Friday, March 16, 2018

ticking

Time is running out for me to be what I should be.  I feel like I'm a robot or something.  I have no friends.  I have acquiantances from church.  I feel like if I had to give an account of my life, it'd be something like "I was a spoiled brat who never appreciated anything I was given and never gave what was appreciated".  
I can't quite figure out what "Obey his commands" means.  If I did that, I would be King by now.  I don't know anyone who fits that criteria.  I sometimes fear that a much larger % of people are going to Hell than many people believe.  Not only much of "The world" but also a great deal of what makes up "the church".  I know that's a fruitless thought, but I don't know what else to think.  More so I don't know what to make of this whole concept of "not by good works" -- people say it's all Jesus' doing.  "All you have to do is follow his leading".  That's it?  Is it really so difficult for God to bear with us humans that a Herculaneum task that I've been given can be minimized to "ALL you have to do..."???  I understand, albeit in vague terms, that NOT following God is a destructive path, but I have no map to clear me out of that path.  There is no formula for figuring out the way out of this path.  
idk.  The Bible is an important tool.  I need to take more consideration into reading it.  It occurs to me that "spending time with" The Lord means reading His word and I really should do that because that's pretty much all I know to do that would alleviate this feeling of uncertainty.  There are so many things that I do wrong and/or fail to do altogether that should be done.  I don't really like to sit down and read, but I know The Bible is a must, regardless of my personal interests.  

  I really wish people would quit speaking all figuratively.  "How beautiful is The Cross!"  BARF.  "The cross"??.  There are MANY crosses.  Crucifixion was The Roman death penalty.  Nothing beautiful can be said about anybody's death.  Jesus dying was not beautiful.  What's beautiful is God's love.  "This is my body, broken for you".  That is one of many examples of God's love for us.  You can read that and not understand a word of it.  You can't put into words the love that is God's.  That's why we have music.  Music, when treated as such, can add a depth that words just can't.  Unfortunately, music in church is often either rainy sounding or extremely simplistic.  I hardly ever hear anyone use music to reverently and truthfully convey God's place in the hearts of man.  Oh, and while I'm sitting here bitching, why don't I say this --- YO CHURCH LEADERS --- Quit singing about God in the 3rd person.  You don't worship someone by talking about Him like he's a far off concept rather than Your King!  God comes to church with you.  He comes hoping for you to worship Him.  He doesn't show up so you can convince yourselves that He's worthy of praise.  Songs like "Praise him, Praise him, God in the highest!"  Seriously?  Praise is a verb.  Saying 'Praise' is not praise.  Why sing about Praising God corporately when there's no corporate plans of praise?  My old church had a pretty good schedule.  There was a specific time where we were to let out our praises to God.  So when I stood up singing "Praise God" with whatever melody some so and so composed at some point in the past I may not have felt very reverent as I should have felt in those moments, but at least it wasn't because of a hypocrisy in the design.
I know I **SHOULD** priase God in my spare time.  But I honestly don't know how.  I know how to say THANK YOU, but I don't know how to PRAISE God.  I don't know how to tell God HEY, THAT WAS AWESOME -- GOOD JOB, MY LORD!  I don't believe any human has any business telling God how good He is.  God IS good---all the time.  The only people that need to hear that are those that don't know it already and there are many.  God knows He's good.  Weather or not I recognize it or not is completely irrelevant.  It is for my own benefit that I recognize God's goodness, not His.

