Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Impossible Things

I dream of impossible things.
Like watching the sunrise from the edge of a cloud.
Then suddenly falling through and feeling the rush of the wind on my face
Only to be caught by the pull of wings back towards the heavens and soaring along the horizon.
I dream of flying out beyond the mountains and into tomorrow night’s sky.
Watching from the clouds as the world spins faster and faster while I remain unaged
I see the future chasing itself while I see impossible things come into being.
I dream of impossible futures where dogs can fly and Sasquatch serves ice cream at the store.
I dream of houses that are made of light and cars that travel through portals.
I dream of impossible families that survive through it all,
not a scratch on their lives for the hell that they paid.
Then I awake and you tell me dreams are possible if we only pursue them.
Yet still I will dream of impossible things.
I dream of you taking me by the hand to show me your smile.
Or of that dance that we never shared.
I dream of your laughter filling a house
Or of the gracefulness in your eyes.
I dream that you would share moments with me that no one else could.
Of seeing you shine in your brightest hour.
I dream of holding you close and finally being home.
I dream of impossible things, not because it would never be.
No,

It’s because I’ll never be brave enough to try.

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Keep Moving...

     Transitions are always an odd time. When the world around you begins to change and your mind is forced inward, looking for something to hold on to and yet every piece of the identity you've carved for yourself becomes transient. It feels like you become a ghost of yourself while desperately trying to grab your own hand in the mirror. No matter how hard you try that damn glass will stop you every single time.

      When life throws you to the next chapter it opens up parts of us that we like to ignore. The parts that are sore when exposed to the light, the parts that we had hoped we'd buried deep enough that they wouldn't be a problem anymore, and then the sands of circumstance shift and suddenly an entire city of memories and ideas about ourselves come rising up from the ground. It makes us vulnerable, lonely and emotional. And we lash out trying so hard to find some piece of what we thought we knew to hold on to.

     In the end we're all ships lost at sea with waters too deep and too rough for our anchors to do us any good. So instead we drift on hope, looking for the winds of change to carry us to better waters. But these winds aren't always gentle or easy, at times it can feel more like a storm of change. The waters rise up and try to force us to capsize, then drag us underneath in a deadly embrace. That's when we reach out, we try to find another ship on the terrifying ocean of life, someone to lash our ship to to that we can stay afloat together.

     When transitions come it can be hard to hold on to yourself, but we try anyways. Some of these changes can be a good thing, but when you keep bouncing around you can lose sight of yourself and become something entirely different. You become the storm, the ghost in the mirror. You become like the wind that forces up the sands, unable to settle anywhere because you have become so used to drifting that you have to keep moving. Without something to anchor ourselves to we become lost in a state of change and the storms never seem to cease.

     Take refuge in the Lord, He is a safe harbor where the storms don't seem so bad, and yet even in His refuge the world will evolve and change and it can be a strangely lonely place. It isn't a bad lonely, but taking refuge in Him is meant to be done with others around you, to help keep your heart focused on Him...

Sunday, June 28, 2015

If I Fell in Love With You...

"If I fell in love with you, would you promise to be true and help me understand. Cos I've been in love before, and I found that love was more than just holding hands..." - The Beatles, If I Fell

 I should be working on something else entirely right now, but instead I've let my mind wander too far into someone else's heart and now I've gone and given myself this uncontrollable urge to write...

I have been in a lot of places over the last few weeks. Some of them are physical places, others are emotional and many are spiritual. I have been trying desperately to keep my focus on the road ahead, and yet there stands in my path a distraction far greater than I could imagine. You see, I created this blog because I am someone obsessed with the idea of falling in love. I am absolutely in love with falling in love.

And that is a dangerous path to walk down. Because then you become "That Guy" who goes from girl to girl without any sincere attachment to them. But that's where I believe most people are wrong, because to fall in love with someone requires you to place a piece of yourself within their heart. In doing that you form an attachment that is hard to ignore once it has been broken. Because when you fall in love with falling in love, you cause yourself to be shattered into pieces that you can never recover.

And yet still I continue to fall in love all the time....

But it isn't always in the way you expect. I don't fall in love with a girl on the bus or at work. In all honesty I don't frequently fall in love with people, but I do fall in love with pieces of them. With one's laugh, or another's smile, or maybe just the way someone says my name when she's annoyed with me.

Actually, I fall in love with the way a lot of people say my name when they're annoyed with me...

But the thing is, I fall in love with something about someone every day, and I fall out of love with those pieces to, especially when something new takes its place. The way one glares when I'm being sweet or how another dances when she's excited. Or when someone snorts when she laughs...

