It'll be Christmas! Now, I know, I know. There are those people who say: "Gah, way to get all hyped up on the Christmas season. At least I don't forget Thanksgiving, like some people."
I'm not trying to dis it, or anything. I guess i'm just not that patriotic? I mean, it sort of is an American holiday, anyway. And what reason to love Thanksgiving, other than getting to see family, would I have? We eat gluttonous food that tastes good for only about forty-five minutes to an hour and a half, but later I feel overly full, and the after-after effects are me feeling like I'm fatter than I used to be and me not liking that I feel like I'm fatter than I used to be. (But honestly I shouldn't be worrying about my weight anyway. Our beauty is on the inside . . .)
Okay, so maybe that last paragraph kind of did dis Thanksgiving a little. I guess I just love Christmas more. But why? It's not about presents. For the first time since I was a kid that sort of thing isn't really on the forefront of my mind. I don't know what I want, and I really don't care what I get. So what would make Christmas better than Thanksgiving if the only difference is the presents?
Maybe Christmas is a whole bigger shebang than Thanksgiving, well, for me anyway. I mean, maybe that's commercialism talking, but I just love the whole house being decorated while Christmas music drifts through the air. Some kind of smell of cinnamon, pine, or nutmeg has to be lurking somewhere, ready to pervade my nostrils, and a heavy poor of snow flakes float to the ground outside. Christmas has a feeling that comes along with it that I guess Thanksgiving just doesn't. I think the whole "Historical Feast of Our Ancestors with the Native Americans" thing is pretty cool, but then once everybody moved in to good 'ole 'Merca and we won our independence, nobody really remembered that camaraderie we had when we treated Native American tribes like old, unwanted trees that could be cut down and planted somewhere else. But that's another topic to discuss.
The idea of Thanksgiving now is just a fancy way of pigging out. Instead of drowning yourself in your own fat by purchasing McDonalds, you can do it homemade gourmet style. Or for those like me who like to eat healthy, you eat all the bad stuff because you're "supposed to" and then you feel really bad about it later because you know that obesity is a very likely one way road trip to old age problems like dementia.
But why am I slamming gluttony? There's plenty of gluttony during the Christmas festivities, too. I guess I got carried away. But when it comes down to it, nobody counts down to Thanksgiving. Not really.
#ChristmasCoutdown #OneMonth #What'sWithTheHashtags?
Monday, November 25, 2013
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Just to Let You Know . . .
I didn't really swear off the world because of Veronica Roth. I can't even remember what I was so upset over anymore. (Hah, add that to the list. Allegiant is not memorable.)
I just honestly haven't had anything to talk about, you know? School is a drag. Like, why would I want to talk about that? I guess I just wanted to let whoever's reading to know that I'm not dead. (: I'm still not reading, but not out of protest. Just because I'm focusing on Red Silk. That's another reason I haven't been posting. I'm actually working on Red Silk, which is a good thing. When I post a lot it means I'm getting absolutely nothing done.
I hope this work thing holds steady. I want this book to be a long book, so hopefully I finish it by summer, because I'm getting a whole lot more ideas that I'm totally not ready for yet. Don't you love that? God gives you things on his time, not your time. But aren't we just so glad that he gives them to us? (:
I just honestly haven't had anything to talk about, you know? School is a drag. Like, why would I want to talk about that? I guess I just wanted to let whoever's reading to know that I'm not dead. (: I'm still not reading, but not out of protest. Just because I'm focusing on Red Silk. That's another reason I haven't been posting. I'm actually working on Red Silk, which is a good thing. When I post a lot it means I'm getting absolutely nothing done.
I hope this work thing holds steady. I want this book to be a long book, so hopefully I finish it by summer, because I'm getting a whole lot more ideas that I'm totally not ready for yet. Don't you love that? God gives you things on his time, not your time. But aren't we just so glad that he gives them to us? (:
Friday, November 1, 2013
I'm Done with Dinky Trilogies and Stupid Young Adult Fiction.
You know those books Divergent, Insurgent, and Allegiant by Veronica Roth? Yeah? Okay, well if you're a big fan of that series and you haven't read Allegiant (the final book) yet, then this is a major spoiler and I suggest you make a major decision in your head before you read any further. Alright. Let's begin.
