"For mark: destruction is not his work or delight; it is the work of the spirit and nature contrary to his. “I came not,” saith Christ, “to destroy men’s lives, but to save;” to give life to them. And this is the proper end of God in every ministration: his end is not death, destruction, increasing of the condemnation of the creature, but to bring it to life thereby, out of that which leadeth into the condemnation and destruction. Did he not, for this end, bear with the old world? Was not this the end of Noah’s preaching to them, and warning of them? Did he not, for this end, bear with the Jews in Egypt, in the wilderness, in Canaan? Is not this the proper intent of the goodness, forbearance, and long-suffering of God, — that it should lead to repentance? (Rom. 2:4) and repentance leads to mercy, remission, and life."
I’m scared to think about the gospel because I naturally want to understand something completely, and the gospel may be simple but it’s all encompassing and has so many implications and it’s a lot… So pray I am reoriented so that I can reflect on his good news with peace and joy and excitement day after day. 🙌
"There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people."
Howard Zinn (via outdoor-anarchy)
My fear of commitment has been fading away and I am feeling this whole monogamy thing more and more. Maybe I just miss my boyfriend. But I think I can do this whole marriage thing. And I’ve only desired marriage this past year, I think. But the weight of commitment that has made the marriage-thing so difficult to think about is dying away, and I am excited to share life with somebody. One person. (One butt.) Amen.
For those interested in what happens during Quaker meeting, vocal ministry is a vital aspect of our practice. Listen to what these people have to say about this grace, gift, and work of the Spirit among God’s people.
A thought on same sex, opposite sex, every sex relationships: they are difficult. No matter what, they are extremely hard. And the idea of a relationship is insane. Two different people with different lives commit themselves to each other. That sounds like a disaster. Why would we do that? I used to get bogged down by how complementary opposite sex relationships are, but in reality, no matter what, every relationship consists of two different individuals and none perfectly complement each other. Also, arguments can be made on all sides that certain relationships are ideal and more harmonious (and if we’re relying on stereotypes, I think the lesbians win). Even for straight couples, it is pretty unlikely that they live up to or manifest these complementarian, or ‘biblical’, ideals. So I am comforted by the fact that no matter what, the union of marriage, and relationships as a whole, are a messy, ridiculous thing. And it is beautiful and glorious that somehow we (and God, if we’re getting real) make them work.
I keep falling into Love
I wonder if I am exceptionally ungodly or if I am just a trouble-making hooligan, cause when I find myself genuinely seeking and following Jesus I get confused on how I got there.
Really, every time I find myself being faithful to Jesus in some capacity, it truly feels like I tripped into it.
I even get a bit self-conscious at times because I am just little ole me, and we all know how I can get—drunk, naked, kissing strangers, and making terrible jokes about Joe Lieberman. And something that may potentially be coming from the Spirit is flowing… from me?
I wish I could say it was always humbling, but I feel embarrassed for Jesus! He really should know better than to use me. I am not the PR you want for the Kingdom of God.
In those bizarre and wild moments when Jesus makes an appearance through me, I want to loudly clarify to the world that I am in fact a mess and the righteousness they see is a mistake, on either my part or God’s. I want to scream, “DON’T WORRY, THIS IS NOT ME, THIS CAN’T BE ME!”
Yet, somehow in those moments, I feel the most alive and I feel the most in tune with God and myself. In those moments where something good and Jesus-like finds its way out of me, I feel the most like… me.
Maybe from this side of Heaven it looks like serendipity, but I think someday, when I am swimming in the eternities and I am face to face with Jesus, I will be really overwhelmed by how much God orchestrated all those silly trip-ups into glory.
To think, God would use me?
It is humorous and foolish but beautiful and glorious and I think God does these sorts of perplexing things.
I think I also have good reason to feel like me when I am walking in the Holy Ghost and doing shit right. That was how I was made to be. I was made in that glorious Mystery’s image—the one that was said to be Love and the one who was made known in Jesus. He created me to love, tenderly and sweetly, and radically and furiously, just like him.
So sometimes I make the mistake of being me. Thanks to Jesus, really. He’s doing a good work of recovering all that good in me that I forfeited to greed and lust and hatred. And it is amazing what he can do despite my goofy attempts of getting him off my back.
Believe me, I don’t get how all of this is possible either, but I am glad it is.
I love the way you touch me and the way you kiss my cheek and the way your legs wrap around mine and the sincerity in your eyes and the hope in your heart and the joy bursting out of you and the God who holds you together. I love you.