word
really mean? Defined, it is “a period or stage of development, as of a
society, preceding maturity.” Basically,
it means that based upon other people’s standards, we’re not yet fully developed.
We’re thrown excuses like (and I know you have heard this at least once in
your life), “Your brain just isn’t fully developed.” Does that mean that I
shouldn’t be held to the same expectations of a regular human being? Isn’t the purpose of so
called “adolescence” to get from one place, immaturity, to the state of being
mature? In the box of adolescence, this is not possible. There is no exit. There is no fire escape.
All we have is a front window and a back window, and we’re stuck on the inside
to decide out of which one to gaze.
Both windows are enticing, but it’s
the combination of two possible lives that confuses us. Being a kid seems like
fun, so we want to hold onto that aspect. On the other side of the wall, being
an adult seems to accompany a host of responsibilities that our maturing brains
desire.
Oh, but we’re still adolescent. So
no need to worry about those...responsibilities yet.
What’s ridiculous is that some of
us realize that this “normal” is not the way things should be, but we still go along with it nonetheless.
Because it’s what the cool people do. It’s what those girls who have all the
friends do. It’s what that guy on the football team does. Hours upon end, we
converse about meaningless subjects without one ounce of authenticity. The
average teen is expected (and therefore complies) to be consumed with up to three
things: (1) appearance, (2) school, and (3) members of the opposite sex. Of course those
things are important to a certain extent in society, but the level at which we
absorb ourselves with them oftentimes amounts to, quite frankly, nothing. The verdict is predictable: We’re
all ugly; we all hate school; and we all want a girl/boyfriend. What a limited
scope of opportunities!
After completing some neurological
research on the development of the brain, Professor Frances Jenson was quoted as saying, “You
think of them [teens] as these surly, rude, selfish people. Well, actually,
that’s the developmental stage they’re at. They aren’t yet at that place where
they’re thinking about – or capable, necessarily, of thinking about the effects
of their behavior on other people. That requires insight.” Perhaps this is just me, but I find being stereotyped as "surly, rude, and selfish" insulting enough before heaping a truckload of excuses on top of it. Despite all of her education and researching, what Professor Jenson really came up with was a long, scientific excuse for the misbehavior of young people that actually limited them to the very characteristics which she criticized. And all under the banner of "mere adolescence".
Plus, maybe this is very
John Locke of me, but I don’t really like it when people tell me what I can’t
do.
Additionally, I find Jenson's quote borderline humorous. My six year old
cousin gets in trouble because "he knows better”. Why should teenagers be
exempt from having the most basic of social skills: consideration?
Truly, nobody is born with the ability to function flawlessly in Society, but it is essentially the responsibility of the older generations to teach the younger ones how to "rule" the world. After all, it will be ours somebody. Dr. Jay Giedd
from the National Institution of Mental Health commented, “It’s sort of unfair
to expect teens to have adult levels of organizational skills or
decision-making before their brains are finished being built.” Besides calling for a lowering of standards for teens (which we will be ever so happy to meet, by the way), the Doctor indirectly proposes a frightening prospect. Teenagers lack the required understanding, so why bother trying to teach them? These types of excuses surmount to explain why we young adults carry big red targets on our backs every day of our lives.
In retrospect, it's no surprise that our expectations for ourselves have decreased dramatically as well. Typical teenagers call the kid who
knows more about physics a geek, yet that kid will probably go on
to become one of the nation’s leading experts in science in the next decade or two. The girl who recites the Lord of the Rings like some girls rattle off song lyrics is considered weird by teen
society, but most likely she will go on to be a prominent literary scholar while they're still trying to hold a job.
In short, we have our priorities
misplaced. The frustrating reality is that nobody is willing to do anything about it
unless everybody does, and we all know that is never going to happen. We can harp on this subject for days upon
days, but merely knowing doesn’t change anything. We have to act NOW. We have to decide that the present circumstances are flawed and assume that we’re
the only ones with the capacity to realize it. We have to be willing to go
against the grain even if the world is telling us we're mess-ups. We have to
challenge ourselves in the venues which God calls us towards regardless of
what our peers will think or say.
Perhaps if we genuinely devoted
ourselves to doing the hard things, to taking those God-given opportunities, to not shying away from being the smart kid or the geek,
then Society’s standards would begin to change, and this time for the better. Maybe together we can make a difference by getting rid of the "myth of adolescence" and by "growing-up" America. For as Martin Luther King Jr. perceptibly
said, “We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.”
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