Well I have news for you, missy...

You can't bring a thirsty horse to the water, and then expect it to refrain from drinking.

Trust my justice, child. You cannot wield it. It is only your duty to forgive.

~God, in Persepolis

So I've stared a new religion: Confucifarian!
Def Poetry Jam is the Spoken Word baby.

"... do religions or rather religious institutions tend to bring the person down, make them realize how lowly they are, and basically guilt-trip them so as to make them in a position where they recognize that they need God to save them from their sorry state?

i can see how this could be structure and process of religious institutions.
but i think for me the story is personally is about the created and the Creator, and how the created in trying to find meaning for itself, must go back to the Creator to understand itself.
and then because i believe that the Creator loves, it provokes a reaction in us and causes us to want to know Him as well, and understand him.

so do religions bring back down into a sorry state and should they do this?

i am hesitant to make any claims. i do see it as the created must understand who he is and cannot ever mistake himself as the Creator, and hence there must be humility in his response. but maybe i would advocate that instead of telling people you are wicked until you know Christ, i would say it is important to recognize that you are only human and therefore not enough. and in the word human, is implicit all the understandings of what imperfect and selfish beings we are, and why to understand a greater meaning in life and to know to love and what is right, we need to go back to a God who is in a category above and beyond all humans."

~ Shushu

"I know. I can never now make any claim unless I have been so seized of its truth that to deny it would be to deny all that is good. Everything else they tell me will have to wait in my box of skepticism until the Lord has allowed me to deal with it in his grace. But until then, I will live my life the best way I know how: loving and free.

God I sound like a hippie sometimes."

~ Me, in response.

Let nothing tell me that my life is less then beautiful. If there is anyone who knows an abundance of love, it is me. Now teach me to love others, in truth and purity.

Yellow Rage



Truth



I'd keep my hands on my balls

The only display of moderation I exhibited 9 hours ago was NOT pouring a full fifth (or was it sixth?) glass of beer for myself. Some self-preservation mechanism must have kicked in because at that point, I would have argued non-insane automatism in defense of my binge, and while that's not a defense for the specific intent to get hammered, it is a defense on the general intent to transfer substances from jug to mug.

On another note, the moot exam went exceptionally well. I actually enjoyed being torn to shreds. That's engagement, baby. You hear me?? No I didn't win, although there was a dissent.

I would also like to note for the lawyers in SG that I did my first moot exam in a demin miniskirt! HA!

I'm so alive

Alive and well, learning that I am in no way, as gracious and big-hearted as I'd like to be.

I need to seek purity again, but there's no more fear here. It's all in God's hands. And while I can go around ruining beauty with my reckless hands, there is always good that can be redeemed.

Touch my mouth with your hands

...but I know it's possible, To finally be in love, and know the real meaning of a lasting relationship, not based on ownership. I trust every part of you, because all that you say you do. You love me despite myself, sometimes I fight myself. I just can't believe that you, would have anything to do with someone so insecure, someone so immature. Oh you inspire me, to be the higher me.

You made my desire pure, you made my desire pure

You're my peace of mind, that old me is left behind.

~ LH

Spring cleaning of the Mind

6 years ago, I was mean and ungracious to the point of embarrassment.

I'm sorry, Jenni.

Boey
Old friends. Always a reminder of where you came from, of who loves you and who you are.

Uh, the post-it says: Thanks Darius - You know me - Love, Hannah - xoxo.
You're the closest thing to home.