Today I have decided not to use my own words, but the words of an old church father, to talk about a big discussion in the church: free will. That church father I mentioned is none other than St. Augustine! Here is the question: Can God’s sovereignty and free will coexist? So here is a small piece from the piece “Augustine’s Retractions”. He nails it excellently. Prepare yourselves; it’s a bit…
Today I have decided not to use my own words, but the words of an old church father, to talk about a big discussion in the church: free will. That church father I mentioned is none other than St. Augustine! Here is the question: Can God’s sovereignty and free will coexist? So here is a small piece from the piece “Augustine’s Retractions”. He nails it excellently. Prepare yourselves; it’s a bit wordy and it is quite formal, but it does explain it all quite well.
It’s about to get deep, y’all.
I LOVE GOD
THISSSSS.
I luh God, you’on luh God?
Wassswrongwitchu
I’m not saying anyone’s going to hell for not reblogging, but… just look at all the gifs. JUST LOOK AT THEM.
**NOTE BEFORE READING: This is an extremely Christ-centered poem. If you have a great distaste for religious content in your poetry, do not read it. Thank you.**
To know God in His holiness
Could take on mortal’s toil,
And shroud Himself in lowliness
To trod on earthen soil,
To be tempted by the one
By whom He was most hated,
With the plan, as God the Son,
To save what He’d created,
To be hungry and tired and sad
As all at some point are,
So His understanding of man
Was not just from afar,
And know His final breath would be
Completing His great plan,
While hanging nailed upon a tree
As His blood fell on the sand…
I know all this, and ponder still,
Yet this tale I don’t dread.
There still is ink left on the quill,
And Jesus is not dead.
For this was just a passing phase,
His guard stone rolled away
And Jesus walked from His grave
As nature sang in praise
Nails, they were but stepping-stones,
And pain but a sensation
As He prepared heavenly homes
For all who’d choose salvation
There is no greater love
Than His which makes us free.
His love has now brought life
To sinners like you and me.
**NOTE BEFORE READING: This is an extremely Christ-centered poem. If you have a great distaste for religious content in your poetry, do not read it. Thank you.**
To know God in His holiness
Could take on mortal’s toil,
And shroud Himself in lowliness
To trod on earthen soil,
To be tempted by the one
By whom He was most hated,
With the plan, as God the Son,
To save what He’d created,
To be hungry and tired and sad
As all at some point are,
So His understanding of man
Was not just from afar,
And know His final breath would be
Completing His great plan,
While hanging nailed upon a tree
As His blood fell on the sand…
I know all this, and ponder still,
Yet this tale I don’t dread.
There still is ink left on the quill,
And Jesus is not dead.
For this was just a passing phase,
His guard stone rolled away
And Jesus walked from His grave
As nature sang in praise
Nails, they were but stepping-stones,
And pain but a sensation
As He prepared heavenly homes
For all who’d choose salvation
There is no greater love
Than His which makes us free.
His love has now brought life
To sinners like you and me.
I don’t even know what I’m doing, but apparently I somehow got a record amount of views from not even posting a blog. That was totally awesome. You guys are awesome! (I use guys as a collective term, you ladies are guys in my mind, too. I refer to males as dudes.)
So I decided in my happiness to make a blog about happiness, and the random things that make me happy. These are not tiered, they’re just a list.
And that’s about all I can think of off the top of my head right now. Ending on a very strange note, I have come up with a super-new creature for the novel (see the Facebook for more info) called Togs and Froads. Yes, they do look like frogs and toads, but I also mixed in a little fantasy and a little chameleon too. So they can perch on shoulders, have longer tails, and can camouflage. Seems good to me! And have some weird as heck noises that they make. What are your opinions?!
Good evening, my friends! Be excellent to each other!
When I first decided to leave two months for giving my novel Dark Soldier to someone else for reading and editing, I did not realize just how long two months is to someone who probably has A.D.D. but hasn’t been checked.
Referring to me.
I’m slowly losing my mind.
Now I’m just left to college life and I realize how boring that is in general. I think perhaps I write to get out of the current world for just a short amount of time. Writing is like a more stressful version of reading, as you’re the one making the story, not just reading it. Only you have to make people exist or not exist. I don’t think many realize this.
So now what is there to life but making friends and studying? Not much it seems. Occasionally, there’s the games of Magic to help, but now I am faced with the facts.
I am nearly alone, but for a few friends to keep me company. That’s enough to drive anyone insane, but I’ve realized something. That’s ok. I’m really and truly becoming more and more all right with that. Because admittedly I know that each and every one of my friends that stick by me will do it through thick and thin. It makes me happy to realize that no matter what I do, they will love me to death. Maybe I misconstrue the facts a little, but that is certainly the case for some. And if they don’t, then that is fine as well, because I know One who will. No religious hate in the comments, please. It turns into spam really quickly.
Until the book is all done editing, I have time to contemplate my favorite things of all time, the things that do make me happy in spite of a chronic depression that threatens to pierce every fiber of existence.
I am happy because of friends who will stick with me through all things.
I am happy because of an upcoming season, namely Christmas, in which the world seems to forget all hate for a while. Even the music is always high-spirited!
I am happy because of dubstep, because whether its good or not it, that bass is going to vibrate into your very soul.
I am happy because… Jesus. Yup. I said it.
I am happy because I have a shower close-by which I can pump to a nearly scalding heat, which apparently bothers most people, although I love it. I realize many people don’t have that, and through charities I get to be involved in occasionally, I work to change that.
I am happy because I have super chill R.A.s in my college who don’t care that I’m basically nocturnal.
I am happy because even when I’m not, I’ve come to know the dark valleys well enough to know that those peaks of happiness are going to be cray.
I am happy because even though we’re not allowed to have pets, I have a small kitty waiting for me when I get home.
I am happy because I have stopped caring what people think of me in general. Haters gonna hate.
I am happy because I realize I actually don’t have to be something amazing to be loved. I’m not a fun person to be around all the time, and I don’t have the world’s greatest or even most non-hypocritical personality, but that’s ok. No one does.
I am happy because although people are pretty while alive, their skeletons look really cool in death. It’s a win-win.
I am happy because even if you don’t appreciate the gothic things as much as I do, we can still be friends!
Share the happiness today, write down what makes YOU happy!
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” — Maya Angelou
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