Holy fuck, there's a lot of good stuff in 1 Corinthians 13. I don't think I've ever read it. And to think, this verse was used to tell me to stop swearing. Or not to have sex until I'm married.
I can't believe people read this shit at weddings. There's no romance in this.
This isn't loving the sinner, hating the sin. It's not cuddling in the mountains or fucking on your honeymoon either.
This is pure, unadulterated, fucking humility.
"For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known."
For now.
We only see a reflection.
Then.
We will see face to face.
For now.
I only know ANYTHING in part.
But then.
I will know fully.
And, more importantly,
I will be known fully.
Tattered rags.
09 July 2012
Politics
Lets play a game.
It's called the "You and I Disagree, But We'll Still Get Along Fine" game. Here's how you play:
RULES:
1) This game is for 2 or more players
2) At least 2 or more players must hold contrary political, social, religious, or personal beliefs about some topic. Opinions do not need to be inherently opposed or polar opposites, they just need to have the slightest difference.
3) Players take turns sharing their opinions and positions. Player that is speaking is called the "AWESOME TALKER"
4) Players actively listen to the opinions of the other players. Players that are listening are called the "AWESOME LISTENER(S):
5) Players individually and politely rebut other players or refine their own position
6) Game is over when all Players have learned something new and have a healthy respect for all other players, regardless of opinions.
7) Nobody loses.
There are so many problems with everything. Opinions.
_____________________________
See that line? That's the thin line dividing differing opinions with disrespect and disregard for human worth. It's not very long or thick.
Here's what I want:
Believe whatever the fuck you want. Share it with me, even debate it with me. Politely. Remember that I am not the summation of my opinions. Remember, if you are a Christian, ESPECIALLY if you are a Christian, that I have fucking value by sheerly existing because of Imago Dei.
Everyone has their limits, of course. The key word to any of this shit is Grace. I don't care whether you're a fucking satanist pagan whatever. Grace for other people = grace for you later on. When you fuck up. Cause it's coming, have no doubt.
I'm gonna be less likely to listen to the rational of racist prick. Because I need grace from other people.
But hey, I get the feeling most racist pricks don't have much of a rational anyways.
You know what I learned once? When you have patience and understanding for other people, you're happier. You know why? Because you (and I) are narcissistic beings. You base everything you feel on the assumptions of what everyone else feels, and you assume everyone else feels like you.
So if you're a fucking asshole to everyone around you, you expect everyone to be a fucking asshole to you too. You're on the brink. You road rage and people, and you're just waiting for someone to spit in your burger.
You know what sucks about generalizations? Every single goddamn one of them comes with a fucking "unless" statement. A caveat. An exception. Which definitionally mutilates any sort of blanket statement.
Centers.
Again, with this bullshit, Derrida? I was trying to have an intelligent conversation (read: rant) about politics, religion and grace. You had to stick your obnoxious nose over here too?
But bricolage doesn't stop the fighting; it just pulls a Pontius Pilate. Washing our hands or responsibility. But dude. I'd have done the same fucking thing.
This wasn't where I intended to take this, but think about it: Pilate was up the fucking CREEK. A mob full of angry jews intent on rereleasing some convict rather than the hippie. What the fuck would you do?
When I was a child (I always hear 1 Corinthians 13:11 when I start sentences this way), I used to almost idolize Pilate. Sure, he could have stood up for the "right" think. But what the fuck, man!! He doesn't know who the hell this hippie is, and the hippie sure ain't doing anything to save his own sorry ass. Here's the dialogue:
Pilate: What are all you fuckers so pissed about?
Jews: KILL THE HIPPIE!!!!
Pilate: What, are you serious? This dude in the sandals with the long hair and beard?
Jews: Kill him! Fucking torture his ass and kill the FUCK outta him!
Pilate: You guys gotta be joking. This is the dude who was healing your sick asses and telling you guys to chillax and love each other like you love yourselves. That's not treason! Who do you think this guy is, Jeffery Dahmer? He practically shits rainbows!
Jews: We don't give a shit! He tricked us because we thought he was gonna be a warlord and he's just a fucking hippie. We thought he was gonna kill everyone but us in some reverse-anti-Semitic genocide, but instead he told us to LOVE each other!
Pilate: Jesus christ, are you fuckers serious? This guy's like the middle eastern buddah, and you want him dead? You'd rather have the serial rapist back on the fucking streets than let this dude go?
Jews: Kill his ass!
Pilate: Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want. Y'all are stupid as fuck. I'm not about to have a goddamn riot on my hands because you shitheads want to kill a hippie. There's no reasoning with you, because you've already made up your mind, and no amount of truth or untruth will change that. Do whatever you want, because all I want to do right now is get as far away from you as possible.
Back to the beginning, I guess. I'd wash my hands too. I wash my hands every day. Because a whole fucking ton of you people out there aren't interested in listening. You're interested in crucifying the nearest goddamn scapegoat. And if he turns out to be the Messiah, well, fuck it, at least you got what you wanted.
Sometimes, I don't understand how god could love us. I make me sick. I can't imagine an armada of me.
Please, everybody. Take a little advice from someone who you may or may not have met, and who has no qualifications to give you advice - someone who has probably not lived as long as you, probably has less education than you, probably believes different things than you, probably makes bigger mistakes, says stupider things, makes less money, has less experience, and has life less figured out. Give me grace for being younger, naïve, and idealistic.
