“I can’t say this clearly enough: If we are preaching morality without Christ, and using war rhetoric to communicate a battle mentality, we are fighting on Satan’s side. This battle we are in is a battle against the principalities of darkness, not against people who are different from us. In war you shoot the enemy, not the hostage.”—Donald Miller from Searching for God Knows What (via richesiheednot)
Almost being struck by lightning makes you feel like your heart literally left and returned to your body, as if the lightning zapped it out of place and the thunder brought it thunderously beating back into your chest.
This is the second time I was in uncomfortably close proximity with a lightning bolt.
Now, I’m not going to conclude that this was a sign from God and drop everything to become a monk.
I am going to conclude that my intense fear of lightning has been realized. It needs go away.
“Porthos dreams of being a bear, and you want to shatter those dreams by saying he’s “just” a dog? What a horrible candle-snuffing word. That’s like saying, “He can’t climb that mountain, he’s just a man”, or “That’s not a diamond, it’s just a rock.” Just.”—
That very same morning right next to her coffee she noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing. The national geographic was being too graphic when all she had wanted to know was the traffic. The world’s got a nosebleed, it said, and we’re flooding but we keep on cutting the trees in the forest and we keep on paying those freaks on the tv who claim they will save us but want to enslave us and sweating like demons, they scream through our speakers but we leave the sound on cause silence is harder and no one’s the killer and no one’s the martyr The world that has made us can no longer contain us and prophets are silent then rotting away.