Somebody induced the labor of the world, and Jesus ain't back yet.

Bad experiences make me think sometimes. I usually talk myself out of the angry thoughts, and those that are judging, to a complete halt. I try to become still, and remember the time my heart stirred while the man on stage told everyone, with their heads bowed, eyes closed, to come to Jesus, by boldly raising their hands in church, and repeating after him the sinner's prayer.

I try to remind myself of the tree's roots...I tell myself that so long as the kingdom of heaven is being glorified and an the faithful are showing themselves, opinions, doctrine, and tactics are the frills I have to get past to love my faith. It's all a test, if I can get by with my love for God and all mankind, I'll have been one of those good servants. What more could I aspire to be?
It's all becoming mush in my mind. I'm afraid of forming an opinion, beyond the basic truths...afraid that will lead to judgment, sometimes allowing it to lead to arrogance, and living under the constant pressure of never becoming what I hate to see. Opting for false humility is the safe route...and easier for all to love, for the most part. Sometimes I think that if I were just to say what I feel, or think...God would have room to speak, because I'd be longing for answers after becoming vunerable and releasing what I hold in uncertainty.

I was talking to my mom the other day about how I think pursuing Progressive Culture, is a good way of telling the world as a Christian that you plan to flop. More and more (not that I'm a bible scholar), I've seen it pointed out in scripture that things around us fade...pass, wilt, and burn up in fireballs sent from Heaven. I think we are all on one world and that we should act like it. I believe Christians are supposed to be the smart ones, without basis on rules commonly understood. We're supposed to look simple, plain, even foolish next to what's popular. Subjecting ourselves to misunderstanding...it's all there in red, and large print. So those are the differences, but what we get to see, because of these things, is this...everyone, all the people, are of this world.

Secular, Christian...it's all moot and we have to keep moving on. We need to step up, with this little tiny simple understanding in hand, and do what our creator taught us to do. Love, seek out friendship, give with tenderness, and accept with humility...whatever, I don't know, we're meant to be the trend setters. That's what I think...based on what I hope I've been taught in truth. Obviously, we don't need to be afraid of Big Mother Culture, she's a scarecrow in the melon patch (ripped that off from Jeremiah 10)...and we're going to carry pieces of her, because we have hearts, dreams, thoughts and interests.

I don't know...I'm hungering for discussion here, and fully aware that I'm ranting. Wish I were a bit more smooth in segue, but it's late. I miss sleeping at night, miss sleeping in on Saturday mornings...miss my family, and a lot of other things too. So there I'm excused.