Opinions aren't people. People are. And you are as worthless as they are. Or as precious. So shut the fuck up.
No seriously. That's my advice.
Shut the fuck up. And have a little grace for your brother or sister, because trust me: you're a fuck up. And you need it.
It's called the "You and I Disagree, But We'll Still Get Along Fine" game. Here's how you play:
RULES:
1) This game is for 2 or more players
2) At least 2 or more players must hold contrary political, social, religious, or personal beliefs about some topic. Opinions do not need to be inherently opposed or polar opposites, they just need to have the slightest difference.
3) Players take turns sharing their opinions and positions. Player that is speaking is called the "AWESOME TALKER"
4) Players actively listen to the opinions of the other players. Players that are listening are called the "AWESOME LISTENER(S):
5) Players individually and politely rebut other players or refine their own position
6) Game is over when all Players have learned something new and have a healthy respect for all other players, regardless of opinions.
7) Nobody loses.
There are so many problems with everything. Opinions.
_____________________________
See that line? That's the thin line dividing differing opinions with disrespect and disregard for human worth. It's not very long or thick.
Here's what I want:
Believe whatever the fuck you want. Share it with me, even debate it with me. Politely. Remember that I am not the summation of my opinions. Remember, if you are a Christian, ESPECIALLY if you are a Christian, that I have fucking value by sheerly existing because of Imago Dei.
Everyone has their limits, of course. The key word to any of this shit is Grace. I don't care whether you're a fucking satanist pagan whatever. Grace for other people = grace for you later on. When you fuck up. Cause it's coming, have no doubt.
I'm gonna be less likely to listen to the rational of racist prick. Because I need grace from other people.
But hey, I get the feeling most racist pricks don't have much of a rational anyways.
You know what I learned once? When you have patience and understanding for other people, you're happier. You know why? Because you (and I) are narcissistic beings. You base everything you feel on the assumptions of what everyone else feels, and you assume everyone else feels like you.
So if you're a fucking asshole to everyone around you, you expect everyone to be a fucking asshole to you too. You're on the brink. You road rage and people, and you're just waiting for someone to spit in your burger.
You know what sucks about generalizations? Every single goddamn one of them comes with a fucking "unless" statement. A caveat. An exception. Which definitionally mutilates any sort of blanket statement.
Centers.
Again, with this bullshit, Derrida? I was trying to have an intelligent conversation (read: rant) about politics, religion and grace. You had to stick your obnoxious nose over here too?
But bricolage doesn't stop the fighting; it just pulls a Pontius Pilate. Washing our hands or responsibility. But dude. I'd have done the same fucking thing.
This wasn't where I intended to take this, but think about it: Pilate was up the fucking CREEK. A mob full of angry jews intent on rereleasing some convict rather than the hippie. What the fuck would you do?
When I was a child (I always hear 1 Corinthians 13:11 when I start sentences this way), I used to almost idolize Pilate. Sure, he could have stood up for the "right" think. But what the fuck, man!! He doesn't know who the hell this hippie is, and the hippie sure ain't doing anything to save his own sorry ass. Here's the dialogue:
Pilate: What are all you fuckers so pissed about?
Jews: KILL THE HIPPIE!!!!
Pilate: What, are you serious? This dude in the sandals with the long hair and beard?
Jews: Kill him! Fucking torture his ass and kill the FUCK outta him!
Pilate: You guys gotta be joking. This is the dude who was healing your sick asses and telling you guys to chillax and love each other like you love yourselves. That's not treason! Who do you think this guy is, Jeffery Dahmer? He practically shits rainbows!
Jews: We don't give a shit! He tricked us because we thought he was gonna be a warlord and he's just a fucking hippie. We thought he was gonna kill everyone but us in some reverse-anti-Semitic genocide, but instead he told us to LOVE each other!
Pilate: Jesus christ, are you fuckers serious? This guy's like the middle eastern buddah, and you want him dead? You'd rather have the serial rapist back on the fucking streets than let this dude go?
Jews: Kill his ass!
Pilate: Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want. Y'all are stupid as fuck. I'm not about to have a goddamn riot on my hands because you shitheads want to kill a hippie. There's no reasoning with you, because you've already made up your mind, and no amount of truth or untruth will change that. Do whatever you want, because all I want to do right now is get as far away from you as possible.
Back to the beginning, I guess. I'd wash my hands too. I wash my hands every day. Because a whole fucking ton of you people out there aren't interested in listening. You're interested in crucifying the nearest goddamn scapegoat. And if he turns out to be the Messiah, well, fuck it, at least you got what you wanted.
Sometimes, I don't understand how god could love us. I make me sick. I can't imagine an armada of me.
Please, everybody. Take a little advice from someone who you may or may not have met, and who has no qualifications to give you advice - someone who has probably not lived as long as you, probably has less education than you, probably believes different things than you, probably makes bigger mistakes, says stupider things, makes less money, has less experience, and has life less figured out. Give me grace for being younger, naïve, and idealistic.
Opinions aren't people. People are. And you are as worthless as they are. Or as precious. So shut the fuck up.
No seriously. That's my advice.
Shut the fuck up. And have a little grace for your brother or sister, because trust me: you're a fuck up. And you need it.
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