I am empty.Nothing to hold. I have no restrictions, yet I have no plans. I have no restrains, but I can’ t seem to move. I need to do, go, say, have, spend, share, embrace. Something. I need a verb. I need to scream, shriek, shout, yell, cause a ruckus. Something. I need to be. I need. There is nothing in me now.
Who am I? What defines me? What do people call me? What do they say that I am? Why do I care? Should I? Would it matter to anyone else if I do? How do I know what is right, what is true? How do I know how to question my life? How do I come up with such ridiculous questions?
There is power in a question. They demand answers. Written, verbalized, shown or imbedded for me, in me. For you, in you.
Some questions are rhetorical and call for nothing but thought. Nothing but internalization. Nothing you have to share or realize. Other questions are scary. They are frightening and vexing and rough. They rub you raw on the inside. They boil up from your spirit, eroding and creating a new thing within you. They change you, they change the path of the world. They fix. Mend. Destroy. Isolate. Incubate. Make. Form. Create a newness to this place, this imperfect place. They are drama and habit and peace and hope and revenge and acid all at once, and never all at once.
We are fallen. We are stupid. We are people. We are made in His image and then edited by a nasty fall. Broken. Warped. We are nothing. We have nothing, and still have so much.
We are still His.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Can you even READ??
Why do you need pictures? Why do we need a graph or a pie chart? Why do we need a video, blog or newscaster to tell us what is happening in our world? What is wrong with good, old fashioned words?
Can we, as a people, no longer interpret the English language?
Is writing a dead art?
Do America’s children read any more? Wait, I think I answered my own question! Yes, they can read! At least for the length of a status update or tweet!
With every good book being made into a movie, you don’t need to read to have intelligent conversation about popular fiction, watch it instead! Why are we too lazy to take a little time and find the meaning in words ourselves?
On another note:
I have heard my generation referred to as the Potter-generation. Is that how we want to be known? I often wonder how many of my friends have read anything considered a classic. If you have read it, have you read it of your own choosing, or were you forced to in high school or some college lit class?
Have you read the bible? I haven’t all the way through, I have tried. I have read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows at least five times. How come I can read that work of fiction some many times, but can’t get myself to read the word of God?
Can we, as a people, no longer interpret the English language?
Is writing a dead art?
Do America’s children read any more? Wait, I think I answered my own question! Yes, they can read! At least for the length of a status update or tweet!
With every good book being made into a movie, you don’t need to read to have intelligent conversation about popular fiction, watch it instead! Why are we too lazy to take a little time and find the meaning in words ourselves?
On another note:
I have heard my generation referred to as the Potter-generation. Is that how we want to be known? I often wonder how many of my friends have read anything considered a classic. If you have read it, have you read it of your own choosing, or were you forced to in high school or some college lit class?
Have you read the bible? I haven’t all the way through, I have tried. I have read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows at least five times. How come I can read that work of fiction some many times, but can’t get myself to read the word of God?
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