Once upon a time...
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Why it isn't cool to be Christian...
Today, a man posted a sentence on a friends status about how Christian use the Bible as a weapon, using it to tear people down instead of build people up. That's when it all clicked, literally, I literally clicked "like". Tools are most often inanimate objects that can be picked up and used to create some sort of energy or reaction. There are generally only two types. One can be used to build things like a hammer or nail, the second can be used to destroy things like a sword or a bulldozer.
I do consider my self a "Christian". I believe and follow God, I pray and read the Bible but I don't identify myself under the label of Christianity. Mainly because of what Christianity has become. Many "Christians" nowadays use their religion as a tool to destroy those who do not believe the way they do. They judge before they see and say before they think. They are very quick to defend a belief that has been handed down from pastor to pastor and rarely create opinions and thoughts for themselves. They quote the Bible without knowing what the words really mean or what is on the next page.
In Sunday school, when I was young, I was force fed Bible verses. I never read the verses for myself, I was just told to memorize and recite. Being a pastors kid, you did what you were told. Growing up, I was told that believing in God was my only option. It was imperative, no other choice. Well, there really isn't. But I never got the chance to know God for who he really is, instead I was told to believe in him without knowing why. As I developed more of a conscious, God was no longer a relationship but more of some far away distant being that would zap you with lightening and thunder if you didn't strictly adhere to the way you were brought up. Going against the church was more wrong than disobeying God or treating people without kindness.
Now, there are good Christians out there. We are currently attending a church that surprises me every time I go there. The people there are true and good and it's amazing-and intimidating- how close they are with God. However, I am scared every time I cross the threshold of that church. Not because of the good people behind the doors but because of the other people that used to be hiding behind the pews, judging and whispering. Condemning you to Hell if you wore pants or watches or even if you talked to someone outside or your "church". Unfortunately, those "Christians" are the ones who stand out in the world. The world only sees the radicals. It's not cool to be Christians, not because the world twists the image of Christianity but because Christians themselves send out a negative image of what God is. They use the Bible as a weapon instead of a tool. They use it to cut people down, not build them up. As soon as they see sin in the world, they attack, destroying and distorting everything around them. They use the Bible as an excuse to judge and ridicule and gossip, quoting and manipulating scripture to fit their ideals.
As Christians, our first priority to love God and love people. Our current position in the world is one of judgment and force-feeding religion to people who simply don't want to hear it. If our own opinions are too loud, we can't hear the people reaching out to us. If we tear people down, we won't be able to build them up. So listen before you speak and love before you judge, let God take care of the rest.
Stay shiny, loves.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Facebook Hates
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Rant number 5,380,296
Monday, February 18, 2013
Interlochen rant.
**Please note: this is my opinion. I respect yours but I don't wanna know it.**
I once agent to a magical place. Called interlochen. Where, the film program had thousands of brand new macbooks but the cabins where almost falling apart. There were years of signatures Sharpied onto the walls. There was no air conditioning and the windows came unlatched during storms. Sometimes the roof leaked and naughty things drawn on the walls of the bathrooms. There were only two showers, they were disgusting but you would still fight to the death over using one of them. Now... something tragic is happening. The are IMPROVING IT!!! They are painting over the signatures and pictures, putting in cooling fans and fixing the roofing and bathrooms. What interlochen doesn't seem to understand. we are artists. We need places like those cabins to force us to capture our emotions and create masterpieces from it. You are an art school, not a private school that caters to rich, spoiled brats who want a/c and good food.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
FILM RANT TIME
Film Rant: My film teacher is one of those cocky, egotistical people who acts like they know absolutely everything about film and the Hollywood movie industry. Its funny though... I thought to be a filmmaker, you actually have to make at least one movie in your life time and if you're going to be an expert about the industry, that you've had to have actual experience working on a film set. I guess I still have a lot to learn.... oh yeah, Mr Smartypants McStupidface, Orson Welles is so much better Von Trier.
Monday, February 4, 2013
35 mph
Sometimes when I am driving, I come across an area that you are only allowed to go 35 MPH in. As a person, I am highly impatient and like to get things done quickly. Sometimes, when I am driving in one of these zones, my left foot starts to get itchy and gets like 57 pounds heavier.
Also guys that smell good are automatically hot.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
The bright side of a chrashed computer...
There once was a very stupid girl who, while cleaning her too, knocked over a glass of water. She stared in horror as she watched the glass tumble over the black keys, the water rushing from the rim, covering the keyboard with the clear liquid. Everything was suddenly a blur as she dove for the towel carelessly thrown on the floor after this mornings shower. She quickly cover the computer, praying as hard as she could that the computer would soon return to its former glory. Over the next thirty minutes, she would be frantically texting her uncle Andy, in search of a solution to her lastest heart break and after doing everything he said and pacing around the kitchen for an hour. She finally fell into a depression, which promptly insighted deep thoughts of life without her other half (MacBook Pro). These are the bright sides to having no Mac for a while.
*not as many distractions.
*can spend more time writing.
*can get in touch with the artist within.
*learn the guitar faster
Then, just as the bright side started getting brighter, darkness started to settle in. Her mind began to race against logic and her thoughts were all a blur. Now everything sucks and I hate this day. And I need my computer back before the semester starts. The end.