But I'm not in love with these people, just pieces of them, giving pieces of myself to pieces of others, showing them a love that they might never actually notice.


I rarely fall in love with a whole person, Because I've spent too much of myself falling in love with whole people who would just fall away and take more than I had given in the process.

...

And yet now there's you.... I fell in love with the way you carried yourself on the first day I saw you. And then I heard you laugh and I fell in love with that too. Once we were friends, every day I found a new piece of you to fall in love with, and I never realized it until now... But I fell in love with you quietly and without discovering why.

But I don't love you wholly, because that is something that takes more than watching from a far and pretending that I don't want to fall for you.

Then again, maybe I'm not pretending and I truly don't, because I know what love does to people.

It kills them. In the kindest and most beautiful way possible. 

And if I fell in love with you... Well that might just be the end of me all together.
















Saturday, June 20, 2015

Praying , The Beauty of Self-loathing

Heavenly Father, Lord of Hosts,

Tonight I come to you with a heart that's heavy and a mind that's foggy. You see today I had the joy of going to wedding for the son of one of the elders at the church. I didn't know anyone who was there expect the elder, his wife and other church members. But no one whom I knew very closely. The wedding was beautiful and nearly brought me to tears, though not from beauty.

You see, there's a reason I dislike going to weddings, Our Father. and that reason is because it reminds me of Her. She was the one who stole my heart with the first look and to this day still has hooks that cling to hope like a desperate sailor drifting after a storm. She was the one who I swore you made for me, yet all She believed was "Not here, Not now, Not me" and Lord was She right.

I am haunted by the thought of Her on days like this Lord. On days where we celebrate the successful beginning of a love that will last a lifetime if it's lucky. When we celebrate a love that will be dragged through the debris of emotional baggage and stories that only end in heartache, where memories will haunt like ghosts begging to be forgotten. I am reminded of Her and how much I wanted to sort through the garbage that is this world in order to carve out a piece of beauty that would make us both at least mostly happy.

But instead of that, I am haunted by Her wedding that I never saw, seeing that man that I never met see Her all in white and the tears they shared because of how in love they were. I am haunted by that laugh and the first dance they shared that I never watched. I think of how She moved past me so quickly, like I was a piece of stone sinking to the bottom of the sea, as distant of a memory as love is from hate. And Lord I am angry because She got to move on, She got to be free and I got to be forgotten. But She....

She never could be.

I hear the cries of Her first child on days like these, and the laughter supports Her family through the world that they share.

Father, I cannot forget Her and I do not know why. She moved on and yet on days like today Her memory is what consumes my mind. It's been 6 and a half years and still I am stuck on the idea that She would come back someday...

But it's only on days like today, days where I forget to see where I've gone, how far I have come from where I was. It's because on a day like this I don't remember how to love myself. And when that happens I realize that no one could love me like those two who exchanged rings love each other.

Lord I pray for peace today. Because you see me in a light that I cannot understand from the shadows of my loathing. Help me to see what I have failed to see. To see what She saw in me the day that we first kissed. To see how much saying goodbye hurt for Her...

Lord I pray for a love for myself like how I once loved Her. I am tired of Loathing and Hurt being my constant companions. I still believe in Saviors.

Lord as I fall past in this vast ocean of your beauty, don't forget who you intended me to be, because I know that I already have.












Monday, June 15, 2015

The Deepest Desire of My Heart

  There is one thing in life that I have wanted from as early as I can recall. It's the one thing that no matter how much my life changed or how much my ideas of the world evolved, remained the focused goal of why I am here on this earth. It's not to do anything amazing or miraculous or to completely change the world, no it's much simpler than that. 

  For the last few months I had decided that maybe that wasn't the road that was for me. I had been through some rough times with friends and a now ex-girlfriend who I had thought I wanted to marry. Turns out I did want to marry her, but she realized that being with me meant both of us would sacrifice our own dreams of where we were going with life and what we really deserved out of a relationship. I was so caught up with her that I didn't realize how correct she was until months after she said goodbye. But in that time I decided that I was going to give up on my dream, my one life goal that I had always had, because chasing it always ended up in me hurting and losing amazing people from my life.

  I walked away from the dream in my heart and let myself wander with ideas of where I was going. I knew I would end up preaching someday and that was something I wanted to do, yet sharing the gospel and giving my life to Christ felt... well it didn't feel like everyone else says it does. It felt like I was walking away from something I loved in exchange for something I loved. That's on odd way of putting it, but it's true. I wanted to give my life over to Jesus and with it my whole heart, and I felt that by abandoning this crazy dream of mine I could do that. I mean after all, it was something that had lead me down some really dark and dumb roads. 

