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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

C2Q: The Stories That We Are

Called To Question resumes it's evenings of philosophy, discussions and what not.. Beginning with- The Stories That We Are: How we act, narrate, and tell our identity. Presenting the topic of the evening is Gregg Montieth with a start time of 7:30pm 

Hope to see you there and look forward to the conversation. 

Monday, January 28, 2013

Dark Days

The following was a post I had written four years ago. I did not know it then, but it was a time that was only the first year of years to come that I would be beaten, broken and consumed in sorrow.  A painful journey indeed, but I am the stronger for it now.
I often feel as Frodo Baggins does, on his journeys end. Being pierced by that evil blade, he'll never be the same. Though he is much greater for it, his wound shall never truly heal.

NOVEMBER 19, 2009

Dark days.

If God were here in human form right in front of me right know, I would punch God in the face.

Then...I would weep at the feet of God.

These are dark days.

What was once a dark day has made its journey. From dark day to dark days. Dark days to dark week. Dark week to dark weeks. Dark weeks to dark month. Dark month to dark months and dark months to dark year.

With all that I have been blessed, I still feel as I do.

What reason do I bear such burden?
What lesson must be learned?
For if there is knowledge to be gained, then I suppose my heart must churn.
What foolishness,
What folly,
To think I can escape.
One of life's greatest lessons...
sorrows seem to be my fate.

For now, I must continue.
Must shuffle to and fro,

Must not stay still,
The way is dark,
'Else I lose my will.

Friday, January 25, 2013

The last of the human freedoms, is to choose one's attitudes.                                                                               -Vicktor Frankl
This, I assure you, is no easy feat to accomplish. I have often found that when a choice or decision is left entirely up to me I begin to crumble. For when I make that decision I am the one fully responsible for it, no other can take the blame, no, not even God.

When I avoid that decision, I do not have to face the consequences of it. I may continue to suffer in my present state, but that if I made the decision, I would be relieved of it.

I find some sort of comfort in what is already familiar to me, though the sufferings persist. The fear of what may be and what we do not know is sometimes greater then the pains of what is and what we do know.

I have taken a 'leap of faith' and that leap was and is an abandonment of 'the faith'. It is frightening, worrisome and frankly scares the shit out of me, but Wow! what a thrill. You see, to have faith is not to have assurance in or proof of whatever it is that you do have faith in.
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything. -Friedrich Nietzsche 
Faith, at least to me, is to have a hope in something that you can not even explain, a hope in something that you have no idea of whether it exists or not and though the road ahead be dark and hidden from us, we continue on. This is the faith of a little mustard seed. It is not large, strong and assured. No, it is doubtful of what it has faith in and, perhaps even more so, faith itself.

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.                                                                                - J.R. Tolkien