There's a girl on America's Next Top Model this season who is a Christian. She got into the semifinals and told the judges straight up during her one-on-one interview that she was a "street preacher," and gave an example of one of her "sermons." It was awesome. She says her purpose in being a model is a mission to the lost within the fashion industry. I was kinda skeptical after the first half-episode, but I've come to the conclusion that this chick is awesome. They discovered that there was one less bed than there were girls in the house, so she gave hers up to the girl that hadn't gotten one, and when everyone said she was "so nice" she insisted that Jesus deserved all the glory.
That might not seem like a big deal, but watch a season or two of ANTM and then tell me that isn't strange.
I'm SUPER excited that a Christian like London is doing so well in a setting like that. It's also rather convicting for myself, as I tend to use the setting of the art world as an excuse to slack off in telling others about my faith. It sucks, but it's true. It's no secret that most artists tend to be extremely liberal, and very anti-God. However, this is not only true in a lot of other fields, but it is also not an excuse to clam up about how wonderful Jesus is!
London is still in the running, she's in the top 7 out of 13. I don't think it matters if she wins, but it's just really encouraging that she's so out there with her faith, and attracting people to Jesus just because of her openness about who He is.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Pleasures
Do you ever have those moments within your busy and otherwise stressful life where everything is just pure bliss, and you realize, for a moment, just how much your Heavenly Father must love you in order that you would experience such peace and joy? I love when this happens. Usually, it's because I'm listening to music. I've always had a strong emotional connection with music. Whenever I get that indescribable sensation of pleasure, I think of this passage from C.S. Lewis's "The Screwtape Letters:"
And now for your blunders. On your own showing you first of all allowed the patient to read a book he really enjoyed, because he enjoyed it and not in order to make clever remarks about it to his new friends. In the second place, you allowed him to walk down to the old mill and have tea there—a walk through country he really likes, and taken alone. In other words you allowed him two real positive Pleasures. Were you so ignorant as not to see the danger of this? The characteristic of Pains and Pleasures is that they are unmistakably real, and therefore, as far as they go, give the man who feels them a touchstone of reality. Thus if you had been trying to damn your man by the Romantic method—by making him a kind of Childe Harold or Werther submerged in self-pity for imaginary distresses—you would try to protect him at all costs from any real pain; because, of course, five minutes' genuine toothache would reveal the romantic sorrows for the nonsense they were and unmask your whole stratagem. But you were trying to damn your patient by the World, that is by palming off vanity, bustle, irony, and expensive tedium as pleasures. How can you have failed to see that a real pleasure was the last thing you ought to have let him meet? Didn't you foresee that it would just kill by contrast all the trumpery which you have been so laboriously teaching him to value? And that the sort of pleasure which the book and the walk gave him was the most dangerous of all? That it would peel off from his sensibility the kind of crust you have been forming on it, and make him feel that he was coming home, recovering himself?
Well said, C.S. Lewis.
Well said.
And now for your blunders. On your own showing you first of all allowed the patient to read a book he really enjoyed, because he enjoyed it and not in order to make clever remarks about it to his new friends. In the second place, you allowed him to walk down to the old mill and have tea there—a walk through country he really likes, and taken alone. In other words you allowed him two real positive Pleasures. Were you so ignorant as not to see the danger of this? The characteristic of Pains and Pleasures is that they are unmistakably real, and therefore, as far as they go, give the man who feels them a touchstone of reality. Thus if you had been trying to damn your man by the Romantic method—by making him a kind of Childe Harold or Werther submerged in self-pity for imaginary distresses—you would try to protect him at all costs from any real pain; because, of course, five minutes' genuine toothache would reveal the romantic sorrows for the nonsense they were and unmask your whole stratagem. But you were trying to damn your patient by the World, that is by palming off vanity, bustle, irony, and expensive tedium as pleasures. How can you have failed to see that a real pleasure was the last thing you ought to have let him meet? Didn't you foresee that it would just kill by contrast all the trumpery which you have been so laboriously teaching him to value? And that the sort of pleasure which the book and the walk gave him was the most dangerous of all? That it would peel off from his sensibility the kind of crust you have been forming on it, and make him feel that he was coming home, recovering himself?
Well said, C.S. Lewis.
Well said.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
I call out your name, but you do not hear
I dial your number, but your phone rings and rings
I shout and sing to try and block out the sound
I'm desperate
I have not slept these nights
I think of how I can get your attention
without you remembering in the morning
that I dumped water on your head
because you would not stop snoring
I dial your number, but your phone rings and rings
I shout and sing to try and block out the sound
I'm desperate
I have not slept these nights
I think of how I can get your attention
without you remembering in the morning
that I dumped water on your head
because you would not stop snoring
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I love milk
Seriously, what is better than a tall, frothy glass of cold milk sometimes?
Also, it has come to my attention that I never wrote about some of the things I wanted to. Let me just say, it was bound to happen. Maybe I will get to them sometime in the future...
But for now, onwards and upwards.
As I sit here guzzling down glass of milk number 2, I find myself thanking God for the quirks of life.
For example, I've gone an entire year without a desk chair at my desk. I instead have opted to sit on a big bouncy ball. and let me tell you, I'm none the worse for it!!
On glass number three, and loving the fact that I know people who will not only allow me to dump a bowl of worms on their head, but will go and collect them for me.
also, we are in the midst of an economic crisis, leaving seniors like moi in a sticky situation. However, it just so happens that animation companies like Dreamworks and Pixar are expanding like whoa.
mmmmm milk
Also, it has come to my attention that I never wrote about some of the things I wanted to. Let me just say, it was bound to happen. Maybe I will get to them sometime in the future...
But for now, onwards and upwards.
As I sit here guzzling down glass of milk number 2, I find myself thanking God for the quirks of life.
For example, I've gone an entire year without a desk chair at my desk. I instead have opted to sit on a big bouncy ball. and let me tell you, I'm none the worse for it!!
On glass number three, and loving the fact that I know people who will not only allow me to dump a bowl of worms on their head, but will go and collect them for me.
also, we are in the midst of an economic crisis, leaving seniors like moi in a sticky situation. However, it just so happens that animation companies like Dreamworks and Pixar are expanding like whoa.
mmmmm milk
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