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It’s Annoying having an Imagination

I’m sitting at school trying to study, on the second floor of a building, and all I can think about is what would happen if the woman I’ve loved were attacked in front of me right were I am. My mind plunges me into fantasy, where I play out the scenario.

He’s grabbing her, holding her. I fly out of my seat to help. What do I do? Punch the bastard? Sneak up and wrap my arm around his neck? Maybe I’ll offer to snap his spine or flip him over the balcony to the ground floor. Maybe this entices him to let her go, and I release him. I ask her if she’s hurt, and when I see her bruises I am consumed with anger. I sprint after the retreating villain, tackling him and using my speed to bring him down. At which point he gets beat the fuck down, as all of my raw emotion is channeled through my muscles.

Then I snap back to reality. I’m alone, and this would probably never happen. Nonetheless, my imagination has filled my heart with rage. Annoying when you’re trying to study.

It is commonly misconceived that hatred is the opposite of love.

This is simply not true. Love is caring about someone or something, caring so much that you would do anything to spend your life with someone, caring enough to follow a passion, a career.
What I’ve found is that if I’ve fallen in love with someone, the only way to get over them is to stop caring. Stop investing time In wondering how their life is, what they are doing, and who they’re with. If love is caring, then the opposite of love is apathy – not caring.

Day 2

This month I’m doing a Creative Writing challenge! Today’s installment:

2. A couple.

Roger inhaled deeply. The scent of hot pine sap and dusty meadow filled his lungs, as the sun beat down on his face. 

“This is good, I think” he said, setting down the basket in his hands. 

Alice withdrew a blanket from her backpack, and began looking for the perfect spot to put it.

“Too rocky,” she said to herself, “too many weeds… ew, spider! Here we go.”

She spread the blanket out on the thick, grassy patch. A warm breeze drifted through the clearing, but not enough to warrant weighing down the corners of the blanket. 

“Perfect” Roger said, as he moved the basket nearer to the blanket and opened the top, “let’s hurry up and get out the food, I’m starved.”

Together they unpacked the meal; there were turkey and provolone sandwiches with tomatoes and peppers, delicately wrapped in wax paper, and a bowl of fruit salad. Alice brought the utensils out of her backpack, as well as two bowls for the fruit. Roger put down his cooler backpack and brought out the drinks.

“Here” he handed her a 7-Up, then cracked open a Mountain Dew. He took a quick sip, and then set it down on a nearby rock. Alice passed him a sandwich, and together they unwrapped and began to eat.

“Babe,” Alice said “these are awesome! I can’t figure out why though.”

Roger grinned. “It’s the salt and pepper. And the bell peppers. Basically it boils down to pepper.”

Alice laughed, her blue eyes shining in the sunlight. “I’ll have to try that sometime.”

Roger took is fork and stabbed a juicy chunk of watermelon from out of the fruit bowl. “I don’t know why we brought bowls” he said as he ate it. Alice gave him an accusing look as she picked up a bowl and filled it for herself. 

“I suppose we could’ve just brought the one extra” she quipped.

Roger picked out a piece of pineapple, popped it into his mouth, and glanced up at the sky. Three sparrows flew overhead, soaring and swooping through the sky, chasing down any insects who dared to fly in their airspace. The breeze picked up for a moment, tossing his dark, unruly curls of hair.

“It’s so nice out here” he said, softly, “away from the noise of life, just the two of us.”

Alice reached over and put her hand over his free one. “I agree. We should do this more often.”

They finished their sandwiches in silence. Roger crumbled his wrapper into a ball and tossed it into the basket. Alice put the cover back on the bowl of fruit and placed it in the basket as well, clearing the blanket. Roger lay back, his right arm outstretched. Alice shifted her position and lay down alongside him. He wrapped his arm around her, and she took his hand. 

“When do we have to go back?” She asked.

“Not for some time” he said, “We have a couple hours to just relax.”

“Good.” She rested her face on his chest and closed her eyes. “Enough time for a nap?”

Roger pulled his phone from his pocket and set a timer. 

“Plenty of time. That sounds great.”

He stroked her long, auburn hair tenderly. The motion was as calming for him as it was for her, and together they relaxed into an easy, carefree afternoon nap.

