enter: the ramble

lost.

I was told today, and quite often, that I will go places. that I have what it takes. can't complain there.

but I have what it takes to go ... where? where do I want to go? what do I want to do?

I've learned one thing over the years: Christianity is not only a religion but a relationship of oxymorons.

Love: all. all people, all animals, everything, just love. love, love, love. I hope there is no need to unpack, here, the differences in the four (or so) types of love.

no one loves. well, the majority of people don't. selfish desires run this world. "Be in the world but not of it." yep, love. love 'em.

passive aggression: yes, one must do good things. (and technically, not do bad things). I don't know if you know this, yet but you cannot be perfect alone. no one can. it's rather hard. impossible, is a word one might use. should use.

so, one must aggressively press on toward the goal of being perfect and spreading the love. but if we fail (yes, fail, it happens), we have to know that it is ok because we have a God who is jealous for us. Loves us that much. He wants us that bad. he screams inside of himself for you and me the same amount.

we must learn that we are imperfect but we are made perfect in his eyes, which are the only judge that we must worry about in this life or the next.

ok. so you know that one friend who you could cross and double cross and hurt and hurt again but because you guys have known each other for so long, it would all be ok soon after because you could talk it out and it would be fine?

yeah, God's like that. except, he let you kill him and still loves you.