Amazing that blind will spend so much of their time trying to lead the blind, telling them that all this beauty happened by chance, when they themselves intrinsically understand, the instance of phenomena breathtaking, incredible awesome; In their rebellious deliberate ignorance, they have no idea how much it will cost them.
We are without excuse, unable to say,
Nothing made the sun rise today.
By Your works, Your Creation declares You.
Little by little we have gone astray,
Falling for the treacherous tricks and meticulous marketing of the one who lurks in the shadows, waiting to pounce and steal seeds away.
Our glorious purposes relegated to a demeaning rote routine, Short bursts of many pursuits of false gold and decaying things. Only You can save us, Jesus.
That you were at the time separated from Christ
Alienated from the commonwealth of Israel
And strangers to the covenants of promise,
Having no hope and without God in the world.
Now in Christ Jesus you who were once far off
Have been brought near
by the blood of Christ.
For He himself [no one else, or nothing more] is our peace,
Who has made us [the Church] both one
And has broken down in His flesh
the dividing wall of hostility
By abolishing the law of commandments expressed in ordinances
That he might create in Himself
One new man in place of two,
So making peace,
And might reconcile us both [Himself and us] to God
in one body [marriage]
through the cross
thereby killing the hostility.
And he came and preached
Peace to you who were far off
And peace to those who were near.
For through Him, we both have access in one Spirit to the Father.
Spiritual maturity is not primarily measured by our sanctification, but in the measure of growth in our faith and dependence on God for all things.
So far it’s been a year of taking science/mathy classes. God’s grace alone has gotten me through. For sure.
Time for a breather, and back in I go.
sfijsfosfso!!! 3 more weeks. ! ! !
Faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.
Faith is the assurance [that it will for certain happen] of things hoped for [And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God.He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”], the conviction of things not seen[ And you, who were dead in your trespasses and the uncircumcision of your flesh, God made alive together with him, having forgiven us all our trespasses, by canceling the record of debt that stood against us with its legal demands. This he set aside, nailing it to the cross. He disarmed the rulers and authorities and put them to open shame, by triumphing over them in him.]
Interview with Rosaria Butterfield—her experience as a lesbian English professor and the church. Very intriguing and encouraging story!
It was a foggy afternoon when I pulled out of the community college parking lot onto a perpetually busying intersection. I had gone to work in the clinic in the morning, then, sat through 3 hours of chemistry (which was a rather interesting experience because halfway though class the door jammed, and couldn’t be opened from either side, resulting in someone having to break into the classroom using something that resembled a mini-jaws of life). I was on my way to other work in Tustin, amped because this full day was going rather well for being kind of sleep deprived. Until I saw blue and red lights flash behind me.
I was extremely puzzled and pulled into the nearest parking lot. Sat there, thinking something had fallen off my car, or my trunk was open. The officer dismounted from his motorcycle and walked over to the driver’s side. I rolled my window down and said, verbatim, “did something happen?” I realize now how similarly I act around law enforcement as I do just some average Joe on the street; probably not a good thing. Anyhow, he said to me, ‘Ma’am, did you know that you just turned right on the red? And there were 3 different signs saying “No turn on red”?’ And of course he probably thought I was acting (maybe acting rather well), but I looked absolutely confused and said “REALLY? I had no idea”. Now that I’m typing this, this looks like the most typical statement anyone could give an officer after having sped, or texted, or running reds. But really, I had no idea. I must have been extremely dazed or out of it, but I did not see any signs when turning. Of couse what I didn’t see didn’t matter to him.
Off he went with my license and his pad of paper writing me a ticket. The whole time, I was slowly fuming into a ball of frustration and anger. My heart cursed, felt anxious about being late to work, analyzed the whole situation, and berated myself all at the same time. When he came back, he handed me a pick slip and had me sign something. Funny story is, I’ve never gotten a ticket while driving, so I didn’t really know what to do with the piece of paper he just handed me. I asked questions about it, he answered. He mounted his motorcycle and away he went. I sat there flabbergasted, insides boiling. I walked out of the car to see if I could see any signs on the intersection, but was too far to see. I crumpled the paper with my fists and shoved it into a corner of my car, and turned on the ignition.
As I drove, I was steaming out both ears. I was angry because I felt like this was an injustice. I curled my hands into a fist until the knuckles turned white, and I angrily spoke to the officer in my mind: “Are you serious? How long were you waiting at the intersection to get someone? How many people have you pulled over for this stupid thing anyways? Filling a quota? Do you have an idea how much I make? It’s no chump change!” And it went on and on. I then vented to God. Look, God, You don’t understand, I seriously had no idea the signs were there! Why do I have to get punished for something I didn’t even know I did until after the fact. Lame. Then, as if it were right on cue, a memory of an old post I wrote popped into my head. Something along the lines of talking about how in our ignorance of our sins, we are still culpable before God. And my mind was silenced. My heart was stilled.
How this incident was such a great life lesson to me! Even if I did not deliberately and consciously break the law, I am still guilty of doing so. And in my inability to see past my own side of the story, my heart perspective was skewed. I felt wronged and furious that someone would catch me breaking the law—especially one that I didn’t even realize was happening. I felt like I was the one wronged even though I did the wronging. Are we, as humans, not like this all the time? Especially us who do not think that God is offended by our law-breaking thoughts and deeds, even the ones that we are not aware are felonies against the Maker? I was so up in arms because my pride, my dignity, and my money, felt assaulted even though I deserved it. Even during this short time of reflection, God reminded me that my money is not even my own, so why be so sinfully upset that it was going to be lost to the city of Garden Grove?
As I drove, my anger melted away, and I was immediately humbled. Praise God for such a work in my heart at the instance!
I know that when I get the ticket in the mail with the actual penalty amount I will probably have to fight that anger again, so may this post be a reminder to myself.