Sunday, March 18, 2012

It is not so good to be King.


In my last post I started with a little bit of angst on the subject of politics. My comments on the subject were rather discouraging and I apologize. Most of the time my frustration with politics comes from people whose political views differ from mine. This is probably what makes some people love it and others hate it. I guess I have a love/hate relationship. Recently I had a small revelation on my politics problems. My frustration and discouragement would often become increased when I thought I knew that something was going to end badly because of all the people who didn't see the world like me. Then it occurred to me that the devil was talking in my ear.
"You have eaten the fruit Christian, and are god, being able to judge right and wrong. If you could only convince people to have more faith in this prince, or that prince, then the world wouldn't be so out of control."
Politics (is this really plural?) are great. I still get into them because I think that they are a tool the Lord gives us to help change people. The key is to be in the world but not of it. When we start using politics as a way for us to play god, the result is tyranny. Sadly, the current society seems to embrace the idea of political gods. Maybe we should outlaw political gods? hehe. So to counter our current society I will fight, discuss, and pray, but never be discouraged. The election is over, Jesus won.

Ok, ready for a laugh? I was recently inspired by Thousand Words to try my hand at poetry. I know very little about how one goes about writing such things, seems like inspiration is a key tool. I wonder if spur of the moment qualifies as inspiration?


It pulls us forward with constant ease and strength
Looking back we vaguely see time's path so long and bright
Some turn with timid spirits to enter the dark tunnel's uncertain length
Others march strongly onward, confident of this tunnel's ending light.

Hmm, well, I tried.
Chip






Sunday, March 04, 2012

Grasping for the Wind


I figure it is time put something new up. My Ron Paul picture is fun, but political anything starts to get tiresome after too long. Ever get in heated political debates? I do all the time. It can leave you feeling exhausted, depressed, and frustrated. Us humans really have a stubborn edge I guess. It has been a good weekend. I have so much to be thankful for. I have gotten a job working at a factory that builds electronic components for John Deere tractors. Anyway, so since I work second shift at my job, I do not get done until 10:00 pm. That is sometimes nice, sometimes bad. Since I had to wake up by 3:00 am Saturday it was more a bad thing. WHY?? You ask, do you do something like that? Well because I had to take a long car ride (I did not drive) on nicely iced roads with some great people, to another pro life camp. It was great. More enthusiastic young people. And a less icy road home: this time I drove. Finally got to bed after 20 hours. Got to sleep in this morning, because I went to the late service at church. Enjoyed awesome worship of our most Awesome God. The pastor taught from Ecclesiastes 4:4 to the end. Ate some sushi with my brothers then went sledding. Maybe not the best order of events. But it was really fun, and we got some really good people pile ups, in sledding that is. Even went off of a sweet jump and got enough air so that I landed on my feet and ran. I guess in the end, it is the small things. This, coming from a guy who is 6' 4". It is just good to be alive and to work and play, to have joy in the fact that my life has purpose and is more than grasping for the wind.

Part of today's sermon text.
Two are better than one,
Because they have a good reward for their labor.
10 For if they fall, one will lift up his companion.
But woe to him who is alone when he falls,
For he has no one to help him up.
11 Again, if two lie down together, they will keep warm;
But how can one be warm alone?
12 Though one may be overpowered by another, two can withstand him.
And a threefold cord is not quickly broken.

Chip

P.S. The maze is mine.