Christian

Hello, I’m a Christian.
My mum’s was a Christian, my father is a Christian, both sets of my grandparents are Christians. I’ve always been one.

I go to church every Sunday, yes fall asleep sometimes but doesn’t everyone? Plus, at least I show up! I think I’m better that everyone. I mean, we preach the whole we’re all sinners thing, but I’m not all that bad. Like Hitler is obviously worse than me.  I’ve sinned a couple times, a white lie here or there at all that, but nothing bad.


I love judging people. I mean all you gay, pro choice democrats are all going to hell, and that’s the honest truth. I will take every opportunity to tell you that because I’m up here and you’re down there. I’m very religious. As I mentioned already, I’m always at church. I have this big, beautiful KJV (because you know Jesus talked in Thou and Thy) Bible that I carry there every Sunday. During the week, it sits on my mantle for all the world to see. Speaking of during the week, I spend most of my days acting normal. I don’t draw too much attention to myself, I would hate for people to think I’m weird. I just do my own thing. God helps those who help themselves you know, which is why I don’t waste my time with homeless people and stuff. They’re probably gonna buy drugs with the money anyway

. So there you have it. I’m such a great person who’s going to heaven, a place I don’t really believe in but you know, got to cover all my bases.


I’m a Christian.

I mess up all the time. I’m the furthest thing from a perfect person. The truth is, me being a Christian has nothing to do with, well, me. The word itself means “Follower of Christ.” So I really can’t tell you about myself, I should tell you about who I follow. He’s this guy who gave up everything He had to redeem me. How can I help but follow Him, learn about Him, love Him, be like Him? And being like Him means loving everyone. No matter who they are and what they’ve done. After all, who am I to judge, I’m no better than them. I know all this but I’m still prone to messing up. I mean, I am human. I can’t help myself, that’s the whole point of Faith in Jesus. Not the whole getting into heaven thing that people try to make it about.



That’s what being a Christian is about.



Happy Easter everyone!

Quote of the Post: “Of all religions, the Christian should of course inspire the most tolerance, but until now Christians have been the most intolerant of all men.” –Voltaire

Song of the Post: Church Clothes by LaCrae

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Scatter Brain

I haven’t updated my blog in a while. The truth is I have lacked inspiration. Many days I have opened up my laptop, ready to make a post and then… nothing. Nada. Zip. Even today as I write, I’m kind of just letting the words fall out where they lay. Safe to say, my thoughts will be very scattered here. My thoughts have been very scattered in general. So many things have been on my mind lately that I haven’t really thought of anything.  That sounds like a contradiction but it’s the best way I can explain my thought process.
Thought. It’s an interesting concept in itself. I was on the bus today and was thinking about what sets us humans apart from the rest of the animal kingdom. I mean some could say our personalities but I think a valid argument could be made claiming animals have personalities as well. I mean, cats have attitude (I hate them), dogs are like little kids, cheeky but lovable, etc. No, I think what sets us apart is the fact that we are aware. Aware of ourselves, of the world. I’m not talking about the fact that we know we are alive. Animals know that. That’s what sets them (us?) apart from plants and stuff; but humans, we are aware. We think. We think past how to survive, find a mate and reproduce. Past the current situation at hand. We think abstract. We philosophize. We dream.
It’s actually pretty beautiful. Humans are an amazing, remarkable species. The fact that we have this ability tells us that there’s more to life than the laws of physics and biology (there’s chemistry and math too, JK, but you know what I mean). Back to the whole abstract thinking thing, it’s such an overlooked phenomenon that makes us special. Almost perfect.
However, then you turn on the news and see, well, everything. The tears, violence, disease, hunger. Hate. It’s like out special ability has evolved into this grotesque thing that far from what it was intended to me. Our ability to dream has allowed us to discover more ways to hurt. But even despite it all, I think, no, I know that there’s still hope for us.
We are all redeemable. I truly believe that.
This is a really short post. I apologize. I’m not gonna put a song or a quote with it. Just some food for thought:

In this broken world, how can we possibly be redeemable?