Life. Pain. They’re intertwined. No matter how perfect you claim to be, you have had pain in your life before. Everyone has. Newborns, pregnant mothers, abused children, dying grandparents, this world is filled with pain. No one can understand it all. God blesses us with free will, but along with free will comes poor and cruel minds and choices. Humans are corrupted by power. We shoot each other, fall into our friend’s arms, pretend to love for sex. We’re a mess. We kill ourselves with knifes, machinery, medicine used to heal you. It’s crap, it’s shit, it sucks. It’s life.
Then, there’s the light. There’s the sun in the darkness of clouds. When humans are proven worthy to live on this gorgeous Earth. We created sounds of joy and amusement out of wood and metal. We use our voices to create songs and glorious music. We help the homeless, the poor. We move to the steps of the world, yet we are all important in God’s sight. God looks out for all of us. He loves us all.
“Behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster box of ointment and stood at his feet behind him weeping. She began to wash his feet with tears and wipe them with the hairs of her head. She kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment. Now when the Pharisee which had bidden him saw it, he spoke within himself saying, ‘This man, if he were a prophet, would have known who and what manner of woman this is that touchs him: She is a sinner.’ Jesus answered him, ‘Simon, I have somewhat to say unto thee. There was a certain creditor which had two debtors: the one owed five hundred pence, and the other fifty. And when they had nothing to pay, he frankly them both. Tell me therefore, which of them will love him most?’ Simon answered, ‘I suppose the one to whom he forgave most.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Thou hast rightly judged.’ He turned to the woman, and said unto Simon, ’Do you see this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head. Thou gavest me no kiss: but this woman since the time I came in hath not ceased to kiss my feet. My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment. Wherefore I say unto thee, her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same love little.’ Jesus said to the woman, ’Thy sins are forgiven.’ Those sitting at the table with him began to say within themselves, ‘Who is this that forgiveth sins also?’ Jesus said to the woman, ‘Thy faith hath saved thee; go in peace.’
I think that story tells it all.
**EXTRA:
I did this post because yesterday my aunt said I would make an excellent preacher. I decided to try acting like one. I don’t think I’m quite ready, of course, but it would be fun, and I love God, so. I’ll think about it. And also, if you are not Christian, I do not apologize. I'm just voicing my opinion. :D Thanks.
Then, there’s the light. There’s the sun in the darkness of clouds. When humans are proven worthy to live on this gorgeous Earth. We created sounds of joy and amusement out of wood and metal. We use our voices to create songs and glorious music. We help the homeless, the poor. We move to the steps of the world, yet we are all important in God’s sight. God looks out for all of us. He loves us all.
“Behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster box of ointment and stood at his feet behind him weeping. She began to wash his feet with tears and wipe them with the hairs of her head. She kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment. Now when the Pharisee which had bidden him saw it, he spoke within himself saying, ‘This man, if he were a prophet, would have known who and what manner of woman this is that touchs him: She is a sinner.’ Jesus answered him, ‘Simon, I have somewhat to say unto thee. There was a certain creditor which had two debtors: the one owed five hundred pence, and the other fifty. And when they had nothing to pay, he frankly them both. Tell me therefore, which of them will love him most?’ Simon answered, ‘I suppose the one to whom he forgave most.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Thou hast rightly judged.’ He turned to the woman, and said unto Simon, ’Do you see this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head. Thou gavest me no kiss: but this woman since the time I came in hath not ceased to kiss my feet. My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment. Wherefore I say unto thee, her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same love little.’ Jesus said to the woman, ’Thy sins are forgiven.’ Those sitting at the table with him began to say within themselves, ‘Who is this that forgiveth sins also?’ Jesus said to the woman, ‘Thy faith hath saved thee; go in peace.’
I think that story tells it all.
**EXTRA:
I did this post because yesterday my aunt said I would make an excellent preacher. I decided to try acting like one. I don’t think I’m quite ready, of course, but it would be fun, and I love God, so. I’ll think about it. And also, if you are not Christian, I do not apologize. I'm just voicing my opinion. :D Thanks.
