In light of Don Miller's "A Million Miles in a Thousand Years," I realized that I have trouble remembering. It gets hazy around 5 years old, and even then, I can only recall a couple events. Now, I don't have a long-term memory problem, but if I feel as if I don't write my life down, I won't think twice about it. And honestly, I can't think of that many things happening this past year, so I hope this will show me how I can live a more meaningful life.Plus, when I die, then I'll have stuff to talk to God about because right now, I think we'd have like an hour tops.
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Suffering of one sort or another is integral to the capacity to love. Nobody can love authentically if they have not suffered in some way in and through their relationships.
One of the most powerfully written articles I’ve read on the Advent.
For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.
(2 Corinthians 4:17-18 ESV)
Unbelievable… to have such hope in this suffering.
resolution: love without holding anything back. reckless love. selfless abandon.
I honestly believe suffering is unavoidable in this life but the real question is “Why does God create suffering?” There are many positions on why, here’s just my take:
Everyday when I go to work, I see this blind guy wandering around on the subway platform. He’s trying to get somewhere and only…
day 41
fun day. i had my first insanity workout. i think im gonna like this. i just gotta make sure not to get too tired and pass out.
dinner with saeyoung was great. i like sharing dinner with him. i feel… at home. weird. im not sure if that’s the right word. but i guess it’s this sense where i dont have to feel like im wearing a mask. but im not pretending either when im talking to others. its more that im able to be more honest…
suffering is the art of solidarity… rob bell’s drops like stars is just overwhelming. suffering is so poignant. it can eliminate the trivial and uncover the necessary. comfort is so deceiving. i’m not sure if i suffer…if anything, i try to make myself suffer with the stress of school, responsibilities, and expectations. but, i feel like nothing is really out of my control. i may possibly be too safe. too safe to be alive.