  Chasing this dream was something that I did not know how to not do. I had chased it from the moment I really figured out what it was, and every time I ended up broken and lost as to what it really was I wanted. Yet each time I still wanted it, and I couldn't think of why it was. I mean, why would I keep chasing something that was obviously unreachable? 
  
  So when I chose Christ over this dream, I thought I would feel free and be able to move forward in my pursuit of living a Godly life. The first few months were difficult, but eventually I accepted that I had to stick to my decision and I shut that part of myself away. And that seemed to work, but I still continued to feel hollow. 

  Then I went and accepted an internship at a church full of retired ministers and missionaries and Christian educators. While at the church I started to feel that itch of the dream stir. I was surrounded by people who either had lived my dream or were still living it and it made me feel as if I had made the wrong choice. I prayed and I talked with others about it, though I tried to keep the intention of my questions subtle. And in my exploration I had a moment of brilliance.

A whisper of the divine who told me that I had been wrong all along.
This dream I had given up was not a fleeting distraction but a piece of a greater whole. It was the essence of who I am and it is something I need in order to fulfill my purpose in this world. I cannot do what I need to without this dream and God will provide me with what I need. 

  I could not be the best version of myself without my dream, because it was the reason I live and breath.


  My dream is to be a father. A good man and a good father, and I know that my road will be a long one, but God will guide me and with Him and my dream I know I can move forward to fulfill my purpose in His divine plan.















