the Author and Perfector of my faith

update

Currently Reading Case for Christ, The By Lee Strobel see related

A while ago, I listened to Josh McDowell speak on the subject I am most passionate about: truth.  He told some disturbing stories of Christian leaders who could not answer the questions: “Why is the Bible true?” and “How can you know it is the accurate Word of God?”  Their best reply was, “Because I believe it.”  What an incredibly dangerous lie!  Most of the people I talk to do not take my Jesus seriously for this same reason.  They say things like, “Your beliefs suit you.  Mine suit me.  What difference is there?  And how can you know for sure anyway?”

The difference is huge!  And I won’t stand it any longer.  I’m tired of watching my friends die: watching them cut themselves, starve themselves, feed themselves lies, and watching them let people steal their bodies, emotions, and futures.  I love them too much to let it happen.  I don’t care if it costs me my education, my money, or my sleep.  I want to change this.  I would rather live with passion, than relativism.  I challenge you, if you don’t know what you believe or why your faith is true, find out!  It makes a difference!

i still think this is beautiful……..  have you ever had a person from a different place, culture, time, whatever, that you just connect with?  thats why i loved elizabeth barrett browning.  call me a depressive softy, i dont care.

Go from me. Yet I feel that I will stand

Here forward in your shadow. Nevermore

Alone upon the threshold of my door

Of individual life, I will command

The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand

Serenely in the sunshine as before,

Without the sense of that which I forbore--

Your touch upon the palm. The widest land

Doom takes to part us, leaves your heart in mine

With pulses that beat double. What I do

And what I dream include you, as the wine

Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue

God for myself, He hears that name of you,

And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

If I leave all for you, will you exchange

And be all to me? Will I never miss

Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss

That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,

When I look up, to drop on a new range

Of walls and floors, another home than this?

No, will you fill that place by me which is

Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change?

That's hardest. If to conquer love, has tried,

To conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove;

For grief indeed is love and grief beside.

Alas, I have grieved so am hard to love.

Yet love me—will you? Open your heart wide,