I love it how Jesus never apologieses for who he is. I read John 6: something to something and its after Jesus tells everyone: I AM THE BREAD OF LIFE- EAT MY FLESH AND DRINK MY BLOOD.
and then he said; i tell you the aabsolute truth you can't argue with me; NO ONE can come to the father except when he comes through me- when he wills it.
And then the disciples are like; WHAT THE- and they figure; this isn't worth it; and they leave him. And only 12 are left.
and it sort of fulfils a prophesy in isaiah that there was nothing particularily special about him to draw people to him behind all the spectacular miracles and big comforting words like 'Come to me all you who are weary and i will give you rest'.
And Jesus; when the disciples were grumbling about these hard words asked plainly; Does this offend you?
And i guess now day- you can sort of understnad what Jesus means when he said my flesh and my blood (cos he died on the cross) but some of us feel that hey; its not fair to say that YOU"RE the only way to God, to Heaven, to Salvation. Shouldn't all religions lead to God? Shouldn't a good life be the way? I havent thought a bad thought, i live for others and not myself, Goodness is goodness so it should be ok. Why would my religion be wrong? its basically the same right?
whats it called- stoicism? or something. Its quite a noble philosophy; live life noblely because.
NO!
haha.
ok maybe Jesus didnt laugh gleefully- but he sure didnt apologise for his hard words that turned people off.
He did it becuase it weeded out all the people who followed him becasue he was Cool Jesus. He was miracle man. Its rather surpriseng just how popular Jesus was; and that this popularity even at that time was so shallow and meaningless for most of the crowd.
That Jesus when he was alive was so misunderstood, and still is, and he knew it too.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
oh my tear ducts!
OH MY GOSH i cried for the first time in known history today. Watching passion of the Christ with Shrubby.
Mel Gibson is a genius! so grousome man, but amazing Cin-e-matography. Yea, thats how you spell it.
there were so many times that i stared at the computer screen. So much gore and blood and intensity,
But there are some beautiful images in there. The part that i remembered from last time was when Mary tries to get close to Jesus with his cross- and she sees him fall, and then they do this flash back when he was a baby- a little toddler who falls over in the dirt, and his mum turns over pots and tables running to his aid. Man
and then Jesus, all bloody ad gashy, crawling across the cross to the position they would nail him. In pain but horribly determined in his task.
wow man.
adoni!
Mel Gibson is a genius! so grousome man, but amazing Cin-e-matography. Yea, thats how you spell it.
there were so many times that i stared at the computer screen. So much gore and blood and intensity,
But there are some beautiful images in there. The part that i remembered from last time was when Mary tries to get close to Jesus with his cross- and she sees him fall, and then they do this flash back when he was a baby- a little toddler who falls over in the dirt, and his mum turns over pots and tables running to his aid. Man
and then Jesus, all bloody ad gashy, crawling across the cross to the position they would nail him. In pain but horribly determined in his task.
wow man.
adoni!
Friday, March 21, 2008
Come, buy wine and milk- without money, and without cost
I've been shamed by my friend's amount of thought and refection over this rather antisocial part of our teenage lives where the world revolves around finishing school.
but it was Maunday Thursday yesterday- here is a weekend where reflection will come in conflict with study: The Easter long weekend just before the half yearlies.
Hah.
Yesterday was in interesting service. I dont know why i was excited; maybe that maunday thursday service is a 'family tradition' in the sense that our family always goes, and its something special just like the CHristmas eve service- at night time at church.
It's kinda weird thinking about how many times ive been to church in my life, or been to thius maunday thursday service and i've been completely different each time- a little older and a bit wiser. And thankfully a lot more aware than i used to be. (Seriously- during like, years 4,5,6, maybe 7 and 8 i have no idea what i was doing or what was happening i was just so vague. Its not that i dont remember its that i never made memories of what was going around me.)
anyway
Theres alwyas a real sense of atmosphere and excitement sometimes- when outside its either cold, or like it was yesterday REDICULOUSLY HOT, and inside its even hotter, despire the tiny little fans spluttering their little blades to keep the heavy air moving.
I've had holy communion two weeks in a row this week. its maybe abuot the 10th? time ive done it? Maybe less. I was baptised when i still had long hair. Haha i can't remember. Maybe i have had communion more than ten times.
maybe it was year 10? that means it Must have been more than 10 times. How come it feels so little?
But anyway- it feels like the ritual is slipping into that meaninglessness that always happens when you do things a lot. But- it still retains things that i find very interesting.
Its the physicality of everything that makes it something a bit intimidating almost.
