We knowingly, constantly upset our God
We flock to sin like lightening to a metal rod
Day by day, and night by night
Convincing ourselves that it's alright.
We go to church and say we repent,
Then start the week and do it again.
That shouldn't be the case my friends,
Christ didn't die to let us sin.
He died to save our broken souls
Fix the cracks, and fill the holes.
Do not be blind to what He did
So I tell you, wholeheartedly repent.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
The Biased Opinion about the Native Americans
It doesn't matter what journal I pick from to describe the bias against the Native Americans. The reason being: Every journal or documentary is biased against them. You know what? That makes me mad. We refer to these people as "savages" and "barbarians", but for what purpose? Because they were different? Because they didn't use guns to kill people? Because they were able to live off the land instead of monopolozing the whole thing? These people weren't savages at all. They found a different way to live and you know what? It worked for them. They saw the Europeans hurting and destroying the land, they saw them as a threat, so they attacked. It is human nature to attack when feeling threatened, not just something that "savages" do. Even in the National Geographic video, it was still incredibly biased. After all this time, haven't we learned they're not savages? They're just people who felt their way of life being threatened. They fought for what they believed in. So why are they looked down upon for it?
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Native American Post
While reading these myths about Native Americans, I found myself comparing them to other myths that I have read. More specifically, The World On Turtle's Back. I couldn't help but compare it to so many other things that I have seen. First of all, in the sky there is a man and a women with a sacred tree in which they should not touch. Yet they do and the woman is ounished for it because she falls. In the Bible, Adam and Eve are forbidden to eat from a tree and when they do so they are banished from the Garden of Eden. Also, the daughter becomes pregnant mysteriously. Wasn't Jesus also conceived in a mysterious way? Third of all, the children that the woman bears are twins and they shape the Earth. In Roman mythology, the two founders were twins as well. In both stories the twins loathe eachother after a while and one kills the other. In just one story, how is it that several other religions fall right into place with this story? It has me questioning how these came to be in such different sections of the world.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Cross Country
So my life is completely going down the drain. While running a race yesterday I thought, "Hey, it'd be a great idea to blog about this later on". Yeah. My point exactly. For those of you who don't know me too well, I run cross country. I hate running. With a very deep passion. I lvoe cross country with the same amount of passion as the hate. Maybe even more. It's this crazy thing. A lot of times when I tell people that practice that night was hard and I'm exhausted, they ask me why I don't quit. The answer: I don't give up easily. Most people pass me off as a very passive person. Just for the sole reason that I try not to get into a lot of issues. They're kinda, sorta, really wrong. Cross country is a brutal sport. There's a saying "My sport is your sport's punishment". So true. When you're running a race or a work out during practice there's a point where the thought, "Can I even do this?" crosses your mind. It's at that point that you have to make a decision, to stop and go home, or endure the pain, finish the race, and get stronger and be filled with pride for such a crazy accomplishment. I like to think of cross country as the sport where you feel like accomplish something you think is impossible everyday. It branches out to other aspects of life as well. When the going gets tough in life, you learn to push through it knowing that you'll get stronger. I love cross country because it's a life changing thing and the team is like a family to me. I guess this paragraph is the product of too much free time on a sunday. Thanks for reading
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