Masculinity

There appears to be some confusion over what makes a man. This society’s standard is skewed for sure. So what is masculinity? You, o God, are the standard of all things masculine. You are strong. You protect us. You appreciate beauty. You are faithful. You love us. You woo your bride, the church, with the deepest of poetry: You wrote your love for us into the very earth; the trees, the mountains, the skies. You sing your love to us through the sunset. You shout your passion through the thunder.

But is the only duty of a man to love his wife? What kind of father should I be?

You watch over us. You never relent in your fatherhood. You never abandon us. You are humorous. Your strong arm of protection is incessantly wrapped around our frail, huddled form. You give lavishly. You are the author of pleasure. You are the infallible standard of truth and righteousness. I know that right now my brother is laughing in ecstasy in your loving presence, o Father.

Most of all, you forgive. You poured out your heart. You wrote your feelings into the life of Jesus. When you screamed as you were beaten and the nails were driven through your wrists, you were crying out your love for us. Your sacrifice is the ultimate of fatherhood and romance combined.

“I love you” could not be said a better way.

My God

My God rides above the four winds. He wraps himself in light, and darkness tries to hide. He shakes the ground on which I stand with his breath and uproots the mountains, sending them crashing to the seas. My God breaks chains with his tears, and washes stains that have been blemishing people their entire lives with his blood. He fills emptiness with life and moves the most jaded man alive to tears with one tiny portion of his love. My God can rend the universe into pieces with his little finger, and can cause all life to cease in the blink of an eye. My God reanimates the very rocks and causes them to cry his praises aloud, for even the rocks cannot stand his presence without being moved to tears. My God can strip the most powerful man alive of everything he owns in one moment. My God is more beautiful than anything mankind could create in its entire existence. My God cannot be understood by the wisest of men thinking together for their lives. One could stare at the sun for a thousand years and it wouldn’t compare to one glimpse of my God. 
That very same God loves me. 
What can the world possibly throw at me that can take me down if I turn to my God?

My Heart

It was my heart heavy with sin that weighted the nails that tore his hands

It was my heart hardened with cynicism that tipped the spear that pierced his side

It was my heart swollen with pride that sealed the tomb that he lay in

It is my heart healed by love that inherits the reward of this sacrifice

Just a Thought

It is impossible to truly communicate understanding verbally 


the human brain is that much superior to the faculty of language 


in order to understand the other person, you would need to have an identical thought process 

the chances of that, given the complexity of the brain and neurological pathways, is akin to finding two identical snowflakes 

even if you try to think of just one thought, it will come with other thoughts and distortions 

let's say we verbally communicate white 

there are so many shades of white 


and the ability to think simply of the colour white would be envied by the most devout meditator 

it is practically impossible 


maybe that's why humans don't get along very well 


we never understand eachother