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uncomplicated.
If
by: Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
[read]
with me.
"Our tendency in the midst of suffering
is to turn on God.
To get angry and bitter
and shake our fist at the sky
and say,
"God, you don't know what it's like!
You don't understand!
You have no idea what I'm going through.
You don't have a clue how much this hurts."
The cross is God's way of taking away all of our
accusations,
excuses,
and arguments.
The cross is God taking on flesh and blood and saying,
"Me too."
— Rob Bell
[think]
artiste'
“Every day an artist gets up and knows he has to run.
He has to run faster than the distant fragments of our time,
faster than the voices hemming him in,
telling him that however much he thinks,
imagines,
writes or comunicates,
the system has already found a new way of drowning him out.
Faster than the army of pretentious pinheads boasting artistic bollox,
screaming their cheapskate anger, selling out for twenty seconds of fame,
filling their arses with gold so they can say I was there,
applauding midgets dressed up as giants.
He knows he has to chase ideals that have packed their bags
And run off to the nearest tourist haven or tax haven
and chase gods that ask for a discount on the rent on olympus
and apartments with a view of the clouds because,
if they look down, they say they get an urge to throw up.
Down here,
it’s all ours,
it all belongs to men and women,
but it’s common knowledge that we’ve never had a particular talent for doing things well.
Every day an artist gets up and knows he has to run.
What he doesn’t know,
perhaps, is that he doesn’t have to run …alone”.
[think]
genuine is the answer.
Before you can inspire with emotion,
you must be swamped with it yourself.
Before you can move their tears,
your own must flow.
To convince them,
you must yourself believe.
Churchill.
[think]
new heroes?
Jon Foreman wrote an article for online newspaper "huffingtonpost".
i like the way he expresses ideas, & his vocab.
real interesting, & thought provoking stuff.
its titled:
"Goodness Precedes Greatness:
A Call For New Heroes In Troubled Times."
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jon-foreman/goodness-precedes-greatne_b_322551.html
:: there is a few other articles on this site that Jon has wrote.
seek & you shall find.
enjoy.
(thanks T. Yo)
lost love.
"There are seasons of love,
where it is known not
by warm embrace or
soaring feelings...
But only by a grief,
that knows ive parted
from your side."
your thoughts?
a brief genius.
inspiration can be so fleeting....
Here. & overwhelming in a moment.
but Gone. & a distant thought the next.
Time is always the great revealer of all that is true.
What wasnt emotion, intentions or fantasy,
remains & proves what has actually taken place.
Be that as it may,
I want Both.
I NEED Both!
PAS(H)-sion, & truth.
FeelIN.gs, & longevity.
Dreams (i=?), & reality.
To be immersed in those amazing, compelling
moments of encouragement
//
But also, disciplined and committed
to the pains & uncomfortable
seasons of preperation.
A man who masters a consistency in both,
can change the world...
if, to do so pleases.
beginnings.
The revolution began in me tonight.
and im hesitant to say anymore until i have action that backs such a statement.
but these next lines are where i am at... & where i am headed.
And as i have begun,
i hope my speaking has awoken what's within//
Is my living a worthy response?
I fear that it's not.
My heart aches in saying so,
but in doing may I awaken.
I am too caught up,
too taken by an inner want to be the focus of everyone elses attention.
If my heart were revealed in moments of
ministry, leadership and life
an ugly pride would shine.
"I am not the master builder; I am a worker."
Lord help me accept, and find joy in this reality. This truth. This love.
It is only by your grace that I stand,
but how quickly I forget your voice & remember my own.
This grace is the thread in which eternity is strung.
Let not my mind, & even more so my heart,
be lost in a world so self consumed.
I am here but for one reason.
To know him & make him known.
That is what it all comes down to...
& the first, the self I've got.
I know him & I've taken care of me. Typical!
But where's my doing, saying, living so that the lord our saviour is spread, understood & embraced.
What is my life if not this?
Too respond.
Help me lord,
Have more than words to say
& more than intentions at hand.
Each day has never been before.
It brings new light,
new breathe,
new sight,
new conversation,
& new moments
for me to be found in humility & obediance.
Let the wonder of your love flow from us to them:
my family, my friends, & my world.
There is no method or technique that will bring me a "Succesful Christian life",
rather only a choice
to be loved and to love with all that I am.
With all that I am is my deception every time.
I assume that because I do as those around me have done that I've achieved.
Let my measure not be the preacher, the missionary or my brother.
Only one is the true measure of my love.
Jesus Christ...
And a life of genuine, authentic
love is found in & through him alone.
As I start to look at him, i begin to find im looking at this world as I should.
Let each day begin and end with love: my worthy response!
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