On the big table at the front there are plates with squares of bread (proabably wonder white) and little plastic cups of wine (ribina, or some no-name brand cos its cheaper XD) And then Rav. David stands up there and he says almost exactly the same words;
"...and he took the bread, broke it, and said; 'Come, eat, this is my body broken for you. Do this in rememberance of me."
And then the elders all walk out down the church aisles and pass the bread to everyone, and when they come back to the big table, Rev. David passes the plate to each of them, and then someone passes the plate to him. I think its alywas interesting that no one gets the bread from their own plate- but someone always offers it.
And then he says something like "come, eat and be thankful." and then everyone eats, and some people try an each quietly, but you can alwyas hear munching above your own munching that you're trying not to make audible.
And then they do the same with the grape-juice.
"Come, drink. This is my blood poured out for you. Do this in rememberance of me."
It seems simple, and ritualistic.
But when ever i go to eat the bread, withouht thinking about it i close my eyes really tight before i put it in my mouth- and my hands are clenched when i chew it, and there is almost the hint of having to make an effort to swollow it down.
Same with the wine; i swollow it like i do a pill- throw your head back and open your gullet and its over (even though that sounds disgusting and something your shouldn't be doing in church for some reason XD)
I dont believe neccessarily in Resubstantiation; thats when you believe that when you eat the bread- it ACTUALLY turns into the flesh of Christ; when you drink the wine, it becomes his blood. If that was so though, you could understand my subconcious reactions.
But as it is-
its just wonderwhite and Ribina.
When the little square of bread is in your hand- the sheer immensity of this whole Jesus-biz approaches you as if it was the first time you heard about it.
Its hard to put into the words that aren't Cliche.
Here ya go; God's flesh; God's blood.
You know, when someone give you something that was so precious to them, or even something of themselves- you would want to be worthy of it. To treat it right. to treat it as if it means just as much to you as it did the person who gave it.
Maybe its the sheer neccessity that God's body is the only thing in the world that can save us. and that there was nothing that we could or can ever do to be worthy enough to even handle something so...
big...
i think i often belittle the immensity of Christ's death to peple and myself.
"yea- Jesus died for us".
but- isnt it just a little bit insane?
That God, knowing that Humans were compleltely incapable of saving themselves- even not wanting to be saved- even being monsterous and resembling Satan almost completely
Took it upon himself to give us a way out.
And we almost always turn God into a robotic sacrifice machine- that he made Jesus suffer without emotion.
Yet it was the Lord's will to crush him and cause him to suffer. Isaiah 53:10
how traumatic was it for even abraham to hold the knife above his only son?
Beh and i dunno- its sounding Cliche to me
but its so hard to use words that have been used so many times.
but it was Maunday Thursday yesterday- here is a weekend where reflection will come in conflict with study: The Easter long weekend just before the half yearlies.
Hah.
Yesterday was in interesting service. I dont know why i was excited; maybe that maunday thursday service is a 'family tradition' in the sense that our family always goes, and its something special just like the CHristmas eve service- at night time at church.
It's kinda weird thinking about how many times ive been to church in my life, or been to thius maunday thursday service and i've been completely different each time- a little older and a bit wiser. And thankfully a lot more aware than i used to be. (Seriously- during like, years 4,5,6, maybe 7 and 8 i have no idea what i was doing or what was happening i was just so vague. Its not that i dont remember its that i never made memories of what was going around me.)
anyway
Theres alwyas a real sense of atmosphere and excitement sometimes- when outside its either cold, or like it was yesterday REDICULOUSLY HOT, and inside its even hotter, despire the tiny little fans spluttering their little blades to keep the heavy air moving.
I've had holy communion two weeks in a row this week. its maybe abuot the 10th? time ive done it? Maybe less. I was baptised when i still had long hair. Haha i can't remember. Maybe i have had communion more than ten times.
maybe it was year 10? that means it Must have been more than 10 times. How come it feels so little?
But anyway- it feels like the ritual is slipping into that meaninglessness that always happens when you do things a lot. But- it still retains things that i find very interesting.
Its the physicality of everything that makes it something a bit intimidating almost.
On the big table at the front there are plates with squares of bread (proabably wonder white) and little plastic cups of wine (ribina, or some no-name brand cos its cheaper XD) And then Rav. David stands up there and he says almost exactly the same words;
"...and he took the bread, broke it, and said; 'Come, eat, this is my body broken for you. Do this in rememberance of me."
And then the elders all walk out down the church aisles and pass the bread to everyone, and when they come back to the big table, Rev. David passes the plate to each of them, and then someone passes the plate to him. I think its alywas interesting that no one gets the bread from their own plate- but someone always offers it.
And then he says something like "come, eat and be thankful." and then everyone eats, and some people try an each quietly, but you can alwyas hear munching above your own munching that you're trying not to make audible.
And then they do the same with the grape-juice.