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When I first picked up Allegiant, I was so excited. I will eagerly tell you the Divergent and Insurgent are two of the best books of a trilogy that I've read since Hunger Games. The first one was so, so good. I can't even describe to you unless you already know. It was thrilling and jam packed with so much interesting stuff and character detail and depth but it wasn't like the stupid things you read every day with the same 'ol same 'ol Teenage/ Young Adult fiction plot. It had real feeling and meaning, therefore making it all the more real. The second book was true to the second and plowed on just as strong as ever. My confidence in Veronica Roth was sky high. I just knew she was a one in a million author. I knew she was amazing and could do no wrong.
Then I picked up Allegiant. I'm not going to lie, I was rather confused. It had been almost year maybe since I'd read Insurgent and I didn't own it nor had I thought to read it in advance so as to remember everything. I guess I just assumed it would all click into place once I started up again. Well . . . I couldn't remember who anyone was. All I could remember was Tris and Tobia's relationship. (although, I'll tell you, I liked it better when Tris referred to him as Four. I felt like Tobias wasn't the type of guy who was swimming in his past, therefore he wasn't Tobias anymore. You don't see Tobias calling Tris "Beatrice". And when you hear that name for her it feels wrong, doesn't it? Exactly.) I had trouble remembering what had happened in the second book a lot, and well, Allegiant didn't pick up the pace or help me to remember.
It didn't have the same vibe. You know what I mean by vibe? Writers have different kinds of vibes. I guess you can call them writing styles, but they can be even more specific than that. Different series and books and stories all have different vibes depending on point of view, writer's personality, and character's personality. Book one and two both had the same vibe, and man, that vibe was jammin'. Book three was not so jammin'. The point of view switched from Tobias to Tris and I was like . . . Uh, no. You never did this before, you can't do this now. Like many others have said, Veronica Roth was unable to create a personal persona for Tobias that was unlike Tris. Her own personal mind was too ingrained in her writing and so Tris and Tobias melded into one. Sometimes I'd get confused if I had skipped over the beginning name of the chapter, like: Wait, which one is it now? Now, it's never bad to integrate your own personality into your character, it's just that you can never write any other book in first point of view ever again. Because you know why? It'll be the same. exact. thing. Sometimes that's okay, but it's NEVER okay if you're writing from multiple points of view in one book.
All the bad things that were happening didn't seem believable. That Edith Prior video at the end of Insurgent? Pretty stinking powerful cliff hanger, right? Okay, so in Allegiant Jeanine is dead, right? It doesn't feel like it means anything. Everything she did is referred to casually like it wasn't really some catastrophic thing that happened like, um, a week ago. Well Tobias's mother, Evelyn, is this crazy evil dictator who lies to everyone and can't be trusted. Yadda Yadda. Basically she just reminds me of Jeanine. I think she may be her reincarnation. Well, guess what? There's another rebel group called the Allegiant and they want the factions back. Well you know what the main characters do? They leave the city just like the video said they should. Sounds like this book is moving is a good direction, yes? No.
In like, no time, like, two seconds, they find a compound with other people in it. Oh, yay. That was fun kids. Let's all pack up and go home now. Just kidding, they don't do that. Although, they may as well have. What they really do is get told that Divergence is not really a thing. You see, eh hem, like, a hundred years ago some idiot thought it'd be smart to try and fix the genes that make us bad people so that we would be good people. Well that backfired so now we're all evil. Woop-dee-doo. The government put us in enclosed cities so that we would have babies and get cleaner genes, or something and the compound would regulate the experiments. Like, whatever. Okay. So, then Divergence really means you are genetically pure because, I don't know, somehow through generations of breeding you've filtered out all the bad? Yay for you! You have a spleen! HOW DUMB IS THAT? Divergent is the freaking name of the first book. THE FREAKING NAME AND IT DOESN'T EVEN MEAN WHAT WE THOUGHT IT DID? But wait, it get's better.