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Thursday, March 8, 2018

whack and clap pt 1

I smashed the screen of my smartphone.  The guts are still good and I can see the images on the screen well enough.  I was feeling totally pissed off at a series of financial losses that have supposedly been repaid, or can't be repaid or shouldn't have to be repaid or something -- idk -- and I was trying to get over it and got all frustrated about the situation and how it was affecting me spiritually, or something..........I tried praying to God and my ad-based phone cleaner, which is constantly telling me my phone memory level is "bad", was cleaning my phone, as I asked it to, and after I got like 6 or 7 words out of my mouth to God, an ad started knocking down the walls of my paper thin room.  I then picked up the phone, slow poking along as it always does --- and it must be always doing something that I'm not telling it to b/c the memory situation goes from "optimal" to "bad" as soon as I turn my back or practically so --- and I thought about doing something to cure my phone of this nonsense, and decided to hell with it and threw it against the wall. 
So that's that.
I prayed to God, as pissed off as I was, and I wasn't finding much relief b/c there's all this emphasis I keep coming across about shutting up and letting God talk, and I know it's not the best of situations and it's just about entirely my fault, but the fact of the matter is God does not speak to me and I ***AM*** instructed by The Holy Bible to bring my petitions to God.  I am not expected to expect God to be content reading my mind.  So to hell with all this "Let God do all the talking b/c he knows your inner most thoughts" b.s.  ***I*** don't know my innermost thoughts.  I can't concentrate long enough to know my innermost thoughts unless I either mouth them to myself or write them down or say them.  So there's that.  I know damn well God speaks to me though His word.  I don't even know of anybody who regularly ****hears**** the ****voice**** of God.  I've known people who hear God speak to them, supposedly, but I've personally never met anyone who literally hears God speak to them.  If "God's voice" were that way, we wouldn't need The Bible.  God does not have restrictions on his speech like people do.  People prior to email and cell phone text messaging etc. would often write letters because phone calls were too casual for certain things that were in need of being said.  God can say whatever He pleases however he wants to say it.  It's our duty to listen to what He says.  Sin keeps us unable to hear His voice.  So naturally, we are to hear his voice through the writings that have been compiled to be known as The Bible.  It's not because he has no voice, it's because we as humans, generally speaking, aren't able to hear it.  And as I've said, I've never met anyone who, if ever, regularly hears the voice of God literally so.  People say they heard God speak to them, but The Bible itself, in English at least, is written so flowery it's almost as if the translators are trying to transcend language boundaries, as if it could be English and also be some kind of God inspired language that humans aren't aware of.  I came across some writing a couple days ago, maybe yesterday, that I was reading and I was like Since when did Yoda become such a pansy?  I mean -- seriously!  I know beauty is not something men should be afraid of, but words have a purpose and to throw them around like glitter is thrown onto a painting is just stupid.  If you want to tribute God with a work of art, there's plenty of time to do that.  Translating The Bible is not the way to do it.
  I can't remember what writing it was.  And not knowing any language that ever existed except modern day English (since I am a modern day citizen of the U.S.A. whose parents are the same), I cannot swear that the original text of The Bible doesn't employ the same grasping at straws anti-math prose, but I have heard that the Hebrew language is very precise.  And that is one thing English fails miserably at.  There's words that should not even exist because if you look them up in the Dictionary, the definition is not even in any slight way discernibly different than another word that has a completely different spelling and pronunciation.  There are many words that are similar in meaning that have no relationship to one another.  Me and my mom sometimes argue about the difference between a blanket of snow and a sheet of ice.  A cookie sheet vs. a cookie blanket?  What's the difference between a sheet and a blanket?  A sheet is a thin blanket is it not?  A blanket is a thick sheet, no?  So why does it matter if I'm referring to the collective fabrics that are on my bed as a blanket or a sheet?  "My blankets and sheets" -- vs. "My sheets".  So many sentences get abbreviated.  You can almost always find this in books.  Person1 "Why did you do that?  Person2 "Do what?"  THAT'S NOT A COMPLETE SENTENCE!  WELL EXCUSE ME--ALLOW ME TO RE-WORD THAT FOR YOU!  "What did I do that confuses you?"  Damnation to the ends of North America if I were to correct my mom about such a petty matter as that.  But equally damned am I if I don't let her derail what I'm attempting to communicate by nitpicking about my reference to various items that can and often do cover me when I'm sleeping.  I guess "bedding" technically covers it, except that never came up in all that back and forth.  And what kind of word is "bedding?" Kind of like the word "movie"  Or naming a black cat "blackie".  So many words just come out of thin air because people are so damn brain deficient.  Many words exist that very well could cover innovations such as movies and compact digital audio discs (CDs) et al.  some people get all weirded out when DVD is referred to as "video".  Why?  Video is a more abstract term that generally refers to motion pictures.  Except A) motion picture is two words not one.  B) "Motion picture" is often thought of as being a specific art form, as opposed to a PSA or a piece of marketing or a miscellaneous qty of moments captured via-yeah-VIDEO!!!  If people were not so pretentious in their use of words, we could cut the dictionary by at least a third.
What do you call that this here?  "A sheet"  What's that there?  "....a movie...because it moves"  What's that called?  "Um, a stove."  Why is it called that?  "Uh...Because it **doesn't** move!"   So what's this again?  "Uh...a sheet?"  Because it doesn't move?  "You a smartass huh?"  Beats being a dumbass.  Maybe that's just my OPINion.

Ok, wow.  Talk about going off the rails.  I think I made some good points and I think it'd be a miracle if anyone is still reading this.