Thursday, April 16, 2015

Of Vice and Meaning

            On a clear night when you get away from the city lights you can see thousands of stars filling the night sky. But the effort required to get far enough from the city lights can take most of your energy and leave you too tired to enjoy the beauty of it all. Eventually the city lights over take the night sky and soon the beauty is hardly a fraction of what it is in the night and we call it good enough. This laziness in pursuing beauty then translates into other aspects of our lives and before long we as people are left with a craving for something more that we cannot seem to satisfy. This craving is met temporarily with things that distract us from the emptiness. Those things are typically called vices which are entirely selfish actions used to appease our inner craving for something more. We as human beings seek to find a greater meaning in our lives, but that quest for meaning is often lost in the torrent of distractions and cheap substitutions that are supposed to bring happiness into our lives. Like the lights of the city at night drowning out the countless stars these vices stop us from seeing the greater purpose in our lives.
            But why are vices bad? They are just a form of need satisfaction that fulfill the cravings for what they provide. When the longing for companionship arises then prostitution should be an acceptable way to meet that need or when our minds need relaxation then alcohol and drugs can satisfy that requirement like sandwich when you’re hungry. When you’re lonely you can go online and talk to any of the hundreds of people on your digital friends list with the click of a mouse. Happiness is at our finger tips and we as a society have no need for a greater meaning. The phrase “panem et circenses” means bread and circuses in Latin and it is used to describe the basic needs of humanity. All we need it food and entertainment to keep us content with life. The quest for meaning is a fool’s errand that always results in unneeded suffering with no tangible reward. Why would someone go out and away from society to gaze at stars when the lights of the city are just as numerous and bright enough to drown out the night sky? Because those lights are made by man and we as people need to be a part of something more.
            All the vice in the world cannot equate to the sustaining joy found in meaning because as time passes the transparency and falseness of vice becomes more and more apparent. For example, online someone might have two thousand friends on their friend list and even more followers of their digital identity. This individual would be considered far from being alone because of the digital community that they hold; with a single update they can reach every single one of their online friends. Yet this person is incredibly lonely and feels that no one truly cares about them. Why might this occur? It is because the vice is nothing but a hallow copy of what it is we as people truly crave. Saint Augustine states “Beautiful was the fruit, but it was not what my unhappy soul desired” The idea of thousands of followers and friends is beautiful for so many because it means we would never be alone. And yet it is only a poor substitution for the real thing we crave. The thing wanted most by the individual in the example was not thousands of friend but a longing or a deeper connection and closer relationships with others.
            Yet we continue to fool ourselves with these ideas of the easiest ways to meet our needs. We do not earn our meaning but instead take hold of vices like a thief taking what his greed commands. But this theft of vice fools into believing it is beautiful. “I seek out what was in that theft to give me delight, and lo, there was no loveliness in it. I do not say such loveliness as there is in justice and prudence, or in man’s mind, and memory…nor even that flawed and shadowy beauty found in the vices the deceive us” Augustine’s words resound the sentiment that these vices are not inherently bad but that they are not the satisfaction we need as human beings. But if we not satisfied with vice then why do pursue it in place of greater meaning?
            It is because vice is the easy path to take. Vice is a brilliant flashing light that shines so brilliantly that it all but entirely douses the stars of purpose that fill the night sky. But these vices are do not make the night sky entirely dark. Some stars can still pierce through the brilliant light and yet instead of following these guides to meaning we claim they those few stars prove that we have meaning in our vice filled lives. Samuel Johnson describes this act of self-deception “One sophism by which men persuade themselves that they have those virtues which they really want, is formed by the substitution of single acts for habits.” What he is describing is that these vices which blind us to the true meanings we seek give us just enough of a glimpse to the stars that we believe we see enough of them. We become self-deceivers with these vices until eventually they consume us entirely and we live for the vice instead of searching out our own greater purpose. We are enslaved to the pursuit of happiness and not the quest for purpose. The ultimate deception comes from the belief that these hollow vices can provide a sustaining and meaningful existence. As the Greek philosopher Plutarch describes it “Now the same condition existing in human affairs deceives most people, who think that, if they surround themselves with vast houses, and get together a mass of slaves and money, they shall live pleasantly.” This deception is goes even further as we continue to consume the vices that command our lives and we become enslaved to them. So then how does one escape the cycle of all consuming vices?
            By finding what is meaningful in our lives, those stars not drown out by the lights of vice and following them into the night. To escape our own deception we are must reject that which we have defined our lives with, the vices that control us. We as humans have a choice, to embrace the vices that will leave us starving and alone or to suffer through without until meaning is found. Victor Frankl describes this choice “Every day, every hour, offered the opportunity to make a decision, a decision which determined whether you would or would not submit to the powers which threatened to rob you of your very self, your inner freedom.” The power of vice over our lives is immense and always present. We can find a digital companionship to fight off the hunger of love for a few minutes with just a few clicks of the mouse. We can drown our sorrows with the numbing tonic of alcohol and we can even let go of reality itself with mind altering drugs and allow these things to control us. We can surround ourselves with fancy cars and giant homes to make us believe we are happy but the need to consume is ever present. And that need comes from our choice of happiness over meaning. We as humans do not wish to face the dark roads that will lead us to meaning. We do not want to face suffering but in order to find that meaning suffering must be experienced, because without it we can never appreciate it beauty of a meaningful life.
            The suffering in our own lives is what we suppress with our vices. We cannot enjoy life with the suffering and instead of bearing through it to find our true purpose we flee to the bright vices that leave our eyes hurting and our souls empty. But beyond the suffering that comes with the rejection of vice we can find true satisfaction in our lives and our souls. “Therefore, it was necessary to face up to the full amount of suffering, trying to keep moments of weakness and furtive tears to a minimum. But there was no need to be ashamed of tears, for years bore witness that a man had the greatest of courage, the courage to suffer.” These are the words of Frankl, that we must suffer in life to find greater purpose in our lives.  Without this suffering there is no recognition of the true joy that can be found in meaning.
            The vices that we as humanity collectively embrace come from the need of having a meaning in our lives. Without this meaning we are nothing but animals who consume everything they need to be satisfied and wait until the hunger returns so that we may consume more. It is an empty existence that will leave us starving when the vice is no longer enough. Vice is much like a drug in this way, after consuming it long enough we require more of it to be satisfied until we consume enough to kill ourselves. If happiness is satisfying needs then how do we satisfy the need of happiness? We believe it is something that can be acquired through other means, a new pair pants or an extra dessert bring us a quick fix of happiness. But soon those quick fixes become excessive in their number and a single pair of jeans becomes an entire wardrobe of clothing only worn once and of cakes thrown out because they no longer satisfy us. As things no longer bring us happiness we seek shallow companionship to trick ourselves into believing we are loved and still that will not be enough.
            When living in the cycle of vices we discover there is no meaning to life. The things that bring us joy are all made by humans and that human beings are nothing more than self-perpetuating consumers. If we draw our meaning from the fleeting things we create to be consumed then is life worth living? Albert Camus contemplates this very concept “It now becomes clear, on the contrary, that it will be lived all the better if it has no meaning… Now, no one will live this fate, knowing it to be absurd, unless he does everything to keep before him that absurd brought to light by consciousness” If we embrace the contentedness of living for consumption then we live a life that is without purpose and become empty.  Human beings need to something that is beyond themselves; a grand scheme in which they have a unique purpose. And that purpose cannot be found in the city lights of vice and self-deception.

