Posts tagged personal
Posts tagged personal
In life all I want is to be loved. Its not easy I know. But I promise if you stay I’ll never leave you alone. You’ll never grow bored. I promise to always make our life together an adventure.
Rosie the Riveter <3
I always find it a bit odd when I observe the images people conjure up of Jesus Christ.
It’s like we’re reading two entirely different Bibles at times.
The world has fallen for this portrait of a caucasian, tender-hearted, pushover with an unusual love for bright colored clothing. [Jesus was a poor Jew…]
This isn’t quite the vision that comes to mind when I read the Scriptures. Jesus knew the truth and he let it set Him free - fully human and fully divine, He walked as one among us.
The Jesus I praise was/is an unconventional, controversial, rebellious badass with serious balls. He was point blank, frank, blunt even. Unafraid to call it like He saw it. He turned tables - literally. Often times He would just call people out for what they were - religious hypocrites, close minded, and racist (take the story of the good Samaritan for example). Sure He had a soft spot for the underdog, but that didn’t make Him a wimp by any means.
Jesus was a full blood Jew in the royal line of King David (the badass who killed Goliath). His fingers were probably callused, His skin dark and worn from years of hot carpentry work in Israel’s harsh climate. He most likely wore humble garments that were far from white (and not clean by today’s standards) and His hair probably wasn’t kept.
My Jesus was a radical revolutionary. One might even call Him a hippie of sorts - living by a message of peace, hope and equality for all of God’s creation. So where exactly the modern mainstream image of Jesus originated from I can’t seem to figure out. When people speak of Jesus, sometimes I have to stifle a laugh. I’m sure from up in Heaven at the right hand of the Father, Jesus chuckles a little bit too.
Perhaps we need to rediscover the Scriptures and remember our fearless and bold Savior. A man who was tender enough to welcome children into His arms, yet firm enough to turn the whole world upside down, bringing people to their knees. He wasn’t afraid to turn the other cheek, but He certainly wasn’t afraid to let His voice be heard either.
This is the Man-God that early Christians were willing to suffer extreme torture and executions for at the hands of the Romans.
Clearly this God, messiah, prophet, teacher, Lord, savior is unconventional.
Part of me can’t help but paint this picture in my mind of Jesus with two bold fingers up in the face of the nagging pharisees.
…but that’s just me…and I’m weird.
I suppose the beauty and appeal of Jesus Christ is the fact that He is the Savior of all for all. There are no boundaries or limits to His love and mercy. It’s just hardcore 24/7 lovin’. He can be whatever we want Him to be because He wants our relationship to be personal and intimate.
So whether your faith is catered to the common caucasian Jesus of Western pop culture, or my rugged and radical one, the point essentially is this: Jesus does love you individually with a fiercely unconventional and passionate love. And that I hope is something we can all agree on. :)
DEPECHE MODE - ENJOY THE SILENCE
I was seriously obsessed with this video when I was in middle school. My parents blessed me with an old VHS tape that had like about 10 hours of music videos off MTV recorded on it. All 1980’s alternative classic gems. I grew up on this stuff. Perhaps that’s why my music tastes are so golden now. Thanks mom & dad.
Parenting: they did it right.
I fell in love with the way the moon reflected off my skin
and cascaded down my bedsheets.
He shot through my window with his mysterious glow.
Illuminated with his nightly hue.
"Come to me."
He would sing ever so softly.
And I, restless, would have to follow after him.
Sleepless nights, turned into sleepless weeks, as our love grew deeper.
My devotion to him I expressed through song and dance.
Basking in his pure delight.
I swayed in his shadow, humming a tune stuck in my head.
The world however, was fast asleep.
And night was mine for the taking.
It was just he and I.
Alone, but couldn’t be happier.
I fell hard and fast for the gracefulness in his touch.
The magic feeling his presence would awaken within me.
The moon is my lover, my friend and companion.
He knows my darkest secrets and my heart’s deepest desires.
From him there is nothing I can hide.
At night I am embraced in his shadow.
I fall asleep as he slowly fades away.
When night is captured by morning.
All the day long I crave his soft touch, as the heat from the sun
beats on my fair back.
The calm of the night brings about such delight.
At times it leaves me speechless.
I am entranced by his beauty.
The moon fills every space with his gentle glow.
I hide in his arms, as he wipes away my worries.
Only if for one night.
This is when I truly come alive.
He sees my true colors.
He highlights the lines of my body.
With him I’m safe from the world.
I am a lover of the moon.
A lover of the night.
Adam and Eve must have been so happy before the fall.
I support nudists. If you can be THAT comfortable in your own skin & who God made you - then by all means go for it! You’ve got my respect.
I will never post anything that doesn’t represent me.
That I don’t think is worth reading or viewing.
That isn’t funny, inspiring or entertaining.
It’s not all beauty but it is all honesty.
So you can judge me by what I post.
But you can’t deny that I tried to be completely transparent.
On February 25th 2004 the love of my life was born.
Her name is Maggie.
She is my sister, my best friend, my joy, my heart, my inspiration, the apple of my eye.
She saves my life every day with her smile and her spunk.
I cannot imagine life without her.
She is my greatest joy and my greatest blessing.
I honestly doubt I could ever love anyone or anything more than this child.