February 2, 2005 @ 10:20 pm by sean
This is part of Psalm 91:
Even the Most High, your dwelling place.
10No evil will befall you,
Nor will any plague come near your tent.
11For He will give His angels charge concerning you,
To guard you in all your ways.
12They will bear you up in their hands,
That you do not strike your foot against a stone.
13You will tread upon the lion and cobra,
The young lion and the serpent you will trample down.
14“Because he has loved Me, therefore I will deliver him;
I will set him securely on high, because he has known My name.
15“He will call upon Me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble;
I will rescue him and honor him.
16“With a long life I will satisfy him
And let him see My salvation.”
How does this relate to the ‘health and wealth gospel’? How much of this is figurative and how much literal?
There doesn’t seem to be any shortage of people in the world who can state many different things that are wrong with it, infact many more are aware than I thought, why do the same problems still exist?
There is a part of a conversation in a play by Shakespeare that I don’t remember where it’s from because I forgot to write that part down when I read it, but it goes like this:
‘First murderer: Fear not my lord, we will not stand to prat;
talkers are no good doers; be assured
we come to use our hands and not our tounges’
The Cahuilla Native Americans had rituals for the dead, but then the dead were to be forgotten and not spoken of again. That’s interesting.
The Aztecs believed the same creation story as christians and thought that Cortes was the one from ‘where the sun rises’ who was prophosied about. Could they have believed in the same God who had prophets that spoke by the same god? I know they sacrificed humans, but we had Crusades. Well, I know we all technically have the same creator, who is God, but could they have been worshipping the same diety?
Maybe sometime I’ll start writting in complete, flowing thoughts and sentences and paragraphs again. I’ve been feeling less of a desire to be connected with technological things lately, and this online journaling thing is one. Maybe I’m just scared I’m again just like everyone else, so I feel a need to separate myself some how. I can see why that would happen, and it seems entirely possible. Hm, I can see a different reason why I don’t like to write in this thing, and maybe as that goes away so will my lack of interest in this. We’ll see. Actually, I can see how both of these things are true and both relate to the same thing, and that’s probably what it is.
I’m thinking about replacing my computer with a typewriter. I think the main reason I haven’t is that my aunt is sending me something to fix my computer, and then it will work, and I think that it would be the responsible way of using something God has blessed me with. Doing something else with my computer seems wasteful.
Professor Loven mentioned another program I’m kind of interested in taking for a semester that is in Holland. It would be amazing to spend two straight semesters in Europe.
Hopefully I can take a walk tonight. I had someone offer to go with me, but the night I wrote that and took a walk, I thought about the conversations I have. The way I talk to God is the way I wish I could communicate with everyone. Besides me not listening, it fits my perfect ideal of conversing. With God, I’m always understood, I’m always meaningful, I’m always free of concern or apprehension about what the receiver might think of me, always connected, always heard with Love, always fluent, always free of interference, always free of misunderstandings, always free of unnecessary distraction, always free genuine, and I’m always honest because God knows all anyway. It’s somewhat impossible to talk to a person like that, because this is a fallen world and only God is able. Maybe occasionally I wouldn’t mind someone goining me, but maybe this is something I’ll usually do alone. Well, it is something I usually do alone, and perhaps that will continue. It isn’t that I don’t want people around me, more that I continually get frustrated by misunderstandings and the intended information not being the same as the received information. Jesus took time to be alone. School is great because I always get to be around people I love. Sometimes I like to be alone.
Maybe if I get some sleep tonight I won’t feel so malaise.
I keep finding my vocabulary to be ashamedly small. So I really just used malaise to sound like it wasn’t.