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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Tuesday, November 22, 2011 || 3:02 PM
"The cow that bawl 'mauh', not it that was thirsty" I was in the shower where, incidentally I get some of my best thinking in, and I started thinking about irony and how it must me God's way of displaying His sense of humor because at times, it can be truly hilarious. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My mom talks about the thirsty cow often, usually when she asks for a glass of juice and I bring it for her, and then my dad asks for a sip but ends up drinking the whole thing. You guys get the point. But I was thinking about how the thirsty cow applies to so many other things. Like sickness, for instance. I was talking to my friends about my own sickness the other day and about how the fact that it's so serious causes me to downplay it the vast majority of the time so as not to freak people out. However, people who have a history of anemia in their family and get sick every once in a blue like to blow their illness out of proportion and make people feel sorry for them. It's funny how that happens. But then I started thinking about a different kind of illness. Spiritual illness, in fact. During last week's devotion, a friend of mine made a very good point. Church is a spiritual hospital of sorts. The people who have been there the longest, the "most holy" ones who act like the church belongs to them, they are in fact, the terminally (spiritually) ill ones who need the most help. And then I thought about my own generation. We will admit our faults and ask for God's forgiveness all willy nilly, even though we are hardly deserving of it. However, I know that many of us are spiritually thirsty but the ones are "bawling 'mauh'" in the words of my oh so eloquent mother, are the ones who are unknowingly dying of spiritual dehydration so they act like nothing is wrong and make a big show of doing the Lord's work as though that's supposed to quench their thirst. They praise Him the loudest, are the most eloquent in prayer, always front and center in the church but know nothing of humility. This isn't true of everyone and maybe not even most people but I'm just trying to make a point. When you approach God, you're supposed to approach him humbly and with a sincere heart. Someone once said you can't praise your way into Heaven and it's the truest thing I've ever heard. I hate to get all preachy on you guys but my point would be kinda useless if I couldn't back it up. And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, they have their reward. But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly. Also... Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled. So you see, God is looking at that cow that's so thirsty, he can't even moo and soon, that cow is gonna have so much water to drink, he won't know what to do with himself. (There's always a happy ending). I'm gonna stop preaching now because I suspect you guys are getting tired of me but I had to say it and now I have said it and now I'm outta here. Deux dwet! Labels: real life amazing |