A beautiful picture of regeneration by William Tidd Matson

Lord, I was blind! I could not see
In Thy marred visage any grace;
But now the beauty of Thy face
In radiant vision dawns on me.

Lord, I was deaf! I could not hear
The thrilling music of Thy voice;
But now I hear Thee and rejoice,
And all Thine uttered words are dear.

Lord, I was dumb! I could not speak
The grace and glory of Thy Name;
But now, as touched with living flame,
My lips Thine eager praises wake.
Lord, I was dead! I could not stir
my lifeless soul to come to Thee;
But now, since though has quickened me,
I rise from sin's dark sepulchre.

Lord Thou hast made the blind to see,
The deaf to hear, the dumb to speak,
The dead to live; and lo, I break
the chains of my captivity!

...

So. While I applaud my noble intentions and the strength of my resolutions, I regret to inform you that my facebook works again.

Of course being a victim of this situation and being entirely incapable of any other course of action I will once again be compelled to resort to spending large amounts of time in the mind numbing companionship of it's distractions.

This day has served as a beacon of hope, reminding mankind that it is indeed possible to survive for a whole day without facebook.

It is my earnest and heartfelt desire than over the duration of time and through the dramatic reconstruction of my sociological and psychological infrastructure I will lost all attraction to the said facebook and never go on it again.

Until that day, I will strive to combat it's destructive forces by stimulating my brain cells in whatever other way possible.

I remain
Yours Truly

P.S. Don't forget to respond to my survey!

In Memoriam.

Far from the Faceless masses
The air is clear
The birds are here

The crawling day now passes
the time is slow
nowhere to go

My brain is faintly rumbling
and now it wakes
it groans and quakes

So when'ere you feel like grumbling
Go take a look
at your Facebook.

Spend hours peering at
the pictures from your co-workers best friends sisters second husbands great aunts bachlorette party.
Play farmville
until all your cows are healthy and your grain has grown to a perfect virtual size for perfect virtual harvesting and virtual making into bread.
Virtually eat your bread.
and then if you're still hungry go eat some real bread and put peanut butter on it and then go post that as your facebook status.

Just remember, not everyone is as lucky as you are!

Identity Crisis?

The unthinkable has happened.

My facebook account was disabled.

And so I wander here in the dark, desperately trying to remember... Who am I?

Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise, that final fateful step I could never bring myself to take.

I hope I still get some survey results... considering it was most likely this very endeavor that ended my days as a thriving member of society.

... mmmmm smell the fresh air.

ATTENTION

Hello dear friends!

You may have read this on facebook, but I am doing a little survey for personal reasons and I would LOVE it if you could take a minute out of your busy lives and send me a message with your perspective on the following questions:

1) What does it mean to be a man?
2) What does it mean to be a woman?
3) Does headship (leadership) play into your view of manhood? If so, how? What does it look like?
4) Does submission play into your view of womanhood? If so, how? What does it look like?

It doesn't have to be long, but I would really appreciate these answers and any other thoughts and ideas you might have. Note: Send it as a message please, don't reply to this post. My email is allthathasbreath@gmail.com

Trust

It is nighttime
the world is a wall of black
broken only by an occasional streetlight
or the glare of a passing car.
My own headlights reflect
off the shiny black pavement
as the rain drums its erratic patterns
on the roof of my car.
I can see a little ways
through the mist
dancing wildly in front of me
my lights bounce off the reflectors
in the middle of the road
one
by one.
I don't know what comes after
the next few feet
as I speed along
the world is dark and quiet
sleeping for a few more precious moments.
Soon enough
morning will come
the darkness will begin to take shapes
the hills will show themselves
in shades of gray and silver.
Soon enough
the road will stretch far out
in front of me
but for now
as I move forward
one reflector at a time
I have what I need.

Living Publicly | CCEF

Living Publicly | CCEF