— Moses to Joshua on his deathbed, regarding the Word. Deut 32
Relevant Christian lessons from a kung-fu movie.
— Martin Luther, Defense and Explanation of All the Articles (via larrylin)
Just a little bit longer :D
God, you alone are my shield from the lies of this world.
This is not the drawing I intended to draw tonight, but I guess this is the only thing that is on my mind.
We are a people possessed by lies. Burned into our beings from years and years of conditioning. Where do we even begin in unentangling ourselves from these lies?
The way that I love people isn’t the way people want to be loved
The way that people love me isn’t the way that I want to be loved
Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.
Worthy to fight for joy.
— Ravi Zacharias, in I, Isaac, Take Thee, Rebekah (via risingofthesun)
I really love to swim. I took swimming lessons from 4th - 7th grade so it feels natural to be in the water. I’d love to be a water mammal.
In Intermediate Swimming, we practice the fundamentals of every stroke, and it makes me realize how much I’ve forgotten the basics in these past 8 years. No longer am I the practiced, YMCA-bred swimmer who swam 1,000 meters as a warm up. I may have greatly enjoyed swimming in lakes, beaches, rivers, and gorges, but my kicks are ineffective. My breaths are desperate. My arms are sloppy.
When I reflected on all this, I saw that for many of us what we have in Bethany is similar to a swimming pool. For four years, we are given a safe, confined space to practice our fundamentals and improve our discipline. We develop endurance and focus on our technique because we see the worth of it. And over the years, it starts to feel more natural, almost like developing muscle memory.
And after four years, we are dropped into an ocean where we are dared to take everything we’ve practiced and truly live it. It’s unpredictable. It’s never the same for two people. And it’s difficult. But I hope and pray that for all of us, the muscle memory will kick in. That after flailing, we were remember the basics that got us through in college.
People of Bethany, we are blessed. There are countless others in this ocean who have not had the benefit of such practiced strokes, but they’ve survived in stormy waters in ways that many of us can’t imagine. So we must also remember to not be arrogant. Our style has been bred in a swimming pool. (Albeit incredibly rough ones for some people.) It’s going to be different for us when our walls are taken away. So of course, those who have not had a church background similar to ours won’t have the same understanding of faith like we do.
But as long as we are floating, we observe, love, pray, and help. As practiced as we might be, we don’t really know what we’re doing either. Is it not by God’s grace that we are drawn to persevere?
My mom bought me this awesome thermos that is completely spill-proof and a fantastic insulator. I mean, seriously. I put in my coffee, and it’s still hot 3 hours later. Anyway, it comes with this awesome lid that if you click it locked, not a drop will escape it. And God knows I need it, with the number of things I spill and damage…
But nothing is spill-proof in my world.
Because the coffee was still too hot to drink 3 hours after brewing it, I decided to completely unscrew the lid of my thermos (negating the spill-proof lid) and put it in the middle of my studio desk amidst all my things.
Literally 5 minutes later, as I’m trying to pin some drawings up to my backboard, I knock it over in one fantastic motion, emptying its entire contents onto my studio desk.
My desk now smells of coffee. Forever.