What do I believe constitutes a good person, in general what?
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Why did I start this blog ?
We cannot afford to underestimate the importance and power of our words. The New Testament writer James said that even though the human tongue is a small part of the body, it has the power to make a tremendous impact
(Jas. 3:1-12).
In my short lived, life I’ve found that some people actually act as if when they get to heaven God is going to give them a multiple choice exam on Christian doctrine. These people concentrate on definitely understanding the finer points of theology. Believing they are majoring, unfortunately only doing so in the minors. They can tell you everything there is about the problem of evil, but they scorn and smirk even ignore the homeless person, they rob a sinner of his character, taking away his dignity making him focus on his failures, treat him like a non person, shut off all roads to retreat, and he is left being driving to hardness. With those thoughts….
“I started writing because of a terrible feeling of powerlessness: I felt I was drifting and obscure, and I rebelled against that. I didn’t see what I could do to change my condition. I wanted to control rather than be controlled, to ordain rather than be ordained, and to relegate rather than be relegated.”
This sky is green, this grass is blue. I’ll paint this picture and give it all to you.
Reality, my reality. Where Often I am selfish, Often can be absurd and I get
Moods, they swing, just like the seasons change, “You know Not so great at communication It’s the hardest thing for me to do, speaking is no problem and writing helps me to convey it in ways that make sense.
To be a mouthpiece of any kind in these content-saturated times is an enviable and increasingly rare position, and with this privilege ought come certain responsibilities: An artist’s lyrics should honor the reciprocal contract between artist and listener; they should aim to seduce, puzzle, bewitch or oprovoke something in us that reflects our shared human experience. They should say something to us about our lives. But we as listeners and critics must fulfill our end of this bargain, and hold our favorite artists accountable for what they say — and more importantly, what they don’t say.
We expect our parents to raise us, our grandparents to love us, and our brothers and sisters to always be there for us when the chips are down
Maybe give insight to the in between parts saying it ain’t so, saying I don’t know. When I found this place of peace, I smiled and said it was mine to keep.
My time alone is not always merciful. Helps me see the beauty in my pain.
Story of survival 