Fools and Sages

"The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts."

-Bertrand Russell

Two Masters

"No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else he will be loyal to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon."

-Matthew 6:24

If you seek money, you will find it eventually. If you seek God, he will find you certainly.

The Eternal Cry

Below is an excerpt from a journal assignment for one of my philosophy courses. There's nothing really academic about it but I thought it was sort of cool...

"...To me, it is undeniable that the human soul cries out for eternity. I can all but deny our insatiable thirst for that which is infinite. And oh, how it cries back. Oh, how it pours itself out to quench us. For Inside every human, there beats a heart. And each heartbeat is wrought with electricity; that eternal energy burning in each star and each planet as they spin so intricately throughout the universe. As we delve deeper and deeper into the intricacies of the galaxy, as we peer deeper into space and time, I find we are surrounded by a primordial energy. Everything is alive. Everything is moving. There is something we have yet to see.

Still there are some who wish there be no eternity. Some who vehemently refuse there be something much greater than themselves. And though they deny me, they affirm their own desire for eternity. For they do not exercise unbelief, but rather they feel the stinging injustice caused by those who transgress the infinite. It is not faith they lack, but instead lack patience for those who live so haphazardly. They feel the disdain for those who so carelessly gloss over the divine chaos of the universe. Though they have yet to express these words, they too treasure that ancient energy. They too desire something more."

War

He whispered in our ears to obscure the truth
and covered our eyes to blind us from the proof.

He stood up against us to strike fear into our heart,
reveled in our deceit and watched as we fell apart.

TIME!

The Sacrifice

Inside the sacrifice
I bind my life with hope;
And true loves gift
into the fire stoke.
Each day is bleak,
this time of separation.
Into finite mind
the end of desperation.
Columns rise to sky
held by steadfast hope;
Born into the burden
to wear the sinner's yoke.

I Dare You

Offer it frequently on your knees; but whether sitting, walking, or standing, be always inwardly longing, and earnestly praying this one prayer to God: "That of His great goodness He would make known to you, and take from your heart, every kind and form and degree of Pride, whether it be from evil spirits, or your own corrupt nature; and that He would awaken in you the deepest depth and truth of that Humility, which can make you capable of His light and Holy Spirit."

-Andrew Murray

The Critic

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.


-Theodore Roosevelt