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[May. 7th, 2007|02:45 am] |
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i've been thinking a lot lately about who jesus is.
i googlismed jesus earlier. here are some of the things it told me about him...
jesus is coming
jesus is an anarchist
jesus is christ
jesus is the lighthouse
jesus is a jew
jesus is cool
jesus is the light of the world
jesus is lord forever
jesus is the answer
jesus is the only way to god?
jesus is life
jesus is not a regulator
jesus is alive community
jesus is real
jesus is risen
jesus is crucified
jesus is the door to salvation
jesus is my god
jesus is real i know the lord is real
jesus is the reason for the season
jesus is doing now
jesus is the key
jesus is lord of my life
jesus is my personal savior
jesus is better than santa
jesus is calling
jesus is back
jesus is alive
jesus is greater
jesus is the reason 'why'
jesus is the provider
jesus is indeed who he says he was
jesus is the light???
jesus is the son of god and the sun of man
jesus is both true god and true man
jesus is god or he's not
jesus is coming to dinner
jesus is a regulator
jesus is at best uncertain
jesus is a healer
jesus is all the sunday school lessons and bible trivia
it's funny to me how we can put him in a box. and say that 'jesus is...' and end the sentence with however we see him. i mean, there are a lot of things that are true about jesus that we know: he is both crucified and risen. he is god. he is a healer. there are a lot of things we know about jesus, but just because someone thinks jesus is a regulator or an anarchist or whatever doesn't make it true. but we have these perceptions of who he is anyway. in my mind, jesus is...well...he's the kind of guy that you can both play kickball with at the park and sit down and share everything with. he's the perfect best friend. sometimes you fight, usually because he's saying something you don't want to hear even though it's true, but you love each other. and it's a free friendship. the kind of friendship that can handle the full weight of who you are. the kind of friendship that has conversations that you walk away from feeling like you just met with God ((although, in this case, you actually would have)). in my mind, he's the kind of guy that hanging out with him as just as cool as the idea of hanging out with him. like...he never disappoints. and he doesn't judge. mostly he loves. i feel like he'd listen more than he'd talk. but he'd always give sound advice.
anyway...my house smells and laura fed the lizards the worm-beetle and my sleep is all messed up so it's 3 AM and i'm super awake. i have a documentary about the f word right now. i'm gonna watch it sometime very soon. that's all. |
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[May. 5th, 2007|12:22 pm] |
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death is a funny thing.
there are probably about a million blogs or books or short stories or whatever that start out that way...but I really mean it.
it's hard to empathize when a friend loses someone. and not because you don't know what it's like. even if you've lost the same person in your life--like a grandma or grandpa aunt uncle or friend, it's hard to feel for them in the moment. unless you knew the person the same way they did. but even then, they meant something to you that is unique.
and I really believe that there's nothing that can be said to make it hurt less or be okay. for some reason, when you're hurting, condolences usually don't seem to help. I really think that the best thing you can do in that situation is simply hurt alongside them. you don't need to say anything. just stand by them. hold their hand. hug them. cry with them. remember the good times with them. when they want to talk, they'll let you know. until then, just let them be. it's hard enough for them already. they don't need your words of sorrow, as sincere as they are, to belittle what just happened.
i realize it's a lot harder when you didn't know the person they lost. it's hard to remember with them. or say things like "well, your grandpa loved you so much and was so proud of you" because, really, i have no idea. i'm running out of words. |
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