Everyone just goes along with this dumb genetic thing, right? All these Dauntless trust these people they don't even know. And you know what? Tris has pure genes and Tobias has damaged ones. Oh, oh joy, oh great. So then he trusts this other chick who has absolutely NO character development, Nita. She tells him that the genetically pure and genetically damaged thing is not true and that we're all just people making choice on our own. WELL CRAP NOW DIVERGENCE DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING. MY LIFE DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING. Anyway, it turns out she's a psychopath and lied to him and she blows up the compound. Oh, but he didn't know she was going to do something that bad. But he his friend Uriah gets killed and there's a riff between him and Tris because he was a part of the movement. She's sooooo mad at him, the little brat. Then they make up and make out. Then the compound thinks they need to wipe the minds of everyone in Chicago because it's going so bad. WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST DO THAT AT THE BEGINNING OF THE BOOK. THEN YOU WOULDN'T HAVE WASTED MY TIME. Well Tris and Tobias can't have that. "I know," says Tris, "let's just wipe everyone's minds in the compound so they won't do it to everyone in the city!" You selfish hypocrite! Where are your Abnegation values anyway? Well, then they tell her brother that he should set off the mind erasing mist because he's such a traitor and everything, and whoever does it will be exposed to this death serum that no one, not even Divergent are immune to. (I really think Tris is the worse person because she wasn't being very Christian-like despite her references to her parents believing in God and wanting to stay true to what her parents taught her) Well, in a very heroic like fashion, she takes the place of her brother and then she survives the death mist. And then she gets shot. And she dies. And no, she doesn't come back to life.
And then everyone in the compound can't remember anything and everyone in Chicago can and Tobias is depressed and angry and I am depressed and angry but now I think I hate everyone.
Allegiant made that whole book series worth nothing. NOTHING! I hate that book so much. What was the point of me reading it? Of me falling in love with it? What was the point of Tris and Tobias? What did Tris die for? Nothing! I feel like her death could have been meaningful. I would have let Veronica Roth get away with it if there had been just cause to kill her off. It was so stupid! It was fluff. It was ALL FLUFF. VERONICA ROTH HAS WRONGED ME! Stupid trilogies and stupid young adult fiction has wronged me. I don't think I'm going to read again for a very long time. Why is there no more quality in the world of literature, if it can even be called that?
I'm done with life. I'm going to live underground from now on. I hate all of you and everyone.
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When I first picked up Allegiant, I was so excited. I will eagerly tell you the Divergent and Insurgent are two of the best books of a trilogy that I've read since Hunger Games. The first one was so, so good. I can't even describe to you unless you already know. It was thrilling and jam packed with so much interesting stuff and character detail and depth but it wasn't like the stupid things you read every day with the same 'ol same 'ol Teenage/ Young Adult fiction plot. It had real feeling and meaning, therefore making it all the more real. The second book was true to the second and plowed on just as strong as ever. My confidence in Veronica Roth was sky high. I just knew she was a one in a million author. I knew she was amazing and could do no wrong.
Then I picked up Allegiant. I'm not going to lie, I was rather confused. It had been almost year maybe since I'd read Insurgent and I didn't own it nor had I thought to read it in advance so as to remember everything. I guess I just assumed it would all click into place once I started up again. Well . . . I couldn't remember who anyone was. All I could remember was Tris and Tobia's relationship. (although, I'll tell you, I liked it better when Tris referred to him as Four. I felt like Tobias wasn't the type of guy who was swimming in his past, therefore he wasn't Tobias anymore. You don't see Tobias calling Tris "Beatrice". And when you hear that name for her it feels wrong, doesn't it? Exactly.) I had trouble remembering what had happened in the second book a lot, and well, Allegiant didn't pick up the pace or help me to remember.
It didn't have the same vibe. You know what I mean by vibe? Writers have different kinds of vibes. I guess you can call them writing styles, but they can be even more specific than that. Different series and books and stories all have different vibes depending on point of view, writer's personality, and character's personality. Book one and two both had the same vibe, and man, that vibe was jammin'. Book three was not so jammin'. The point of view switched from Tobias to Tris and I was like . . . Uh, no. You never did this before, you can't do this now. Like many others have said, Veronica Roth was unable to create a personal persona for Tobias that was unlike Tris. Her own personal mind was too ingrained in her writing and so Tris and Tobias melded into one. Sometimes I'd get confused if I had skipped over the beginning name of the chapter, like: Wait, which one is it now? Now, it's never bad to integrate your own personality into your character, it's just that you can never write any other book in first point of view ever again. Because you know why? It'll be the same. exact. thing. Sometimes that's okay, but it's NEVER okay if you're writing from multiple points of view in one book.
