The Christian walk is not an easy one. Every day is capable of being a struggle itself, and the questioning of one’s faith, especially by the person themselves, is particularly dangerous. Actually, I should rephrase that: the questioning of one’s faith is like a double-edged sword; beneficial if I come out of the storm with a stronger faith, devastating if I completely lose myself and my faith. Originally, since the end of December 2010, I was going to write this post as a reflective piece demonstrating how far I’ve fallen from grace and how I’ve been trying to return, but I feel that I should now write about how things may have been getting better and one of the main issues I’ve been facing…
Category: Rants
FML: F*** My Life. One of the most celebrated, ubiquitous and loosely used terms in today’s culture to express displeasure with one’s life and consequences. Just a quick search on Twitter with the hashtag #fml, or even using Google to search for the popular FML sites where numerous people have posted their experiences (true or otherwise), one can see how many lives are truly, TRULY f***ed. Really, your lives are so f***ed, I cannot even imagine…
During this morning’s sermon, 1 John 4:20-21 really stuck out to me. You see, one of my close family friends is in a weird/horrible family situation which leaves a huge-ass question mark on my head (and maybe on everyone else’s). He and his siblings are Christians, and his elder siblings serve very diligently in their respective churches at their respective home areas. His siblings will willingly lay down everything in order to serve their churches (maybe with the exception of giving up something job-related)…