30 in 30, Day 14: A Prayer

There are times where it is difficult to remember that we have freedom and victory through Christ over the weakness of the body and the finality of death. Today has been one of those times for my family. I don’t really feel that it’s my place — nor is this the proper forum — to go into detail, but what I would like to leave you with for today, is a prayer. Neither grandiose nor impressively composed, its purpose is just to be the vehicle with which something greater may be stirred in you.

A Prayer:

That when your vision is clouded, you would see your blessings more clearly.
That when your ears are tired, you would hear the whispers of a still, small voice.
That when your voice is weak, your silence would speak your meanings.
That when your hands quiver, you would steady yourself on those whom you love.
That when your hope seems far off, you would find courage your compass.
That when your peace is shaken, you would find it a call to action.
And that when your heart is stopped, your love would flow unceasingly.

God bless. So be it.

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Swearing. Drinking. Christian. An Essay on Double Standards

It is with heavy heart that I have to tell you ahead of time: this post will not be funny.  It will be long (that’s what she said) and it will likely be quite boring (…that’s what she said?) for most of you.

I struggled for the better part of 90 seconds trying to force myself to abandon the topic on my mind and write something purely funny so you guys could have a laugh to cap off your Monday evening. It seems like it’s been forever since I’ve written something on here that was for purely humorous purposes, and I really wanted this post to break the trend. But alas, after the aforementioned thinking, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. So all ye who fear the real, jump ship now and I shan’t hold it against you. That said, I’ll try to still make this a read that’s worth your while…assuming I haven’t bored you to tears already.