a beautiful collision.

The first few weeks of my Philosophy class kicked my tail. My constant thought was..."Why the heck does this even matter? So Renee Decartes believed life is all a dream, so Socrates thought of a new definition of knowledge? Why is it relevent?" But to night, when one of my class's topics came up in a conversation, it hit me.

Knowledge. How can we define knowledge? Most commonly knowledge is understood as a conscious understanding of truth. But what is truth? Is truth something we believe to be so? If that's the case, then there can be no truth because each "truth" can be negated by another's belief. Is truth something that the majority accepts, and is thus socially correct? If that's so, then there can't be truth because each society functions differently. Is truth the statement with the most evidence? If that's what truth is, then what happens when there is no evidence either way?

How can man know if the very definition of knowledge has an infinite regress? That really got to me, because knowledge has always been like a safe haven. When life gets tough I turn to what I hold to be the most true of any truth: Christ. When life experience fails me, I look toward what I see as the most sure thing on earth: the Gospel. I always somehow knew that Christ was there, waiting. So when I questioned the very basis of knowledge, that left me bewildered.



So, at 12:00 in the morning, I grabbed my blanket and pillow and went outside to look up at the stars. I considered the idea of no God, and it didn't make sense. All my life He's been my breath and strength...how could such a big part of my life be unknown and unsure? As I looked into the deep sky I thought, "You're up there somewhere...waiting. You have to be."



As I lay thinking, I remembered a quote by David Crowder, "When His divinity meets our depravity, it's a beautiful collision." Beauty can't be proven, but it can be known. When I look at the ocean, I know it's beautiful. When I see a couple in love, I know the beauty of that intimacy. The beauties in this world aren't believed by all, accepted by all, or proven...but it is still known. So then I consider the beauty of the infinite being I call Savior, Emmanuel coming into His creation and destroying my depravity by colliding with my soul. I consider the beauty of Christ taking my heart and cupping it in His hand, protecting it and making it His own, and I know. With Him there's nothing that can change.

let it be.

Some people bring you gifts
Some give you bricks that weigh you down
So they can swim a little higher while you drown
Some people mean so well
Their way was the best way that they found
But any other way you choose
Is a brick that weighs you down

So tell me,
What do I do with this backpack full of bricks?
Of sticks and stones
And words that stuck to me like ticks?

Let it go, let it be.
Brick by brick we can be free
Of all the words we saved
'till we were our own enemies.
Let it go, let it be.
Brick by brick we can believe
in the person God intended us to be.
Let it be.

Some people give themselves a brick
I know most people do
When we compare
We fall short somewhere, it's always true
If all we see is where we fall
We brick the prison wall
Instead of trying to learn to fly, we've tought ourselves to fall.

We could believe in ourselves more.
We could try for unique instead of trying to conform.
We could defy what they tell us
And don't buy the lies they sell us
If we are brave we can believe in what we are.

"His love has no fear, because perfect love casts out all fear." 1 John 4:18

in like.

Walk towards me

I want to hear

the heavens singing over you

When you breathe

and look at me

I want to be captured by you

Gaze into my eyes

and let me know you’d fight

thousands, for my love

Slip your hand in mine

Ask me to dance with you tonight

Just ask me for my love

I want to hide

what’s deep in my eyes

I’m scared to be known by you

But when I turn my head

and see you there
I want to be pursued

twitter.

a twit for a twat. this is pure real life truth, swollow it! -katy perry

wholly Yours.

I am full of earth
You are heaven’s worth
I am stained with dirt, prone to depravity
You are everything that is bright and clean
The antonym of me
You are divinity
But a certain sign of grace is this
From a broken earth flowers come up
Pushing through the dirt

You are everything that is bright and clean
And You’re covering me with Your majesty
And the truest sign of grace was this
From wounded hands redemption fell down
Liberating man

You are holy, holy, holy
All heaven cries “Holy, holy God”
I want to be holy like You are

But the harder I try the more clearly can I feel
The depth of our fall and the weight of it all
And so this might could be the most impossible thing
Your grandness in me making me clean

So here I am, all of me
Finally everything
Wholly, wholly, wholly
I am wholly, wholly, wholly
I am wholly Yours

I am full of earth and dirt and You...


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saam.

Three blogs in one day...I'd call this an addiction. But I just have so many things to say to whom it may concern.

