One of those though provoking blog posts that I just happened to read. It’s entitled, “Does Personal Bible Reading Destroy the Church? (Paul Penley).” The blog post states that apart from denominational splits, one could equate biblical interpretation as an equal source for church splits. That certainly escalated during the Reformation era, which was spearheaded by Martin Luther.
Authorities were misusing their power to bend a certain way of reading the scriptures. They were manipulating the masses with their interpretation. This was the thing that got Luther all fired up. And then the rest is history. The ongoing conclusion that Penley states out is that, the Reformation which often stresses the importance of the bible being read and interpreted by everyone actually is responsible for divisions.
It’s an interesting article. And by that I mean, “I never really thought about that, but I’m not a 100% with you but I want to see how the argument goes.” And so, although it does raise some good points, I’m not fully convinced…just yet. I’ll wait for his other posts to be more in agreement or not.
“I’m sorry,” doesn’t mean what’s it supposed to mean because even at the point where we do wrong we still want to justify our wrongness.
“I’m sorry,” means I hurt you intentionally or unintentionally, it doesn’t matter, the fault remains mine.
I do believe though, that we should have some form of explanation.
But most of the time, in the midst of explaining, we lose the meaning of why we’re saying sorry in the first place.
I’m still not the master of saying this out because of the tendency of being wrong rightly.
I want to learn to say “I’m sorry,” because I did something wrong. And then it should end there.
Be honest with me
But don’t give me the pill
I want sweets
I want words like pillows
Not a surgical knife
That cuts through my pride
I really want you to be honest with me
Just do it with words of affirmation
Well that’s how I would hear your constructive critique
Be honest with me (but)
You will find depths,
in your spoken words,
if they also reflect,
your purest form of breath.
Is not measured by
what you want others to see.
But it’s simply
To be free from
Any form of measure.
Regarding superheroes, we ask the wrong question when we start with personal preference of superpowers.
“If you had the chance to be a superhero, what powers would you like to have?”
Superheroes that we read and now watch in movies get pushed into their roles because of problems or crisis. It’s when you add the ingredients of Crisis and Responsibility then their superpowers become something useful.
Superpowers + Crisis + Pushed into position of Responsibility = The Birth of the Superhero.
The world likes to be wowed, and I guess all of us do; being mesmerised by flashes of brilliance and swept away by charisma. We’re all awed by talent. We even have shows that focus specifically on talent.
But, one thing I’m learning now, once my infatuation fades with this thing called talent; it’s not something that holds. It’s not a sturdy foundation. If we build ourselves on talent and charisma alone, we wont make it in the long run. We’d just be one hit wonders. Remembered today, forgotten tomorrow.
Add talent with discipline. And then as discipline kicks in consistency would be the thing that fuels passion.
If I see talent now, I’d hold back the real applause until I see some discipline and consistency. But most notably, humility.
Gee, it’s hard not to feel frustration fuming. Even when I consider myself a person who takes good care of things especially the ones bought with the produce of my sweat. I think that term seems irrelevant in our modern day and age but you get my drift.
(Back then to the thing I was talking about) It broke.
Just a line but an unmistakable one, that I try to brush off with laughter, with tilting, with consolation, and to some points thinking it was just one of those nightmares I would eventually wake up from.
It’s still there.
And yes, it’s not the end of the world, and yes I’ll eventually choke up enough money to replace the cracked screen. Mishaps like these, one could almost definitely find a solution.
You only lose money or probably some viable documents. Or pictures and apps (but if you’ve synced them in the cloud then they’d be still there). See. Nothing to it. Though I’m still in technological mourning.
But it’s different with the breath of life. When you meddle with life on a knife’s edge, I’m sorry but there’s no solution in trying to feel the physical warmth of love again.
I think it’s time to immerse myself again in words, sentences and the universe of ideas, concepts and structure. It’s been too long. But before any form writing submerges to the surface, I’ve been meddling with the camera on my cell phone (Nokia Lumia 925) and trying to be creative with photo filter apps and just editing (on my cell phone and iPad) whatever I think looks good. If you want to check that out you can click on this link: ART?
Here’s to writing and stuff that expresses the love of art.
This story will not be merely just reminiscing,
not just photographs and picture frames,
and of tomorrow,
there is no need of writing.