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| So, I'm sitting pretty at 2:40 am, twenty-one years old, turning twenty-two, and I can't even get out of the house because I got my fam "watching me". Old school Filipinos really don't care about the whole "adult age" thing. WTF?, in Hong Kong, I was an adult 3 years ago, and in Canada I was legal at 19. Damn.
If I was in Toronto, I could do whatever the hell I want:
2am pizza runs
4am trips to the diner
Spontaneously sleep over friends' house (even GUY friends!)
Drink whenever I want to without fam thinking I'm damn alcoholic
Road trips to Ottawa and even NY!
Pakshet.
This is why I chose to live in a place where there isn't gonna be "fam" buggin.
I know it's coz they care and "don't want anything bad to happen to me". Really though, that's just basically translation for "we don't want you to experience what your mom did".
Ugh. I am not dumb.
I'm crazy, but I'm not dumb like that.
It's so unfair, cuz when I'm out with people they're tryna hook me up with, they don't care what I do. PSH.
Damn, I'm 21 and I still gotta complain about this crap like I was a 12-year-old wanting to go to the mall or something.
If I was in Toronto...
Yeah, this is why.
I love theBay, but.. this is why. | | |
| Stop me
Before I set myself up in a trap
Once again
It would be helpful if I was given a map
A letter
Even a magic eight ball-- this is how
Desperate
I am to know what You have for me now
Your Word
Is alive and active so help me see
The truth
If You promise that it will set me free
I will
Once again remember perfect love casts out
All fear
I wonder when I can just scream it all out
This poem
Sucks.
I know.
But it helps me think about
Things
I can't say outloud
I'm unimpressed by you, by me, by how things turned out to be
Maybe
Is a dangerous word to end with | | |
| "The LORD makes poor, and makes rich,
brings low, but even makes to soar.
He raises the poor from the dust,
from the refuse-pile he elevates the needy,
to be seated with the princes,
that they may inherit a throne of glory..." -1 Samuel 2:7-8
Talking about Eli's sons--
"Moreover, the 'morsel of bread' idea is something of a poetic justice for the sons 'making themselves fat' at the expense of proper worship: a corrupt priesthood eventually results in a hungry priest... [there is] the irony that the descendants of Eli's sons have to 'beg for bread' as a crime and punishment scenario for their gluttony" (Bodner, National Insecurity, p.32).
From my journal:
Hmm... justice. You are a just God. You give justice because You love people and You choose to bless the faithful and punish the wicked. Jesus' incarnation, death, and resurrection reflects Your love AND justice. Too often we forget that You are a Judge-- the Judge. You are LORD.
Many times, people have emphasized (overemphasized, actually) the "turn the other cheek" statement, persecution and martyrdom, and Jesus' "niceness". On that note, I have to say that I can't blame Nietzsche for thinking that the O.T. God is dead. Of course this is not the case; however, sadly, the representations-- or, misrepresentations, rather-- of Jesus are too "nice". Many people, at the mention of our LORD, think of Him washing the disciples' feet; or suffering on the cross; or in a white robe, floating on clouds. Don't throw things at me just yet-- I am humbled and amazed at Jesus' willingness to wash His disciples' feet and go to the cross, but how many of us readily think of the Jesus who angrily turned over tables in the temple-turned-into-market?
The Lamb of God is also the Lion of Judah. He is King of kings and Lord of lords. He reigns.
Father, You care about human rights! You care about the poor being exploited! You are all about social justice. You love justice. You fight for people. Open my eyes; share Your heart with me. Please equip me and prepare me for the coming season and the task ahead of me. You go before me. Amen. | | |
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