Right now I have to apologize to the world for being a jerk, inadvertently. I have what I like to call reverse-criticizing-syndrome. That's when I criticize for being critical. i.e. Whenever I talk about a person for talking about me. Or, when I judge a person for being judgemental. Or, whenever I say someone's not a "good Christian" because they don't like people who don't act like "good Christians", you know, love the sinner but hate the sin. I'm a subconscious hypocrite. We all have areas of fault, and that's one of mine. So today we put out a money jar in my house; in the event that someone says anything negative about another human being in our home, that person must put a quarter in the jar. I have a feeling I'll be making a somewhat substantial contribution. So I ask the same of all three or so people who read my blog: Hold me accountable? Call me out? I want to be trustworthy, someone people can trust to not talk negatively about them.

Thanks for all your help, and keep on hoping. :)

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that's a big baht.

I've been thinking about Thailand today. I miss it. Mai pen rai...life is so much simpler with mai pen rai.

necessity.

There is a time for everything,

and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,

a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,

a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,

a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,

a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,

a time for war and a time for peace.

How do you know the right time? When is the time to dance, and when is the time to mourn? When is the time to be silent, and when is the time to speak out? When should we weep, and when should we laugh? When the world is filled with such chaos and confusion, how am I to know the proper time? Praise God that I don't have to go it alone...any wisdom on my part comes not from me, but from my Lord. But still I wonder...if there is a time for war and a time for peace, why does my heart want peace so badly? When I see pictures of my Ben carrying a gun in Afghanistan, I want peace for him; my big brother should be at home with his wife and family, not having to defend my freedom against terrorists who want to strip it away. When I see the faces of the children held captive and forced to fight for Joseph Kony's rebel army, I want peace for them; these innocent little boys should never see what they see.

But the Biblical truth stands: There is a time for war and a time for peace. It is a necessity in this cruel world that my brother and his platoon fight in Afghanistan. It kills me to think of my big brother, the boy who used to get wrapped up in his suspenders and wear "sharp" eyeglasses, fighting to what could be his death, but he's doing it because he's a hero - a champion for our freedom. Sometimes fighting fire with fire is a necessity...terrorists won't listen to peace so we must beat them at their own game.

But the war against Joseph Kony cannot be fought with fire. Joseph Kony is a cruel, vicious man in northern Uganda who leads a rebel army. Joseph Kony, much like a terrorist, refuses to have peace talks, and refuses to give up his inhumane ways. But the war against Kony must be fought with words and prayer, because personally, I love the LRA (Lord's Rebel Army: Kony's rebel force). The LRA is made predominately of abducted boys...children. 90% of Kony's rebel army is built of innocents. To fight Kony is to fight children. There is a time for silence and a time to speak. The time for silence has passed, and the time to speak is now. Take a stand and let Joseph Kony know that we will fight this war with voices raised and prayers lifted high. Watch "The Rescue" movie at therescue.invisiblechildren.com, and sign up to attend The Rescue in your city. Your voice will be heard and a difference will be made.

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places."

Ephesians 6:12

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don't forget to hope.

easter.

Sin, where are your shackles?
Death, where is your sting?
Hell has been defeated.
The grave could not hold the King.

This is my hope.
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Also, I would just like to say how amazing 3D movies are. It's like you're there...incredible :).
I would also like to say that I miss my brother immensely. He's busy defending our freedom in Afghanistan, and he's my hero.

Have a happy rest of the Easter!
'Because He lives I can face tomorrow...'

remedy.

Every time I listen to "The Remedy" by David Crowder Band I wonder where the passion goes. Each time I go to a conference, or a retreat, or a mission trip especially, I come home with so much passion burning in my stomach. But then it goes away. Why? I would like to think that I fall more in love with Christ every time I think about Him, but if that's so then why don't I feel an urge in my gut? "The Remedy" puts it in such simple terms. "So I lift up my voice and open my hands to cling to a love that I can't comprehend." To get the passion, I cling to Him. The more I thought about it the more I understood that to be out of my comfort zone means that I have to cling to Christ like he's my last breath of air. "We lift up our voices and open our hands; let go of the things that have kept us from Him." It's things in our lives that we cling to that keep us from Him. When I open my hands they're finally free to grasp onto Christ like He's the very breath I breathe. Maybe it's time I open my hands and let my comforts fall to the ground. Maybe it's time I put myself out there so that I have to cling to Christ to keep me standing.