"Christianity Defined . . .(sort of)"

Christianity: A system of beliefs whereby one
kneels in order to reach higher, does less to accomplish more, Surrenders to be victorious, and dies to live.

This all seems rather confusing until you realize that-

On Earth, gold is a precious metal and very valuable;

In Heaven, it's pavement.

"Unlimited"

I'm a limited creation
So it's hard for me to see,
How a God that is so wonderful
Could love a wretch like me.

I seem to find the end of me
When I try to understand
How He can measure eternity
And comfort me with the same hand.

Though I'm limited in methods
I'm as grateful as I can
That the God Who set the standard
Lived it out here as a man.

He lived His life as mortal man
As limited as me
But with the Holy Spirit
Where no "limited" can be.

So since He lived and died and
Then He rose and lived again
His Holy Spirit lives in me
And my mind is in a spin

I'm a limited creation
So my mind cannot contain
The symphonies and melodies
That dance inside my brain.

I know now, though I'm limited
On my own my outlook's grim
I've been made a new creation:
I'm Unlimited in Him.

"All Alone . . . With You"

I get lost in the day to day worries and cares
Wrapped up in confusion and strife,
All at once I'm discouraged in my mind's disrepair
I lost control of the things in my life.

My reality's based on the things I can see
And I'm bent by its hold of my view
In my effort to struggle I forget to be
An example of what Christ would do.

The devil attacks me and beats me with shame
And tells me I'm worthless and foul,
Reminds me of failures and of God's sure disdain;
He rants 'till my heart wants to howl.

But I remember a time when truth spoken in love
Set my heart free from guilt, shame, and loss
And I tell the devil, "It's not about me,
But Christ and what He did at the cross!"

So I fall to my knees so my spirit can soar,
And find peace in the Redemption-based view.
Though I'm surrounded by all of the cares there before

It doesn't matter:


I'm here all alone and with You.


Grace Like Rain

"Smiley Boy -- Revisited"

Here he is again. He did this because I blew at his hand. . . .

'nuff said.

"Gone With the Wind"

I just finished watching "Gone With the Wind" with Crickey. This is the first time that I have seen it. I spent most of my life (so far) trying to avoid watching it, mostly because it was "a classic and I should go see it." However, when Crickey asked me to watch it, I had to come to the conclusion that I had no better reason to avoid it than I always had. So, I'm back where I started: "I just finished watching "Gone With the Wind" with Crickey. "

I have to say that, while the movie was not as bad as I expected, I wonder why it is considered to be a classic. This is not a criticism, merely a curiosity. The acting was good and the cinematography far better than I expected, but the story seemed to start in the middle of something and end in the middle of something. You follow the life of a woman who is clueless to the point of the ruin of several of her friends and alienates everybody so that when you finally think that she gets the point, no one in the story will buy it. AND that's where they end it. Four hours to get "Tomorrow is another day. . . . da, da, dum. . . fade to sunset scene with woman silhouetted in the breeze and leave the suckers hanging."

Again, I know what this sounds like, but I'm really not trying to crack on the movie. I just don't get why it got so popular. My only guess is that when it came out, the populace, as a whole, was less cynical and that most people felt that everything would work out in that "tomorrow" to come.

Hmph, maybe what I should be asking is why don't I?

Oh, well.