This started out as a comment on this note by Caleb Brewer: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1315553855#/note.php?note_id=62999691521
It ended up just being a note-sized response. lol
I do think that our problems can become highly addictive, mostly because of a feeling that if we let go of the controls, things will get worse. So even if we are crashing, at least we are in "control" of the crash.
That may just be my warped perspective, but it's true for me I know. I think that knowing that we have a problem, or knowing that things aren't going to turn out like we planned often feels safer than letting go, because in our simple human minds we hold to what we think we "KNOW". Even if it's bad. Better to crash while gripping the reins then to let go and give it over to God, who can stop the crash, who can stop the hurt if we let Him. Why is that? Because we "know" how we will stop the crash. It requires very little risk to calculate the best way to run yourself into a brick wall. At least you know what's going to happen, right? However, we percieve giving control to God as a great risk, and why? Because we don't know how He will alter or avoid the crash all together. We do know that He will do something different than our way, which is horrifying! Uncertainty about the direction of our future is most definately worse than knowing which wall we're about to clobber, right? Our problems are just that! But they become so very precious to us because even though we know we have them, even though we know we need to get rid of them, the risk of redemption, the risk of letting go, is percieved by us as being too great. At least we can confront them on our own terms. CRASH. BOOM.
If you think anywhere along the same lines as me, you've probably concluded that this is not the right way to deal with our addictive problems. If you feel like me, you know you should probably just let go. I can't guarentee there will be no pain, in fact, quite the opposite. Letting go hurts like hell at first. Like a leg cramp that actually feels better after you straighten it out, the fear of losing control is almost paralyzing at first. But I can say that you'll feel a good deal better about where you're headed once you do.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
The Greeks Don't Want No Freaks...
Howdy to any and all weary listeners that had the misfortune of passing this way. lol
My British Literature class recently read Beowulf, and as part of our homework, we had to write a poem in the Anglo-Saxon form, using the traditional rhythm and a technique know as alliteration. The reader should pause at the commas when reading this one. Professor Saga paired us with partners and it was up to us to write as much as we could. One thing that the Lord most definately gave me was the gift of gab, so I came up with all but about two lines of the following poem.
Notice the contrast of moods, the happiness of the pilgrims salvation as opposed to their former gripings and grievings. My professors only comments upon my recital was, "Oh how true!"
One more note I might add is that poems like this are not supposed to rhyme, so don't be thinking, "This doesn't rhyme!" Oh, and anybody who should be so foolish as to plagarize will be lynched. Here we go....
A Trip To Wal-Mart (or, White Salvation)
By James L. Brown and Daniel Parkins
With family feuding, and coffee frothing
In ghastly guzzler, of gasoline fumes
We rambled rowdily, to roust parking
With fleet feet, the brakes flashed
The illiterate idiot, took illegal spaces
We finally found, a space in the front
We vacate vehicle, with vehement ventings
And toward terror, of Wally-world traversed
The doomful doors, stood daunting before
They slid seductively, by sensor of motion
The greeting granny, our party greeted
With ancient wisdom, she asked answers
In driven day, how did we?
No feelings felt, by fastlane fools
We ran her over, with rambling run
Now onto other, more outstanding matters
In dauntless drove, with driven gate
We stalked toward, the sacred Section
Of White Salvation, the worshipped Wonder
Its regal rolls, we dearly required
With joyful hearts, took happy hostages
Our laughter erupted, our longings lost
The ringing registers, we approached rapidly
A well-aged helper, with hair-sprayed hair
The white bags, did brilliantly bulge
Our beautiful Bounty, the back-side Savior
Our total totalled, and dollars tallyed
We walked away, from Wally's wonder
Our future rekindled, our relations renewed
No longer afraid, our laughter lingered
Now entered guzzler, of gasoline grand
Towards sunset speeding, our SUV sped
How terrific triumphant, with toilet paper
Now comes complete, our clever account
Until we return, within two weeks
For fragile eggs, and fresh milk
And sadly said, say The End
Oh, and one more thing I thought I might add just in case you weren't sure about where the line between fact and fiction stands on this post, this one is 100% true, right down to the words of Professor Saga. I recited this in class, and actually recieved applause! lol
Hope you enjoyed it too.
My British Literature class recently read Beowulf, and as part of our homework, we had to write a poem in the Anglo-Saxon form, using the traditional rhythm and a technique know as alliteration. The reader should pause at the commas when reading this one. Professor Saga paired us with partners and it was up to us to write as much as we could. One thing that the Lord most definately gave me was the gift of gab, so I came up with all but about two lines of the following poem.
Notice the contrast of moods, the happiness of the pilgrims salvation as opposed to their former gripings and grievings. My professors only comments upon my recital was, "Oh how true!"
One more note I might add is that poems like this are not supposed to rhyme, so don't be thinking, "This doesn't rhyme!" Oh, and anybody who should be so foolish as to plagarize will be lynched. Here we go....
A Trip To Wal-Mart (or, White Salvation)
By James L. Brown and Daniel Parkins
With family feuding, and coffee frothing
In ghastly guzzler, of gasoline fumes
We rambled rowdily, to roust parking
With fleet feet, the brakes flashed
The illiterate idiot, took illegal spaces
We finally found, a space in the front
We vacate vehicle, with vehement ventings
And toward terror, of Wally-world traversed
The doomful doors, stood daunting before
They slid seductively, by sensor of motion
The greeting granny, our party greeted
With ancient wisdom, she asked answers
In driven day, how did we?
No feelings felt, by fastlane fools
We ran her over, with rambling run
Now onto other, more outstanding matters
In dauntless drove, with driven gate
We stalked toward, the sacred Section
Of White Salvation, the worshipped Wonder
Its regal rolls, we dearly required
With joyful hearts, took happy hostages
Our laughter erupted, our longings lost
The ringing registers, we approached rapidly
A well-aged helper, with hair-sprayed hair
The white bags, did brilliantly bulge
Our beautiful Bounty, the back-side Savior
Our total totalled, and dollars tallyed
We walked away, from Wally's wonder
Our future rekindled, our relations renewed
No longer afraid, our laughter lingered
Now entered guzzler, of gasoline grand
Towards sunset speeding, our SUV sped
How terrific triumphant, with toilet paper
Now comes complete, our clever account
Until we return, within two weeks
For fragile eggs, and fresh milk
And sadly said, say The End
Oh, and one more thing I thought I might add just in case you weren't sure about where the line between fact and fiction stands on this post, this one is 100% true, right down to the words of Professor Saga. I recited this in class, and actually recieved applause! lol
Hope you enjoyed it too.
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