All the bad things that were happening didn't seem believable. That Edith Prior video at the end of Insurgent? Pretty stinking powerful cliff hanger, right? Okay, so in Allegiant Jeanine is dead, right? It doesn't feel like it means anything. Everything she did is referred to casually like it wasn't really some catastrophic thing that happened like, um, a week ago. Well Tobias's mother, Evelyn, is this crazy evil dictator who lies to everyone and can't be trusted. Yadda Yadda. Basically she just reminds me of Jeanine. I think she may be her reincarnation. Well, guess what? There's another rebel group called the Allegiant and they want the factions back. Well you know what the main characters do? They leave the city just like the video said they should. Sounds like this book is moving is a good direction, yes? No.
In like, no time, like, two seconds, they find a compound with other people in it. Oh, yay. That was fun kids. Let's all pack up and go home now. Just kidding, they don't do that. Although, they may as well have. What they really do is get told that Divergence is not really a thing. You see, eh hem, like, a hundred years ago some idiot thought it'd be smart to try and fix the genes that make us bad people so that we would be good people. Well that backfired so now we're all evil. Woop-dee-doo. The government put us in enclosed cities so that we would have babies and get cleaner genes, or something and the compound would regulate the experiments. Like, whatever. Okay. So, then Divergence really means you are genetically pure because, I don't know, somehow through generations of breeding you've filtered out all the bad? Yay for you! You have a spleen! HOW DUMB IS THAT? Divergent is the freaking name of the first book. THE FREAKING NAME AND IT DOESN'T EVEN MEAN WHAT WE THOUGHT IT DID? But wait, it get's better.
Everyone just goes along with this dumb genetic thing, right? All these Dauntless trust these people they don't even know. And you know what? Tris has pure genes and Tobias has damaged ones. Oh, oh joy, oh great. So then he trusts this other chick who has absolutely NO character development, Nita. She tells him that the genetically pure and genetically damaged thing is not true and that we're all just people making choice on our own. WELL CRAP NOW DIVERGENCE DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING. MY LIFE DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING. Anyway, it turns out she's a psychopath and lied to him and she blows up the compound. Oh, but he didn't know she was going to do something that bad. But he his friend Uriah gets killed and there's a riff between him and Tris because he was a part of the movement. She's sooooo mad at him, the little brat. Then they make up and make out. Then the compound thinks they need to wipe the minds of everyone in Chicago because it's going so bad. WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST DO THAT AT THE BEGINNING OF THE BOOK. THEN YOU WOULDN'T HAVE WASTED MY TIME. Well Tris and Tobias can't have that. "I know," says Tris, "let's just wipe everyone's minds in the compound so they won't do it to everyone in the city!" You selfish hypocrite! Where are your Abnegation values anyway? Well, then they tell her brother that he should set off the mind erasing mist because he's such a traitor and everything, and whoever does it will be exposed to this death serum that no one, not even Divergent are immune to. (I really think Tris is the worse person because she wasn't being very Christian-like despite her references to her parents believing in God and wanting to stay true to what her parents taught her) Well, in a very heroic like fashion, she takes the place of her brother and then she survives the death mist. And then she gets shot. And she dies. And no, she doesn't come back to life.
And then everyone in the compound can't remember anything and everyone in Chicago can and Tobias is depressed and angry and I am depressed and angry but now I think I hate everyone.
Allegiant made that whole book series worth nothing. NOTHING! I hate that book so much. What was the point of me reading it? Of me falling in love with it? What was the point of Tris and Tobias? What did Tris die for? Nothing! I feel like her death could have been meaningful. I would have let Veronica Roth get away with it if there had been just cause to kill her off. It was so stupid! It was fluff. It was ALL FLUFF. VERONICA ROTH HAS WRONGED ME! Stupid trilogies and stupid young adult fiction has wronged me. I don't think I'm going to read again for a very long time. Why is there no more quality in the world of literature, if it can even be called that?
