All of the world is nothing,
life is war,
you aren’t here and can’t see
what this life is doing to me
the skin is the same
everthing else has shifted.
you may see the one you know
but you don’t know him,
he’s gone, replaced with me
can you learn to love through loss
let go of him and hold me.
We look the same, but we aren’t
there is so much to share with you
without a place to start
hold my hand,
please… this hurts
Hmmm, well it’s been so long since I’ve really set myself up to film anything, to do anything with film, and well… my heart is wandering back. I have the strong desire to pick up my camera and just go, get for what? How will anything I create be used or even seen.
Today was another Toulouse student strike over a recent law past by the French government that will allow any employee who has worked for less than two years at their current employer to be terminated without reason/notice. While obviously unfair, it raises the question of, “Who Cares?”
Sitting outside capitole this afternoon with my friend we watched the mass of nearly two hundred students (out of about 50,000-70,000+ who were on strike, in Toulouse, and not in school) amass with goofy chants and large bed sheet signs held between two by fours. Video cameras arrived on the scene from the local media after rumor of two students being hurt by police. Those cameras were just in-time to catch this. The three person thank you crew.
Mind you it is around 40? outside right now, and I salute their bravery in the face of the weather and many only lookers. The question remains, does it accomplish anything? In earlier the words of my French friend about the protest, “Look at them, they look so stupid. This will do nothing.” At the sight of these three, she just laughed.
God bless democracy
Lately this has really been press upon my mind. In one of the forums God helps me provide spiritual insight and prayer a person is really challenged as of late. Best friend died, parents split, and his whole life seems to be going down the drain. But at the same time God has been showing me more and more of His glory than ever before.
The higher the God becomes in our sight, the further above us that He rises in all his Glory, Majesty, Splendor, Righteousness, and Holiness, the less unjust the world appears. For in truth, the very rising of the sun every morning is an act of completely mercy on a worthless and broken creation, that had it been me I would have abandoned. Yet God is continually choosing us, loving us, and searching for his lost folds of sheep in this world.
In the presence of the indescribable Glory of Jesus Christ, every ‘injustice’ is beyond deserved because there is nothing we deserve, even today. May this truth only increase my worship and praise.
In elementary school the girls used to fill pages in the notebooks with names, and the names they wrote didn’t exist. They were the name of their friends with the surname of their crush, or even theirs. There was this excitement at the prospect of changing their name. An excitement that was laughable by nearly every boy.
Ten years later Jesus saves me. Yet my name is still my name, even though the word of God says I am now part of the bride of Christ. How I wish I had the same excitement about this truth, as those innocent and young school girls had about a crush. That I would desire my name to fade that Jesus might be exalted in everything and though every breath of mine.
The differences in life draw the eye and stand apart. Christ was the most different person every to touch the earth, let alone walk upon it. Therefore let Jesus mold you into His likeness as the Word, that is Christ, promises.
Not much to this picture, just an elder plant that is drying up in the dank ally and the younger vibrant guy. Not sure what I’m getting at with the juxtaposition or why it really strikes a cord with me. Maybe it’s the looming fear that the life I’ve left behind, the one of this world, that is wilting away, is weighting on me. That what I’ve left has caused me to feel that what I have now is somehow less permanent (even when it is eternal).
The only problem with trying to identifying foreshadowing before the end of the show, is that you never know what was written in to mislead you. God is the author and perfector of my faith, and He alone knows my heart. I know I’ve chosen that which is wise and life giving, and have left death behind.
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