The bible is glorification of abuse on women…here’s an example: “Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body. Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.” (Ephesians 5:22-24) In fact, men have used the bible to justify beating their wives for centuries.

peterdwebb:

The Bible is not. I wholeheartedly deny that. The Bible honors and glorifies the bride as something to be loved and cherished and protected. God calls every Christian collectively His bride. It’s His promise to honor and love and provide for us for the rest of eternity. 

In regards to Ephesians, that is not even half of the Biblical model for marriage. I can’t believe you left out the rest of it. Husbands are called to love their wives as Christ loves the church. And how did Christ love the church? Oh yeah, He died. Husbands are called to love their wives so much they would unhesitatingly die for them. I think that’s something feminism can’t complain about. 

There is no possible way to faithfully interpret this passage of the Bible in a way that condones beating your wife. Husbands that physically abuse their wives are not Christians. They cease to be Christian the moment they do that. No part of spousal abuse is Christ-like. 

Everyone needs to see this.

The bible is glorification of abuse on women…here’s an example: “Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body. Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.” (Ephesians 5:22-24) In fact, men have used the bible to justify beating their wives for centuries.

peterdwebb:

The Bible is not. I wholeheartedly deny that. The Bible honors and glorifies the bride as something to be loved and cherished and protected. God calls every Christian collectively His bride. It’s His promise to honor and love and provide for us for the rest of eternity. 

In regards to Ephesians, that is not even half of the Biblical model for marriage. I can’t believe you left out the rest of it. Husbands are called to love their wives as Christ loves the church. And how did Christ love the church? Oh yeah, He died. Husbands are called to love their wives so much they would unhesitatingly die for them. I think that’s something feminism can’t complain about. 

There is no possible way to faithfully interpret this passage of the Bible in a way that condones beating your wife. Husbands that physically abuse their wives are not Christians. They cease to be Christian the moment they do that. No part of spousal abuse is Christ-like. 

Everyone needs to see this.

I attended my first pageant today.

One of my closest friends, the girl I loved, was a contestant. I was there with her family and her boyfriend to show support, although the boyfriend was in a different part of the audience.  I had dressed up as sharp as a tack in a a blue shirt, a black waistcoat, and a grey and black striped tie. I’ve just recently gotten my hair cut, so it was styled the way I like it. I sat about four rows away from the stage and in the center of the audience, and directly behind me was her family.

The experience was interesting, even though she did not win.  

Afterward, though, when I found her, she said that I was the only one she saw in the audience when she came out. Maybe it was the sharp outfit, maybe it was the color of my shirt. Maybe it was just the fact that I’m pretty tall, and I was sitting in front of her family (while her boyfriend was a few rows back and to the right).

This girl, who I’d probably marry if ever given the chance, had spotted me out of the everyone in the crowd and had felt comforted by knowing that at least one of her close friends had shown up as promised.

It breaks my heart sometimes to think about what we could have been. Our story seems like one of those shows where you know two people should be together, but they are paired with others and remain platonic friends.  It brings joy to my wounded heart, though, to know that out of everyone she saw me, all dressed up especially for her on this occasion. Just another instance that shows how much I still care.

I think I’ll go eat a pint of Ben & Jerry’s now.

publicus-exventare:

IT’S CHRISTMAS. GET OVER IT. (by Ben Stein, CBS Sunday Morning Commentary)

My confession: I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees. I don’t feel threatened. I don’t feel discriminated against. That’s what they are, Christmas trees.

It doesn’t bother me a bit when people say, ‘Merry Christmas’ to me. I don’t think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn’t bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu. If people want a nativity scene, it’s just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.

I don’t like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don’t think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from, that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can’t find it in the Constitution and I don’t like it being shoved down my throat.

Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren’t allowed to worship God? I guess that’s a sign that I’m getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to.

In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it’s not funny, it’s intended to get you thinking.

Billy Graham’s daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her ‘How could God let something like this happen?’ (regarding Hurricane Katrina). Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, ‘I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we’ve been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives.And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?’

In light of recent events… terrorist attacks, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O’Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn’t want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill; thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.

Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn’t spank our children when they misbehave, because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock’s son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he’s talking about. And we said okay.

Now we’re asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don’t know right from wrong, and why it doesn’t bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves. Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with ‘WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.’

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world’s going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how you can send ‘jokes’ through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Are you laughing yet?

Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you’re not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it. Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.

Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not, then just discard it…. no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don’t sit back and complain about what a bad shape the world is in.