I'm done with life. I'm going to live underground from now on. I hate all of you and everyone.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Batman is a Newsie?
Happy Halloween everyone! Unfortunately I didn't dress up. No, I'll just be a homebody that holds the bowl (and eats a few pieces from it herself, occasionally). <---- Just kidding. I eat like one bite and my stomach is like: "Whhyyyy did you eeeeeaat that candyyyyy? Why would you dooooo this to meeee?" And it starts punishing me. Sugar, sadly, does not make me happy. And then people are like: "Are you crazy?" So then I'm like: "Meehehmeh, I doh-no . . ."
Well, now to my point. (Do my blog posts ever have a point?) Recently we've been watching the movie version of the Disney musical Newsies. I use the term "we" loosely as the whole of my choir class think's it's stupid and talks through the whole thing. But that's another story that I won't go into. They don't bother me. I will love Broadway Musicals with all my heart whether the next guy gives them a second glance or not. If they call it stupid, well, that's their ignorance and judging nature, not mine. They called "Annie Get Your Gun" stupid too. If only they knew how well known that movie is. As old as it is and the fact that it's still fairly popular (despite what they seem to think) is very impressive, if you ask me.
ANYWAY! The 1992 movie Newsies (which is what the onstage musical Newsies The Musical is based off of) is what we're watching, anyway. Well, the guy who plays Jack Kelley (one of the lead guys) looked reeeally familiar to me:
Well, now to my point. (Do my blog posts ever have a point?) Recently we've been watching the movie version of the Disney musical Newsies. I use the term "we" loosely as the whole of my choir class think's it's stupid and talks through the whole thing. But that's another story that I won't go into. They don't bother me. I will love Broadway Musicals with all my heart whether the next guy gives them a second glance or not. If they call it stupid, well, that's their ignorance and judging nature, not mine. They called "Annie Get Your Gun" stupid too. If only they knew how well known that movie is. As old as it is and the fact that it's still fairly popular (despite what they seem to think) is very impressive, if you ask me.
ANYWAY! The 1992 movie Newsies (which is what the onstage musical Newsies The Musical is based off of) is what we're watching, anyway. Well, the guy who plays Jack Kelley (one of the lead guys) looked reeeally familiar to me:
Who does that look like to you? Ringing any bells? The first thing I thought was . . . his lips! I've seen those lips before! (Have you guessed who it is yet?):
Look at those beautiful lips . . . don't they remind you of someone else's lips we know?
That's right. That boy is Christain Bale, of otherwise known as Batman. Yep. Batman is in a musical. I was like . . . uh, my adoration of you just went up ten billion points. Oh, did I mention he can sing and dance?
Sadly I was unable to find a good quality version of this nor was I able to find anything else of Chrstian Bale singing. I don't think he plans on doing another musical ever, either, which is a shame. But I still love him for having done Newsies.
I know, I haven't posted anything for my book for what, like a month? And I haven't blog posted for . . . oh I don't even know how long. I've been busy with school activities and such and . . . I'm writing a play! What? So I just have to get it all on paper before I can continue with the book. It's nothing big, just a cheesy little thing which is why I allowed myself a break from Red Silk to write it. Hopefully it'll be done soon and I'll get back to work. In the meantime, I had to post this. It's been on my mind since we started watching Newsies and I was just bursting!
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Saturday, October 19, 2013
#viciouscycle
I haven't been able to write for . . . two weeks I think? Geez, I don't even know how long it's been. The only thing I know is that my mind says to me: "It's time to get crackin'!" To that I say, well, yeah, I'd really like to but when I stare at the open document for Red Silk you just come up blank, mind. What are you trying to do to me, huh?
I realize two weeks isn't really that long to be worried about a block, but my brain is just so persistent. It's subconsciously worrying me to get things done. On top of that doubts are creeping in. Now that I've slowed down to look at what I've created, I'm biting my lip and saying: "Eh . . . I don't know If I like this." And so then ensues the chain reaction that no one will ever want to read it, very few will like it, I'll never be a good author despite my best efforts . . .
