How I’ve managed not to just go ahead and put a bullet in my brain is beyond me. I’m pretty much done with everything. School, People, Life.
This is an enormous chain and I’m sorry, but I need to say this:
The laws in the Old Testament were set forth by god as the rules the Hebrews needed to follow in order to be righteous, to atone for the sin of Adam and Eve and to be able to get into Heaven. That is also why they were required to make sacrifices, because it was part of the appeasement for Original Sin.
According to Christian theology, when Jesus came from Heaven, it was for the express purpose of sacrificing himself on the cross so that our sins may be forgiven. His sacrifice was supposed to be the ultimate act that would free us from the former laws and regulations and allow us to enter Heaven by acting in his image. That is why he said “it is finished” when he died on the cross. That is why Christians don’t have to circumcise their sons (god’s covenant with Jacob), that is why they don’t have to perform animal sacrifice, or grow out their forelocks, or follow any of the other laws of Leviticus.
When you quote Leviticus as god’s law and say they are rules we must follow because they are what god or Jesus wants us to do, what you are really saying, as a Christian, is that Christ’s sacrifice on the cross was invalid. He died in vain because you believe we are still beholden to the old laws. That is what you, a self-professed good Christian, are saying to your god and his son, that their plan for your salvation wasn’t good enough for you.
So maybe actually read the thing before you start quoting it, because the implications of your actions go a lot deeper than you think.
This is a theological point that doesn’t come up often enough.
Ray, when someone asks you if you’re a god, you say “YES”!
Those words sound damn scary don’t they? It’s not completely true mind you, but it’s what the media is putting out there. Parts of the government have shutdown sure. Most the civvy jobs aren’t gonna be running for a little while anyways. Did you know we’ve had 18 government shut downs since ‘76. 18 of them, granted most of them have been THIS decade. The longest of those lasted 3 weeks. Now. What IS scary is that it seems both sides aren’t willing to compromise. I mean, sure, the Libs are totally saying they will compromise, but they aren’t willing enough, and well the GOP are just willing to let the whole thing burn down. I mean, after all, it’s not gonna bother them. If they do decide to stop doing their job and SOMEHOW keep it this shutdown going SO long that it ACTUALLY starts really affecting stuff and eventually comes to the complete breakdown of America, what will they care. They’ll just put all their money in offshore banks (assuming they haven’t already and converted it to a foreign currency that would exist) and move to another country via the private jet they own. What can we do to stop it? This is what happens when we stop holding those responsible accountable for what they are doing. It used to be those men up in the senate were part of the community in some fashion. Hell, before television it was the only real way to get elected. You had to be out there WITH the people. Now, hell, I’d bank most people haven’t even seen their senator or representative in person. Or if they have, it’s on some stage a million miles away like some rock star. In some ways, I wish this could be fixed, but let’s face it. It can’t. The US is on the beginning of the downward spiral and if you know anything about history is that when a country starts to fall (whether it’s Rome, Ottoman Empire, British Empire, or USSR) it gets really really ugly. I think I need to prepare.
So I’ve been struggling with something lately. Well, hell, I’ve been struggling with lots of things lately. School is inevitably beating my self-esteem into a pulp on a number of levels. The main one though, being my intelligence. I have heard my entire life about how intelligent/smart I am, but here I am struggling in college while I watch those around me succeed with an almost practiced ease. Yet, here I am, struggling to remember information from the readings. Heck, a lot of my friends don’t even bother with the readings. They just seem to KNOW this stuff, and I just wonder. How?
So, yet another round of bitch fest from yours truly. I’m having issues as of late. I desperately want to be noticed I think. Or something. Don’t get me wrong. My girlfriend gives me some attention, but I’m beginning to feel more and more invisible. To make things even worse, it’s partially my own damn fault. The rare occassions people invite me to somewhere, I end up not being able to go because of school related stuff. I’m terrified come summer, I’m just spend the entirety of it at home alone because everyone else will have given up spending time with me. I don’t even know anymore.
So awhile back I mentioned about the whole being forgotten thing. About how, I would occasionally send out texts and such to get in touch with people. I did that today, maybe to ten people all in all, and got one response. Honestly, I’m probably gonna delete the other nine people. I’m at the point now where if I’m not worth talking to, then they aren’t either. But the one person who texted me back made it all worthwhile. Made me quite happy and pleased. It’s weird how that’s worked out for me. I’m aware of all the horrible terrible stuff, the painful loneliness I feel at times (despite having an amazing girlfriend), the stress and agonizing pain of school. But none of it seems to matter all that much. I’ve got friends who love me, a great girlfriend, a roof over my head, food in my belly, and basically everything I need or most things I want. Being positive seems to be working so far, and focusing on the small good things definitely makes it easier to deal with the bigger tougher things in life.
So I finally flew for the first time in recent memory (I say in memory because I flew when I was 9 months and 3 years old, but remember neither flight). I flew out to Washington D.C and then back home. Flying as a whole was a pleasant experience. The TSA guys (despite being shockingly friendly and helpful) intimidated the crap out of me. Just the thought of having that sort of power over me was worrisome. But really, it wasn’t so bad, and by the second time I had to go through I was already feeling rather comfortable with it all. The first flight itself scared the crap out of me. I was terrified pretty much the entire flight. Particularly landing. So many odds noises and such really worried me. But, I made it there just fine. For the trip back home, I suddenly stopped worrying so much. Not sure why or how, but I just wasn’t bothered. Technically my trip back home involved to flights. One from DC to Atlanta, then one from Atlanta to Lexington (my home). The first flight was quiet and pretty much, just fine. The second one was the best one though. It was odd to hear everyone talking and just acting, well, normal. But the best part was the gorgeous view of the sunset over the cloud line. It was really breath taking and right then I had never felt more at home. Which is weird, cause I was flying in a big giant metal machine. But, it was just one of those things that kinda changes your perspective on things.
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