perspective

“We know

that our old self was crucified with him so that the body of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin—because anyone who has died has been freed from sin. Now if we died with Christ, we believe that we will also live with him. For we know that since Christ was raised from the dead, he cannot die again; death no longer has mastery over him. The death he died, he died to sin once for all; but the life he lives, he lives to God. In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus.” -Romans 6:6-11

Goodness, I love this. It is all about His death and resurrection. But whether consciously or subconsciously, we want something more. We strive for things that we think will be better. We seek after things that really have such temporary value, if any at all. But these little things, the sin we get ourselves into for the sake of temporary fulfillment, are meaningless. Christ died so that we don’t have to strive and seek after what the world has to offer. Because frankly, the world has nothing for us if we believe that Christ came to give us life with Him. Our enslavement is over. Our debts are paid. We are free. I ask myself, “why are you living like you are still dead? Why are you striving? Why do you want the things you had before when they never made you truly happy?”. I read great things like this and know my sin has no hold on me. The questions can disappear. That is not my identity. Sin is not the keeper of my life. Christ Jesus died to give me life. I want to live a life that is forever grateful to the king who gave His life for me. If I’m crazy to the world, then so be it. If I’m naive, dumb, religious, pious, ignorant, or the like, that is fine by me. The world will take a different perspective, but it does not change the fact that the same God who loves me with open arms, loves them just as much and wants nothing more than to see them live. 

He was the one who showed me things I didn’t know about Christ.
He mentored me when I was like a child trying to understand the adults.
He spent countless hours with me just talking, laughing, and singing.
Even if we don’t talk and when it feels like we aren’t as close as we were before,
I can message him and the first thing he tells me is “I love you!”
Good to know some things never change between me and my bests :)

A post about school

What is it all for?

All the hours I didn’t sleep
And those little paper cuts
The time I couldn’t do my last statistics problems on a midterm because my graphing calculator ran out of batteries
When I could only tell myself to go see my favorite folk artist when I knew that paper was due
I’d say no, I’ve got too much work to do
The late nights on my laptop; my contacts are dry again
“What time are you going to bed?”
My roommate knows me by now
Three more years. Three follow those.
Where will I be? Who will pay for it?
Mom’s retiring soon
What am I doing?
Do I store any of these equations in my mind after finals week?
Nah, not this quarter
But I want to help people
I want to be in that white coat and feel I accomplished my goal
I’ve got so far to go
But soon, maybe soon
I’ll realize
what it’s all for.