But if I know what's good and I know what's bad, then surely I am good at this writing thing? Maybe I just wasn't meant to write big books. But then I tell myself I'm fairly young. I've got tons of time to keep writing and keep failing and keep improving. But then I tell myself I can't be so optimistic. That would jinx everything, obviously. HASH TAG VICIOUS CYCLE.
Well, here's the problem. Correction: problems. I have a bad habit of trying to wait, no . . . wait, wait, wait . . . WAIT, just WAIT a little longer! Wait, not yet! Not yet! You can't write that part yet! Stop! It's too soon! Get my point?
"Well (this is an example) Elexiandria only just left for the Primsomonkoly forrest three chapters ago. She can't run into the rogue, handsome, ten-day stubble kissed square jawed, dark and shadowy huntsman who she may or may not fall in love with yet. But gee, I can't just put in three more chapters of meaningless filler. How do I come up with something that'll pertain to the story later?"
So when I get stuck like this, I've usually been away from my story for a while and have gotten out of tune with the vibe and all that. What do I do then? I reread my story from the beginning. And guess what? It's utter crap in my eyes. It's all crap, crap, crap. How did I get excited about this story with this crap beginning chapter? THIS is what inspired everything else I wrote? How in the world? That must mean the rest of it's crap too!
Because I have another bad habit of starting off with a fixed way that the characters are going to speak, but then completely forget I had formed that notion in the first place. WHY DO I DO THESE THINGS TO MYSELF? WHY?
Well, I was hoping a blog post would get that writers block out of my system. Was I right? We'll see. In the meantime, if you can identify with this feeling, this vicious cycle of craziness I suffer from, feel free to comment. Have a wonderful day!
#hashtag
I realize two weeks isn't really that long to be worried about a block, but my brain is just so persistent. It's subconsciously worrying me to get things done. On top of that doubts are creeping in. Now that I've slowed down to look at what I've created, I'm biting my lip and saying: "Eh . . . I don't know If I like this." And so then ensues the chain reaction that no one will ever want to read it, very few will like it, I'll never be a good author despite my best efforts . . .
But if I know what's good and I know what's bad, then surely I am good at this writing thing? Maybe I just wasn't meant to write big books. But then I tell myself I'm fairly young. I've got tons of time to keep writing and keep failing and keep improving. But then I tell myself I can't be so optimistic. That would jinx everything, obviously. HASH TAG VICIOUS CYCLE.
Well, here's the problem. Correction: problems. I have a bad habit of trying to wait, no . . . wait, wait, wait . . . WAIT, just WAIT a little longer! Wait, not yet! Not yet! You can't write that part yet! Stop! It's too soon! Get my point?
"Well (this is an example) Elexiandria only just left for the Primsomonkoly forrest three chapters ago. She can't run into the rogue, handsome, ten-day stubble kissed square jawed, dark and shadowy huntsman who she may or may not fall in love with yet. But gee, I can't just put in three more chapters of meaningless filler. How do I come up with something that'll pertain to the story later?"
So when I get stuck like this, I've usually been away from my story for a while and have gotten out of tune with the vibe and all that. What do I do then? I reread my story from the beginning. And guess what? It's utter crap in my eyes. It's all crap, crap, crap. How did I get excited about this story with this crap beginning chapter? THIS is what inspired everything else I wrote? How in the world? That must mean the rest of it's crap too!
Because I have another bad habit of starting off with a fixed way that the characters are going to speak, but then completely forget I had formed that notion in the first place. WHY DO I DO THESE THINGS TO MYSELF? WHY?
Well, I was hoping a blog post would get that writers block out of my system. Was I right? We'll see. In the meantime, if you can identify with this feeling, this vicious cycle of craziness I suffer from, feel free to comment. Have a wonderful day!
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Saturday, October 12, 2013
Pointless and Unorganized
I sit on a seat
and dig through my mind
and find
that
I don't want to do anything
but sit
on
a seat.
Fingers run
through my hair
they're
mine,
they do this
all the time.
I haven't much to say
I'd rather stay
in white nothingness
If you please.
I just don't want to
think.
It's just so hard
to write
this.
And maybe I'll quit
and maybe
I'll paint
my nails.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
What Does it Mean to Declare Your Christianity?
