Quite possibly the most depressing and insightful story i have ever known.
OH, broken world! Don't you know that justice WILL roll like a river?!
power is for power's sake, but powerlessness is not freedom.
Shalom is liberation, freedom to be chosen by God, and to chose him in return.
Lord, let your shalom be mine. You know the cries of my heart, change these selfish cries to shouts of justice for the poor and oppressed.
The world tells me that 2+2=5.I want to know that your word is true, just as 2+2=4, i want to know it with all my being, with everything i have. You are true, you are right, you are the true logician, you are the reason of the world. We depend on you for every breath, every moment, every life.
Sunday, 20 December 2009
Sunday, 6 December 2009
love not money
happinness doesnt come from wealth,
happinness isn't found in emptyness,
happinness can't be bought,
happinness isn't found in formulas.
Happiness is found in love,
hapinness is found in courage,
happiness id found in community,
happinness is experienced in eternity.
happiness belongs to God,
Happinness is not earned or bought
but embraced and lived.
Happinness is laughing and crying
with like minded people.
It is baring through life
with people holding your hand.
Happinness is contentment,
not an accepting bad circumstances,
but a peace and a unity found with God and his people.
it is love, not money.
happinness isn't found in emptyness,
happinness can't be bought,
happinness isn't found in formulas.
Happiness is found in love,
hapinness is found in courage,
happiness id found in community,
happinness is experienced in eternity.
happiness belongs to God,
Happinness is not earned or bought
but embraced and lived.
Happinness is laughing and crying
with like minded people.
It is baring through life
with people holding your hand.
Happinness is contentment,
not an accepting bad circumstances,
but a peace and a unity found with God and his people.
it is love, not money.
prayer
Lord, restore my sight,
to do whats right,
with all God's might,
I'll take this fight,
and make things right,
Lord, transfrom my mind,
make truth unwinde,
for you i'll find,
the lost and blind.
to do whats right,
with all God's might,
I'll take this fight,
and make things right,
Lord, transfrom my mind,
make truth unwinde,
for you i'll find,
the lost and blind.
humble tree
I have seen you in the darkest winters,
I have seen you in the joys of spring,
I have loved you when the leaves have fallen,
I have loved you when the birds nest sing.
I try to match your height and beauty,
I try that you may notice me,
I try to win your heart and attention,
but my beauty you cannot see.
I have seen you in the joys of spring,
I have loved you when the leaves have fallen,
I have loved you when the birds nest sing.
I try to match your height and beauty,
I try that you may notice me,
I try to win your heart and attention,
but my beauty you cannot see.
to James
A cup of tea in your hands,
a pillow on your head.
I remember your smile, your voice,
The words Inever said.
It doesn't make sense!
You should be here, but you're not.
and now you are gone, gone from here,
out of sight but not out of mind.
when you fell i felt it,
when you cried, i cried too,
we'd talk till late, walk till late,
now you're gone.
a pillow on your head.
I remember your smile, your voice,
The words Inever said.
It doesn't make sense!
You should be here, but you're not.
and now you are gone, gone from here,
out of sight but not out of mind.
when you fell i felt it,
when you cried, i cried too,
we'd talk till late, walk till late,
now you're gone.
Wednesday, 2 December 2009
Tuesday, 1 December 2009
happy shoes?
Money. What a pain in the ass. If I have money, I want to spend it, mostly on me. When I don't have money, I convince myself that when I do get money, I will some how miraculously become less selfish and give it all away...Yet the cycle continues. Have money, spend money, have no money, want money to give away.
I have seen enough of poverty to make me want to sell everything I own, but this feeling fades too quickly, its gone even before the next time a garage sale comes around. By then I have seen the next pair of "bargain" sparkly shoes I want, and do in fact get, just so I can feel better about myself.
Sometimes I become acutely aware that buying the sparkly shoes wont help me feel better, it wont improve the way I look, or change the way I act towards myself and others. Infact, all these sparkly shoes will do is make my feet ache for the next three days, leave my bank balance depleted, my cupboard ever fuller and my conscience just that little bit duller.
Yet, I can never hold onto this realization for very long. The ache in my feet fades, my bank balance recovers slightly and I close the door to my cupboard. But the dullness of my conscience cannot be hidden by doors, it shall remain cluttered by useless possessions, stained with the smell of stolen perfume and marred by the deadly heals of consumerism.
I don't know how to look after the poor, I don't know how to love my neighbour, I don't know how to love myself. If I knew how to love myself I wouldn't need so many shoes.
I have seen enough of poverty to make me want to sell everything I own, but this feeling fades too quickly, its gone even before the next time a garage sale comes around. By then I have seen the next pair of "bargain" sparkly shoes I want, and do in fact get, just so I can feel better about myself.
Sometimes I become acutely aware that buying the sparkly shoes wont help me feel better, it wont improve the way I look, or change the way I act towards myself and others. Infact, all these sparkly shoes will do is make my feet ache for the next three days, leave my bank balance depleted, my cupboard ever fuller and my conscience just that little bit duller.
Yet, I can never hold onto this realization for very long. The ache in my feet fades, my bank balance recovers slightly and I close the door to my cupboard. But the dullness of my conscience cannot be hidden by doors, it shall remain cluttered by useless possessions, stained with the smell of stolen perfume and marred by the deadly heals of consumerism.
I don't know how to look after the poor, I don't know how to love my neighbour, I don't know how to love myself. If I knew how to love myself I wouldn't need so many shoes.
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