Shakespeare´s Mistake

                Have you ever wondered how it is that arranged marriages worked for thousands of years and no one ever killed themselves?
                I have a theory – a slightly controversial epiphany – that Shakespeare may have ruined us. Even so, I know it´s not entirely his fault but rather a misunderstanding that stemmed from the human heart. What was meant to be the tragedy of Romeo and Juliette people seek out as the reality of their romance. People see their feeling as something worthy of their death. If they can´t give what they feel a chance they are willing to take on eternal rest only to find that their eternity they´ve wrecked.

                

                Since when has romantic love been the goal of human life? Is falling madly in love the only thing for which we strive? Is that what decides if we live or die? And is whether or not we marry what our happiness is defined by? If that´s the case then the gospel I´ve read had died, and the Savior that we all love lived a very depressing life. So if I´m single and never have kids, will my life´s purpose go unfulfilled?

                
                      So do you think Shakespeare would take offense if I said that he started the sexual revolution?

Lost at Peace

                There are days that I fall under the misguided impression that what I do is normal; an impression that I hold dear to my heart no matter how much they try to convince me that it´s horrible.

               

                So, what´s it like to be a missionary? It´s deciding to just stop caring what everybody thinks. It´s suddenly realizing how much your own sin stinks. It´s almost like taking on the weight of the world because you can´t stand to watch the way they all sink.

                Like a sailor who answers sea´s calling we live life in joyous mourning that is confusing to the masses.
                We don´t seem to fit anywhere, neither in land nor in air, and only water will take us. The rain no longer bothers us because we love the water that made her, but boy are there rainy days.
                We trust in our anchor that we call “hope” as waves toss us to and fro and the whole world tells us that it´s time to abandon our old beat up boat. Even so, we always go and will not stop if she still floats. No one understands our commitment to our oath.
                Not only you, but sirens too with their song so dark and long draw our souls to all that´s wrong wanting us to abandon ship – not to mention that she won´t stop until she finally sinks it.
                And that´s when we realize that we were made for this – while all the rest lunge overboard our ears don´t even itch. All we do is look at the stars and wonder why they take us so far with nothing visible in sight. All we see is the Milky Way making path in darkest night.
                So, will we die at monstrous sea? Is it even land we seek? We don´t exactly blame you for not understanding just how much this journey means. Many find it hard to grasp that treasure is not what we are after when we have the only existing key.
                Only a sailor would understand why we love this watery beast. Just like old Tom´s unbelief you would have to touch our peace in order to really see.

               
                   So I guess what I want to describe to you is a little about what we see and a lot about what we feel – “woe is me if I do not preach” the good news to all of thee.
                This is not about adventure or what may feel exciting. This is my own mundane way that I discovered I was free – a discovery I got when I finally realized that my freedom had very little to do with me.

Painfully Honest

                Have you ever dared to argue with God? Has He ever had to tell you to watch your mouth because you nearly cursed Him out? Have you ever noticed that it´s those very types of fights with your spouse where you finally seem to figure each other out?
                Those days that I screamed ´til my lungs couldn´t breathe are the very dark days that brought me most healing – that one good pressurized shout of mutiny when I finally let my heart out. And even though I know that most of what I said was probably wrong what I´m trying to get at is that I was finally honest.

                Have you ever told God the truth? That you don´t really believe all that He says about you. That in the back of your mind you´ve always wanted sin, and at the bottom of your heart you really do blame Him. That you even felt alone in the midst of His presence.