Yes, my inspiration came from church this morning. This is obvious as Sunday is probably the day when I'm thinking about God the most. (I really ought to be thinking about God all days of the week. I'm working on that.)
Anyway. Today in Sunday school we were talking about our Christian faith as we often do. This usually leads to talking about the people who don't have our Christian faith. Like atheists. What are we supposed to think about them? We can't love them, can we? They don't love God, so surely there are forsaken, right? No! Obviously with Christian teachings you can't think like this.
A lot of the time I feel like that's how Christians are viewed by atheists, and maybe even by a lot of other people too. Sometimes I feel I'd like to apologize. But for what? For being a Christian? Isn't that a good thing? That's what I've always been told when I was younger. If you are a Christian then you are a good person. That's always been the understanding of who we are and how we operate. You've been doing some bad things lately and you want to change your life? You want to be a Christian you say? Okay. BAM. Automatic good person. Right? Many people use it as a higher status. I won't deny I've felt superior as a Christian before. Oh come on, we've all done it. (That is, of course, if you are a Christian.)
Often times Christianity is used as a status. It's seen as something to glorify a person in a way that, well, when you really think about it, Christianity doesn't really do. What I've come to find out over the past few years is this:
When I declare that I am a Christian I am saying that I am an imperfect being. I can't be a good person all by myself. I'm declaring that I fail often and I lean on my church and my fellow believes to help my get back up again to succeed. Maybe by saying I'm a Christian I'm declaring that I'm less superior to others because I need help in life. I wouldn't go to church if I didn't need help and guidance. In school we never want to admit that we need a tutor in math. The superior kids are the ones who know what they're doing without any help, right? Think about it. So maybe a better way to look at Atheists are the kids who don't think they need any help in math but eventually they won't get that great of a grade. Hard work pays off, you know. Do you hate someone who is struggling in math because they refuse to do things the way that will help them the most? Sometimes, maybe. That doesn't mean we should, but it also doesn't mean we should parade our Christianity like a gilded crown, either.
In some instances, Christianity could be looked at as an affliction. If you have anxiety, wouldn't you take anxiety pills to help calm you down? So in this case, Church is my medication for a disease called being a human.
Anyway. Today in Sunday school we were talking about our Christian faith as we often do. This usually leads to talking about the people who don't have our Christian faith. Like atheists. What are we supposed to think about them? We can't love them, can we? They don't love God, so surely there are forsaken, right? No! Obviously with Christian teachings you can't think like this.
A lot of the time I feel like that's how Christians are viewed by atheists, and maybe even by a lot of other people too. Sometimes I feel I'd like to apologize. But for what? For being a Christian? Isn't that a good thing? That's what I've always been told when I was younger. If you are a Christian then you are a good person. That's always been the understanding of who we are and how we operate. You've been doing some bad things lately and you want to change your life? You want to be a Christian you say? Okay. BAM. Automatic good person. Right? Many people use it as a higher status. I won't deny I've felt superior as a Christian before. Oh come on, we've all done it. (That is, of course, if you are a Christian.)
Often times Christianity is used as a status. It's seen as something to glorify a person in a way that, well, when you really think about it, Christianity doesn't really do. What I've come to find out over the past few years is this:
When I declare that I am a Christian I am saying that I am an imperfect being. I can't be a good person all by myself. I'm declaring that I fail often and I lean on my church and my fellow believes to help my get back up again to succeed. Maybe by saying I'm a Christian I'm declaring that I'm less superior to others because I need help in life. I wouldn't go to church if I didn't need help and guidance. In school we never want to admit that we need a tutor in math. The superior kids are the ones who know what they're doing without any help, right? Think about it. So maybe a better way to look at Atheists are the kids who don't think they need any help in math but eventually they won't get that great of a grade. Hard work pays off, you know. Do you hate someone who is struggling in math because they refuse to do things the way that will help them the most? Sometimes, maybe. That doesn't mean we should, but it also doesn't mean we should parade our Christianity like a gilded crown, either.
In some instances, Christianity could be looked at as an affliction. If you have anxiety, wouldn't you take anxiety pills to help calm you down? So in this case, Church is my medication for a disease called being a human.
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