"Come, drink. This is my blood poured out for you. Do this in rememberance of me."
It seems simple, and ritualistic.
But when ever i go to eat the bread, withouht thinking about it i close my eyes really tight before i put it in my mouth- and my hands are clenched when i chew it, and there is almost the hint of having to make an effort to swollow it down.
Same with the wine; i swollow it like i do a pill- throw your head back and open your gullet and its over (even though that sounds disgusting and something your shouldn't be doing in church for some reason XD)
I dont believe neccessarily in Resubstantiation; thats when you believe that when you eat the bread- it ACTUALLY turns into the flesh of Christ; when you drink the wine, it becomes his blood. If that was so though, you could understand my subconcious reactions.
But as it is-
its just wonderwhite and Ribina.
When the little square of bread is in your hand- the sheer immensity of this whole Jesus-biz approaches you as if it was the first time you heard about it.
Its hard to put into the words that aren't Cliche.
Here ya go; God's flesh; God's blood.
You know, when someone give you something that was so precious to them, or even something of themselves- you would want to be worthy of it. To treat it right. to treat it as if it means just as much to you as it did the person who gave it.
Maybe its the sheer neccessity that God's body is the only thing in the world that can save us. and that there was nothing that we could or can ever do to be worthy enough to even handle something so...
big...
i think i often belittle the immensity of Christ's death to peple and myself.
"yea- Jesus died for us".
but- isnt it just a little bit insane?
That God, knowing that Humans were compleltely incapable of saving themselves- even not wanting to be saved- even being monsterous and resembling Satan almost completely
Took it upon himself to give us a way out.
And we almost always turn God into a robotic sacrifice machine- that he made Jesus suffer without emotion.
Yet it was the Lord's will to crush him and cause him to suffer. Isaiah 53:10
how traumatic was it for even abraham to hold the knife above his only son?
Beh and i dunno- its sounding Cliche to me
but its so hard to use words that have been used so many times.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Zed OOOOOOOHHh em Jee
I want to be like HIIIIMMMM but i dont want to ahve to practice. I hope that when im old and have a big nose then ill still be fiddling- that would be pretty cool. Woe to the adolesent Fiddle-squalker!! Theres something about the way that the whole instruments seems to be an extention of his booddyy its like- wow.
now- this guy is just insane ;D you can see it in his face...and in his hair XD
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Tabbus, tabbus, oh wonderful Tabbus
Oh wonderful me.
Really- i dont have much to blog about. I just have 3 minutes till 7 o clock because i just got back from Tafe, and i thought, it would be nice to start something when its a proper time, and not the end of an hour.
so i want to trype a little blog- just becuase me surfing all the internet webpages thati ususally surf- nothing new is on them, so i will make my new entry today.
Just to tell myselg and who ever should read it what has been going on in ma little wee brain.
Anyways- Davia; my chatbox is broken. Please fix it oh grand computer master!
yea. I tried updating this silly blog thing and it only made my chatbox dissappear and make ugly arrows at the side. This will not do at all.
Well- exams are coming up, and really i dont dread them that much- only tjhe fact that i am not ready to do them yet. Especially society. Society is funnish- except its the only calss i never pay attention in, and it really hurnts my brain sometimes. maybe its just becuase i sit to the side so uiahev to turn my head to listen to Mr Baxter. Plus i am not very socially litereate so i do not take so much pleasure in discussing up-to-date news of late. I think i better study that soon.
Yea and my japanese sucks. We had to write a dialoguye and compared to claudias its was powerfully peppered with lots of grammar mistakes- but im starting some tutuoring from some lady in Wolstoncraft tomorrow which shall be intensely scary. But hopefully beneficial. So i will come out frightened- frazzled, but magnificent at Japanese...hopefully.
I cant drop it next year and i have decided that i dont want to after all the hard work i have put myself through just to get it. Poo poo.
Plus it was bethos Partay on saturday and that was very nice. Nice place, and sooooo much nice food. Though we seem to be doing pretty well withthe left overs on this side. Plus the giant slide at that place was far-out awesome. Woooh.
annnnnnnnd i got in as Prefect!! WoWooooo; its like- 20 out of the 76 who nominated became prefect. Thats very humbling. When i got the letter i was like- ok...now what have i done= but NO it was a congradualatory one. I didnt really expect anything, which was good- but smetimes i take for granted the fact that for a long time now i could really d o0anything i wanted if i tried- if i pursued some oppertunity, if i take the last few yers of my life i could say that i had a good chance at getting it- only becuase in places ive been recgonised for something, or God has just let it happen. Its only been very recent and very rare that ive felt that something is really too hard that i cant do it very well- that there is something that i cant reach just by chance.
