“Reading time is precious. Don’t waste it. Reading bad books, or books that are wrong for a certain time in your life, can dangerously turn you off the activity altogether.”—How Not to Read by Lionel Shriver (via writetothestars)
“I admit I am part of the problem,
A part of the church culture
that has completely wrecked and in some ways
rejuvenated the world we reside in.
My fellow sisters,
don’t preach modesty against
your fellow sister
and then imply you’re better
because you do not wear leggings as pants.
My fellow brothers,
Do not judge your
pastors or each other
for accepting the images they see
late at night on their computer screens.
Sisters and brothers,
don’t judge someone
because you do not understand their dilemma.
Don’t you know that your judgement only adds to
the shame they feel
deep in the darkest
parts of their souls,
where no sunlight resides
for them to grow into
a beautiful garden.
I admit I am a part of the church,
and I have grown weary
of its conferences
and its religious attitudes towards the
outcasts of the world.
I am tired of the overgrown nationalism
that others bring into
our sin sick garden
that we call home.
who invented bootstraps?
Because we use the term so freely,
as if our own bootstraps
are crested with stars we’ve earned,
and valleys we have crossed
by our own might.
But we have not.
who says race is not an issue?
Is it because of our issue
with being uncomfortable?
Or is it the fact we
do not see the issue.
Or do we commit it to God under
the idea of reconciliation
and use the meaning
to our advantage.
We fear justice,
because it takes
part of ourselves
to its cause.
We like religion,
because it is easy.
Religion does not
Religion invites nationalism
to the banquet,
Jesus invites the world
and calls it the Kingdom.
why are we threatened by marriage of others?
Why are we in a cold war
who just want to live
as we have.
Church, why do we continue to
who we are
supposed to love.
Church why do we live in our well worn pews,
and not dirt of the world?
Why are we afraid church?
Church wake up!
I am part of the system,
I am part of the betrayal,
I am part of the problem.
Church I still love you.
You are the solution.
lets do this together.
with the world in mind.”—The Church makes me angry, but then I realize i am the church. And we are the solution. - jesusiswhatthisworldneeds (me)
“Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.”—Andrew Boyd (via oitheresawargoingonhere)
I’ve realized my anger has somewhat subsided from what is usually was. im still upset right now but i think i understand a little more. Sometimes family life is diifficult and I dont know how to cope with the family I have. But I remember that I could have it worse and my family is pretty awesome and sometimes im part of the problem. Just in how I over react to situations and my attitudes and stereotypes towards others.
My anger isn’t really focused on me or my family anymore.
But towards people who call themselves Christians and then completely screw nice people like my mom.
Or who avoid a whole subset of people because it makes them uncomfortable.
So now I’m not so mad at my family, i understand why they are the way they. Why i am how I am.
Im mad at the people who have hurt them and christians who say they’re loving but really all they care about is their bad theology and how only they matter.
“Six years ago you gave me a song,
six years later I heard the song live,
it sunk into my bones
and spoke of memories long forgotten.
I looked for you,
but you’ve been gone for a long long time.
I don’t expect to know the wistful wishes of the winds of time,
or the way the trees blow in the wind on the eve of a sweet summers day.
I do not expect myself to know you anymore,
because I do not, and maybe
I never really did.
All I know is this:
You did not stand with me.
You let me fall into the deep murky ashes.
You let me feel vibrant colors that soon went black,
and I ran to the next available lover,
with the next new song,
the next new promise to love me wholly and fully.
But the next person gave me a new song,
and it was not one written by the broken hearts of man,
but by the hand of the Almighty.
He has written a new song in my soul,
and it is not something you can take away,
with your false hopes and false words of happiness.
He is the rock I build my joy on.
And that is enough.
He is who I stand on,
He will never let me fall,
He will be there through it all.
He is my peace that surpasses all understanding.
To end this letter,
I forgive you.”—
You have to forgive people for giving you the songs they did not keep, but they led you to the Song that will never end - jesusiswhatthisworldneeds (me)
“Girls are trained to say, ‘I wrote this, but it’s probably really stupid.’ Well, no, you wouldn’t write a novel if you thought it was really stupid. Men are much more comfortable going, ‘I wrote this book because I have a unique perspective that the world needs to hear.’ Girls are taught from the age of seven that if you get a compliment, you don’t go, ‘Thank you’, you go, ‘No, you’re insane.’”— Lena Dunham (via thatlitsite)