As my narrative was going, I smashed my cell phone and was able to concentrate on prayer.  No audible voice. etc. etc.
Ok, so I prayed.  I finally did feel better.  It was the point when I told God "I believe you.  I believe everything you say" that I could feel a bit of light warming inside me.  I said something before that that segued into that.  I don't remember what it was.  But it was at that moment I could feel a bit of assurance that God had not washed his hands of me entirely.  I had read a measily one entry of my One Year Bible on Sunday.  I did not read anything Monday or Tuesday.  I did after praying --- and this was 1 or 2pm mind you --- read three entries back2back.
Today was rather wasted.  I spent all day just piddling the day away.  I can't think off hand what I've been doing to squander this day away.  I think bits of this and that.  I woke up really early.  By that, I should be in bed already, but I'm not, even though it does sound somewhat appealing.  I might've had too much caffeine to succeed in falling asleep as soon as I'd like to, if i were to dive headfirst into my pillow.  I friggin' tell you, between 6am and 9am I had to urinate 6 times.  And that was just the beginning.  I did drink some water after noticing a dangerous pattern having formed.  I was putting out more than I was taking in.  Dehydration ---- noo!  I took a giant glass of water x2 and did that in three intervals throughout the day.  I might've done it 4 intervals.  Not sure.
Anyway.  It's starting to look doubtful that I'll get anything of The Bible read today.  There's a little hope of it, but as it's almost 10pm and I'm still yacking at whoever the heck is pathetic enough to be reading this ridiculousness, it seems the math adds up to an unfavorable deck.  But hey appearances can be deceiving.  We all know this.  TELL me we all know this!  TESTIFY!  TELL IT to the Lord!  HALLEJULAH!1  Howuspellthat?  HAYAYAYUAJAJAAJL.........uh...PRAISE THE LORD AND JOIN ME IN DOING SO, C'MON!  C'MON!  YOU KNOW IT!  WAHOOOOO!  Ouh!  This is Michael Jackson on com7.  OUUUUUUH!  OOOOOH!  INNAKNOCKAPEE INNAKNOCKAPEE PENS AWAYA.....yeah, see if you can spot that one why don't you?  Ok, I think I've exhausted my trains of thought for the moment.  I need to wrap up this post before google accuses me of being too generous with using their bandwidth.


Yep




And here's Peter Venkman saying ----
"They just don't make them like they used to anymore"
(whack!) NO!  Nobody EVER made them like this!

Only in the eighties

Monday, March 5, 2018

There's a thief in my midst...

I think I might've been too eager to receive my pastor's two cents.
he gave me two pennies to use in conjunction with some aspect of the service...I'm not sure how they benefited the service, but that's a whole different matter...anyway... I got tired of holding them and I didn't want to lose em, so I put em in my pocket...I guess...I don't actually remember putting them in my pocket so I can't swear what my reasoning was or if it was just a habitual thing altogether...but I now have them at atop my bookshelf...Not sure if this counts as theft or not...

Friday, March 2, 2018

don't worry be happy

I wish there was some way to cure my nephew's sadness.  I keep hearing him crying and whining.  He hasn't quite learned how to talk yet.  Sometimes he whines just to try to change the situation that he's less than satisfied with and sometimes he spends entire days teetering on the edge of a meltdown.  He usually comes out the other side OK, more than...What's really annoying is I have no idea why he's crying when I'm not upstairs watching everything that goes on like a guard.  Guarding is my mom's job.  She has $300 worth of turtle supplies as payment (not really; I think that's more or less a coincidence b/c she's our mom and my sister is just that nice :) ).
  It is somewhat comforting to know that there's seriously nothing I'd be able to do if Joseph does end up crying out of serious injury.  I have my headphones on alot of the day.  I'm not proud of it.  I can't justify it to someone who isn't me.  Or someone who isn't an expert on mental illness, which is 99.999% of the world, or at least the world surrounding myself (the USA).  I reckon there's some psychiatrists who don't really understand mental illness because it's not something many people are willing to understand.  People either want to think you can blame your problems on your wiring or say that wiring doesn't exist and that you choose your wiring.  Both schools of thought are flawed in obvious ways.  I myself am struggling to understand what exactly "Free will" is, and what it's role is in the life of a Christian or a non Christian for that matter.  I don't even know if the phrase "Free will" is in The Bible.  If it is, I doubt it's a direct translation of whatever language was used in the original transcriptions of God's word.  Gr.
So anyway;
It is half expected that I be zoned out for some of the day.  I probably / might be grilled for not paying attn or not noticing the horrowing screams if Joseph did get injured, but I'm always being blamed for stuff that I have no right to be blamed for, usually small stuff that I feel my mom gets way too caught up in, although she's been forced to focus on things in life that extend beyond how clean the house is or isn't.  She's been better lately with not correcting me about using the wrong word for x or y.  She repeatedly would correct me about referring to insects and spiders as "bugs".  She kept telling me "bug" is slang for 'insect', which makes absolutely no sense.  Insect is a precise --- aka scientific --- word.  It's a definition is precise.  The word "bug" is not precise.  It's slang.  It does not have any root in science.  It's street talk.  How someone could not realize this even after 2 or 3 miniature confrontations about the matter is appalling to me.  She must have corrected me half a dozen times, at least.  There's more stuff like that I'm not remembering, not that it matters anyway.  I'm supposed to "not count it against her"...but it keeps happening.  Living my days requires me to expect nothing but good from people and to be constantly torn down with disappointment.  It's like I have to be emotionally detached from my own mom's existence, like I'm Mellow Yellow walking on a cloud.  And then she gets pissed off at me for that too and what do I care?  It's forgiven.  Nothing can hurt me b/c I have faith in Jesus.  There's definitely nothing strange to complain about, so why sweat it?
man, this blogpost is a mess.
whatever.