Hard work? Pft.
This is japanese im talking about- i guess im used to fudging something in an exam or writing task and getting pretty good for it (besides english practice essays- but they always turn out goo din the acutal thing)- but Japanese its like; fail everytime; and it is pretty discouraging most of the time too.
But i think its good. Like mum said this morning- being bad at something makes me more humble about myself, and more reliant on God. My little thorn.
So i dont really mind so much- not that im fixing it so that i can be big headed again- but that during the trials of struggling to learn a language i can practice my strength in God and not get so airborne by myself.
Its a possitive outlook- and im looking forward to the trial and chase.
Really- i dont have much to blog about. I just have 3 minutes till 7 o clock because i just got back from Tafe, and i thought, it would be nice to start something when its a proper time, and not the end of an hour.
so i want to trype a little blog- just becuase me surfing all the internet webpages thati ususally surf- nothing new is on them, so i will make my new entry today.
Just to tell myselg and who ever should read it what has been going on in ma little wee brain.
Anyways- Davia; my chatbox is broken. Please fix it oh grand computer master!
yea. I tried updating this silly blog thing and it only made my chatbox dissappear and make ugly arrows at the side. This will not do at all.
Well- exams are coming up, and really i dont dread them that much- only tjhe fact that i am not ready to do them yet. Especially society. Society is funnish- except its the only calss i never pay attention in, and it really hurnts my brain sometimes. maybe its just becuase i sit to the side so uiahev to turn my head to listen to Mr Baxter. Plus i am not very socially litereate so i do not take so much pleasure in discussing up-to-date news of late. I think i better study that soon.
Yea and my japanese sucks. We had to write a dialoguye and compared to claudias its was powerfully peppered with lots of grammar mistakes- but im starting some tutuoring from some lady in Wolstoncraft tomorrow which shall be intensely scary. But hopefully beneficial. So i will come out frightened- frazzled, but magnificent at Japanese...hopefully.
I cant drop it next year and i have decided that i dont want to after all the hard work i have put myself through just to get it. Poo poo.
Plus it was bethos Partay on saturday and that was very nice. Nice place, and sooooo much nice food. Though we seem to be doing pretty well withthe left overs on this side. Plus the giant slide at that place was far-out awesome. Woooh.
annnnnnnnd i got in as Prefect!! WoWooooo; its like- 20 out of the 76 who nominated became prefect. Thats very humbling. When i got the letter i was like- ok...now what have i done= but NO it was a congradualatory one. I didnt really expect anything, which was good- but smetimes i take for granted the fact that for a long time now i could really d o0anything i wanted if i tried- if i pursued some oppertunity, if i take the last few yers of my life i could say that i had a good chance at getting it- only becuase in places ive been recgonised for something, or God has just let it happen. Its only been very recent and very rare that ive felt that something is really too hard that i cant do it very well- that there is something that i cant reach just by chance.
Hard work? Pft.
This is japanese im talking about- i guess im used to fudging something in an exam or writing task and getting pretty good for it (besides english practice essays- but they always turn out goo din the acutal thing)- but Japanese its like; fail everytime; and it is pretty discouraging most of the time too.
But i think its good. Like mum said this morning- being bad at something makes me more humble about myself, and more reliant on God. My little thorn.
So i dont really mind so much- not that im fixing it so that i can be big headed again- but that during the trials of struggling to learn a language i can practice my strength in God and not get so airborne by myself.
Its a possitive outlook- and im looking forward to the trial and chase.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
The number of the day is....ME!
Which Sesame Street Character Are You? | |
 | You are part Elmo. You are lovable and ticklish, and always inquisitive. Sometimes, though, your excitement about the world can make you seem childish, naive, and occasionally irritating to others. |
 | You are part Count von Count. You are down-to-earth (mentally, not physically), mature, and precocious. You have many talents, and many friends that appreciate your quiet level-headedness. |
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Which Disney Villain Are You? | |
 | You are Scar. Pride and respect matter to you most. Like you said yourself, "Simba, it's to die for." You are the most vicious of all villains. You even killed your brother. Worst still, you did it on the big screen in front of millions of little, unexpecting children. You, single handedly, can make a whole generation admit they cried: once. |
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Tuesday, August 21, 2007
rice orchestra 07
The bows came from Jen when she gave us really nice little packets of lollies each with a personalised messasge...and all we got her was this tiny little 'thankyou card' that someone else-not in the orchestra bought becuase all the flower shops were closed and were were all like GOsh we're cheap XD
Our rabble at CCC milsons point- 3 hour rehearsal on a teusday night 8| totally energy draining
We are so cute. I am so obsessed 8D
There is something amazing about sending your soundwaves to Praise God with a whole bunch of other christians.
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