Naruto Movie 2 Amv: Fight Like This (Full):
Heaven
My last blog was about hearing of different people’s hopelessness. Their desire to fill a void in their lives that needs satisfying, but is never satisfied.
Hmm… seems I’ve picked up a book that just happens to address why we can’t get satisfaction. It’s called the Slumber of Christianity by Ted Dekker. I’ve been wanting it for a while, and I just picked it up yesterday and only started reading it today. I had no idea it was going to address the issues that I brought up.
Must be a “God” thing.
I’ve only just got thru chapter 1, but it makes some good points. You see my blog the other day was about just people in general. Not just Non-Christians or Christians. This book so far addresses the issue that Christians say that they are filled with joy and stuff and should be, but often have all the same desires, and failures to satisfy their void as everybody else.
So far it looks like it may be because we’ve lost sight of the prize. That this world was never meant to fully satisfy us. This world is or can only give us a foretaste of what is to come.
Heaven.
Like I said in my last blog this is going to take some more pondering and I’d like to finish the book and think on this some more, before saying “Here’s all my thoughts” because well as you can see my thoughts have only just begun to develop.
On top of that, I want to give you more than just a retelling of the book and say, “Here’s what I came up with” besides, that would be plagiarism , and I’m not down with that.
Yes sometimes I speak 80s.
later.
What I see. What I hear. Chasing after the wind.
I seem to be a “hole in the wall” in different places and even on the internet I seem to wander into places of the most hopeless discussions.
I see or hear stories of people’s hopelessness, their brokenness. It seems that they are angry at how much work, how much of themselves they pour into their work, to make things right and how meaningless it all seems to be. They never advance in their work, their relationships, their drinking, eating, or other obsessions they struggle with.
Or even prejudice. Whether it is prejudice of wealth, race, power, dress, or countless other reasons that we all seem to find to cause divisions amongst ourselves. Interestingly enough, the same people that some of these people find prejudice are angry at other people’s prejudice toward themselves. It seems to me that most people like to point out other people’s differences without others pointing out their own. Funny thing is I always thought that it was our differences that made the human race interesting.
There are other things but the list is long.
Some people blame themselves, other people go so far as to blame the president, the war, the economy, the environment, or even high gas prices. This list is longer. A lot of people seem to know how or who to blame.
What is it that seems to be tearing our hearts to shreds? What is it that we seem to ache to satisfy so badly that we don’t even really know what it is?
Why is it that I seem to be in these places where no one seems to mind me hearing them pour their heart out to someone else.
It’s not like I’m intending to eavesdrop. I’ve even kept it pretty generic here so as not to infringe on their story. But I can’t help but wonder that there may be a reason.
I will have to ponder this some. If anyone wants to comment on this go ahead. I’ll leave you with something I found in a book called Ecclesiastes:
The words of the Teacher, son of David, king in Jerusalem:
“Meaningless! Meaningless!”
says the Teacher.
“Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless.”
What does man gain from all his labor
at which he toils under the sun?
Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever.
The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.
The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.
All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.
All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.
What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
Is there anything of which one can say,
“Look! This is something new”?
It was here already, long ago;
it was here before our time.
There is no remembrance of men of old,
and even those who are yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow.
I, the Teacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem. I devoted myself to study and to explore by wisdom all that is done under heaven. What a heavy burden God has laid on men! I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.
What is twisted cannot be straightened;
what is lacking cannot be counted.
I thought to myself, “Look, I have grown and increased in wisdom more than anyone who has ruled over Jerusalem before me; I have experienced much of wisdom and knowledge.” Then I applied myself to the understanding of wisdom, and also of madness and folly, but I learned that this, too, is a chasing after the wind.
For with much wisdom comes much sorrow;
the more knowledge, the more grief.
Finding the light.
Note: This is more random thoughts to myself. But if anyone likes this stuff then here you go.
When you seek the light. You need to really seek it.
Really look for it.
You can’t just look where you want to look or see what you want to see.
There’s a lot of pain and darkness in this world. This we know as the absence of comfort. The absence of light.
We seem to get glimpses of light from time to time. moment to moment.
But it’s like 5 blind men who grab a hold of an elephant. One describes the elephant as flat as a pancake, the other a snake, a rope, a huge wall, or like a tree trunk.
Each one is right … about different parts of the elephant, but none of them have a complete picture.
This world seems to me, a layer of skin that covers what is really going on. It’s sort of a dim reflection of what is coming. I can feel it in my bones.
Update – One last thought on this for now: We need to listen to older people. I know, sometimes we get “Granpa Simpson” but sometimes we get “Mr. Miyagi”
Update 11-24-07 from the Larry Norman song The Great American Novel
“Don’t ask me for the answers I’ve only found one,
That a man leaves his darkness when he follows the Son.”
Migraine/Stress Headache
I’m not going to post a bulletin on this, so only those checking the blog will probably know that I’ve had a Migraine headache for the last 2-3 weeks. 2 weeks ago I was dead for about 3 days.
2 weeks ago I went to the doctor and got some sampler medicine Maxalt which worked a little, but not much. Something that started with R but it was useless and a prescription for Amitriptyline, which I kept forgetting to get filled till friday which instead of sleeping hard and nonstop, everything woke me and I woke up several times… instead of feeling refreshed I felt drained the next day and Sunday. I won’t be taking it again.
The stuff I got last was butalbital, which mostly works but works the best out of all four medicine.
My headache was all over the head 2 weeks ago and is/was in the front but seems to shift to the back once in a while. I don’t always see spots, only had blurry vision once or twice. And last week I felt better but my head keeps hurting and I’m loopy.
last week, I went back to the doctor’s for the 2nd time. And they decided to do a CAT scan this Wed. morning.
So this way anyone curious about where I’ve been now knows. I’ve been to work as much as I can, and I’ve missed some Church. I’m doing what I can when I feel like I can.
Hopefully the CAT scan doesn’t find anything horrible, but I am hoping that something is revealed that me and the doctors can work with to make me better.
Cut
I’m not sure what it is about this video or this song, but it follows me, haunts me. Is the person I’m looking at in need? Do I reach out? Do they want me to reach out?
Or am I the one in need?
Sometimes physical damage isn’t the only thing we inflict on ourselves. Sometimes we tell ourselves how worthless and unloved we are. Just because these wounds are emotionally afflicted, makes them no less real than the ones that are physically afflicted on ourselves.
I once believed I was unlovable. That I could not love. I know today that I was made to love and be loved and that I am loved. If I could tell everyone one thing it is this, “That you too, are loved.”