            Instead we must abandon the shallow existence of our comforts and travel the dark roads of suffering to find a place where the stars of meaning can shine fully. Only once we are no longer blinded by vice and empty happiness can we see discover a greater meaning in our life. And when we see this meaning in its fullness we will discover a deeper and satisfying happiness that fills us from within. As Plutarch describes “…A pleasant and happy life comes not from external things, but, on the contrary, man draws on his own character as a source from which to add the element of pleasure and joy to the things which surround him” only from discovering our own meaning in life can we satisfy that deep longing that we had buried in vices. Human beings are not created to consume mindlessly, no, we are created to seek our meaning and embrace it fully so that we can live with joy, even as suffer away from the city of vices and empty vessels. 

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Beautiful Things

You make beautiful things....

    Today in chapel we ended on a recent favorite song of mine titled "You make beautiful things" by Gungor. It's a song that speaks about the beauty that God creates from our lives. 
The chorus goes as follows:

"You make beautiful things, You make beautiful things out of the dust. You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of us"

   It's truly a powerful and musically pleasing song. But it is the emotion within the song that speaks more deeply to me. It feels to be a song of redemption. If God can create such beautiful things like the mountains and the forests from dust, what can he create from the life of a sinner.


  That's what I am. A sinner who has a really hard time accepting that I am forgiven for what I have done. Now I'm not talking about the common sins like infidelity in marriage (surprisingly common), or lying to others or even just simply not going to church regularly. My sins are much more personal and have caused far too much pain to others. 

  And no I'm not a murderer or a rapist, though one could argue I'm just as bad. I was the villain in a lot of peoples lives, especially the women who I tried to win over. I have been obsessed with falling in love and having a family for a very long time. And that obsession lead me to chasing after any woman who would give me a second date. I figured out how they thought, learned to say the right things and tricked them into falling in love with me. Once they were mine I hardly knew what to do and eventually my spell was broken and they called me a monster...

   Hear that one enough and you really start to believe it. You start to accept that your role is to hurt people so that way they can learn to protect themselves from the "real" bad guys. These women were safe with me because even though I would manipulate them I never intended harm and never fought to keep them.

Liar...

   I did fight though. I dragged them down and made them fight with me so that they could feel the agony I had in my own heart. The emptiness that could never be filled. I wanted someone to love me but I could never show them that part of me.... 

  I carried a deep wound from my past that left me always feeling inadequate and unworthy of the love of another. I think that's why I chose the girls I chose... They were all beautiful in their own ways, each a special and unique girl and each of them covered in scars....

Beautiful things....

  They were broken and I thought that their brokenness made them even more beautiful. I don't know what it is but I have always seen beauty in destruction. A fallen tree, a shattered window in a half burned house... a tear running down the face of a young woman. There is more truth in these broken things that in any of the falsified images that flood our world. Beauty comes from pain, because truth comes from pain and truth is beautiful. 

  Don't mind me, I'm just trying to be philosophic and I'm not terribly good at it. False humility. People are my passion and I love to learn all I can about them, but I never saw the truth until I hurt them, stripped them of their walls and made them completely vulnerable. Stark naked with their soul flooding the air. Tears were a song to me and I was addicted to the sorrow and pain that their agony made me feel. I loved feeling guilty and being the bad guy. More than joy and more than pleasure I loved the feeling of heartache and the bittersweet taste of loneliness. But only when it was fresh. Only in those first weeks after the wound was opened did I find satisfaction, beauty in the tragedy that I created. Then I was empty and she was gone....

Always alone in the end....

  That is how I sinned. I broke peoples spirits for my own pleasure and made them hate me. That was the role I took upon myself. I'm not sure if it came from the void in my own heart or if I simply was born with a wicked heart. Regardless I now struggle with the idea of redemption for my sins and how I am to answer this call God has placed in front of me. I am studying theology with the hope to go into the ministry, yet I do not see how I can become a leader with my past so full of darkness.

  Maybe that's why I'm writing this then. I would be surprised if it actually gets read by anyone, it's honestly mostly for me to release what I have locked away in my heart and in my head. Because tonight I feel as if I am nothing but dust and deserve nothing, but if it is true that tragedy is beautiful then why do I look upon my own life with disgust....

You make beautiful things... you make beautiful things out of the dust... You make beautiful things... you make beautiful things out of us....