“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite”—Nelson Mandela (via ink-and-feather)
I’m crying because when my dad was eighteen he was going to join the airforce and then the night before he had a dream that Jesus slapped him in the face with a gigantic fish and asked him what he was doing and he woke up and thought, “Jesus is right what am I doing?” And that’s why my dad did not join the military.
But really I probably wouldn’t have been born if my dad hadn’t been fish slapped in the face by dream Jesus and I can’t even
like imagine if you’d never seen a dog and you saw a saint bernard and you were like, what’s that and then someone was like, thats a dog. and then you saw a chihuahua and you were like ok whats that and they were like, that’s a dog. wouldn’t you feel lied to? wouldn’t you sense that something was amiss
everyday, over your morning coffee,
you count the miles in between you and her -
and dream of the day where you can drive the six hour distance
just to see the smile on her face,
you must love her.
you must love her
because everyday over my morning orange juice
I count the number of steps it would take to walk to your front door
and I picture the way your face would contort when I told you how I felt- would it be happiness? confusion? joy? sadness?
you must love her,
because I love you -
and this is how life works
Hey Natalie! Do you mind praying for me? I have a paper due tonight and have three more pages left to write, and I would really appreciate prayer for motivation and perseverance to finish this well.
Dear Jesus, I would like to lift this person up to you. I pray and thank you that you would continue to five them the perseverance to finish this paper and that they would get some rest tonight in Jesus Name I pray Amen!
How old were you when you had your first kiss? Tell us about it!
I actually have never had a first kiss. I kissed a boy who lived next to me in second grade in truth and dare behind a rock at my after school program. But I don’t count it as a first kiss since it was a dare haha :)
“Jesus is ready to set us free from the heavy yoke of an oppressive way of life. Plenty of wealthy Christians are suffocating from the weight of the American dream, heavily burdened by the lifeless toil and consumption we embrace. This is the yoke from which we are being set free. And as we are liberated from the yoke of global capitalism, our sisters and brothers in Guatemala, Liberia, Iraq, and Sri Lanka will also be liberated. Our family overseas, who are making our clothes, growing our food, pumping our oil, and assembling our electronics—they too need to be liberated from the empire’s yoke of slavery. Their liberation is tangled up with our own. The new yoke isn’t easy. (It’s a cross, for heaven’s sake.) But we carry it together, and it is good and leads us to rest, especially for the weariest traveler.”—Shane Claiborne, Jesus for President (via hislivingpoetry)
What if everything’s just the way that it will be? Could it be that I am meant to cause you all this grief? My war ships are lying off the coast of your delicate heart, and my aim is steady and true as it’s been right from the start.
“People need to be encouraged. People need to be reminded of how wonderful they are. People need to be believed in—told that they are brave and smart and capable of accomplishing all the dreams they dream and more. Remind each other of this.”—Stacey Jean Speer (via cultivate-solitude)
"When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with.
The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.”
All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone.
And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.”