Sunday, November 8, 2009

What Are We to Do?

What are we to do? What are we supposed to feel ill for doing and not doing? Are we to not regret anything for it has been washed away by Christ's blood as we are forgiven by Him? Are we supposed to ever dwell on that which we could or should do? Are we supposed to dwell on the past, now, or future? Are we supposed to have a balance of all of the above?

I think, I believe, but I do not know. I think we are supposed to function and the now and look out for what we can do for others now, not worrying or fretting about anything of the past or the future, but trusting Jesus for the now. If we realize we aren't trusting Jesus, we aren't supposed to beat ourselves up for it. We are supposed to repent, then turn our eyes back to Jesus--pure and simple.

Focus on helping and improving others because Jesus wants us to helps us take our eyes off ourselves. With our eyes off ourselves, we do not worry about what we have done or what we will do. We dwell on what we are doing not, for others, not ourselves. If we dwell on ourselves, we dwell on our flesh. If we dwell on our flesh, we think of sin. If we think of sin, we do more sin. What you think more about you are more prone to do. Thus, think on helping others, serving others, assisting others, pleasing others, and these things--through God's grace, His power to do what is right--we will do.

I believe what I've said here, but if someone could confirm and encourage (or correct) my belief as truth through the written word of God, that would be awesome!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

familiar events

Hm, well . . . flour is annoying. I found today that my vehicle was thoroughly disheveled: TP and flour smothered the whole thing. I saw some gooey substance under my driver side handle . . . I didn't bother to touch it. I suppose some would call this a prank. I shouldn't be surprised. I have pranked people in the past. Only one thing bugs me: the flour. It was kinda dry and it took me finding a old plastic card and good bit o' scrapping to dislodge the splotchy substance from the vehicle. I have decided one thing for all future pranks I conduct: for the sake of others, I will not use flour. It is a pain. In months and years previous, I have attempted to keep my pranks merely inconvenient, causing, on part of the prankee, not so much work as nervous, annoyed smiles and giggles. That flour did cause me to get the car cleaner than otherwise, but still, it was slightly more annoying than soggy TP.