Not Your Average Blog Post

I cannot do anything else while watching Netflix. I'm trying to do that right now, and it's so distracting I've had this webpage open for ten minutes. It took me another minute to start the second sentence. And I got distracted enough it took me a moment to put the period on that sentence. My point is, it's pretty easy to get distracted from ultimate goals. My goal now is to write a post every Tuesday. I've already been distracted from that goal for a week. And I can't stop being distracted. How I Met Your Mother keeps playing beside this screen (super cool thing I just learned my computer can do). I'm not stopping it. I've thought about pausing it several times, but haven't done it.

In life, we run into a lot of distractions. We might also call them obstacles. They move you away from a goal or path in life. Some drop out of college to start a family. Some hold off on family to get to the top.

I am being distracted. By Barney Stinson, Christmas, Miley Cyrus, and Paul Walker. I've let these things and most everything else in the world become more important to me than God. And that's not the way it should be. When something is important to you, you put it before other things. Maintaining this blog is important to me. At least it used to be and it still should. So, I try to put it before everything else, just until I can get a post out, and not let the quality suffer. I need to readjust my priorities. I've gotten the feeling lately that God means more to me than I think He does, or than I act like He does. And I don't think it's about getting things right or making sure I have Hell insurance. I hope it means more than that. And I've been thinking lately about all of the things I let distract me from God, and participating in a relationship with Him. It's a pretty long list. I think I'll try to make it shorter.

Whenever I see someone who's totally on fire for God, and uses His name everyday (in the way it's meant to be used), I always thought they were a little weird. Their faith wasn't weird; I don't mean to say that. But it's kind of like when my sisters sing in public. It attracts attention, and I hate attention. So I'd always tell them to stop. I'd always wish Christians would stop being so vocally on fire. And I'm even cringing a little now, talking so openly about this. I'm going to try to work on that. Because there is no shame in being on fire for God.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

On the Subject of Love

Image
I could have sworn there was a Fall Out Boy song with the words "on the subject of" in it, and I was planning on quoting it to you, alas, I could not find it. Oh well. I might have confused Fall Out Boy with another similar-sounding band. All I have to go on is the broken record of "on the subject of" going over and over and over in my head. Usually that helps, you know, usually it makes me think of the next few words, or from the tune I can pluck out the rest of the song, or even just recognize the voice playing in my head, but not this time. This time my memory is failing me. Although I'm pretty sure it was Fall Out Boy. Oh well. And, with that, I'll move on to the actual topic of this week's blog. Someone told me yesterday I needed to write a new blog entry (probably because I'm so addicting and they couldn't get enough, I'm sure =D), so I thought the whole way home from work about what I could write on. I thought about singers and wh...
Read more

God Hates No One

Image
Did you ever write a paper, and the words came to you so naturally, that you were done proving your point in less than the words required? Not to sound boastful, but that happened a lot when I was in school. So, I'd say it again, using different words in a different order, like maybe they didn't get it the first time. I feel, after reading this article , that that was a bad idea. I guess I can't base my reaction entirely on the needless repetition, because I also didn't necessarily agree with the content. But when the author goes on and on, saying the same thing about three times in different and clever ways, he loses his credibility as a reliable source of information. It seems obvious that personal emotions at least partly fueled his writing. It's all right here, the problem with his argument: "It's been so long since someone was actually honest that none of us even knows what that looks like. And if you don't act that way -- a patently false way th...
Read more

To share, or not to share, where is the question?

I despise pet names. I hate them. If anyone ever calls me baby--well, let's just say, you can be sure they would never think to call me baby again. I don't know why, but this morning while driving to school, I thought about how much I detest pet names, and what I would say if anyone ever brought up pet names in my presence. And I figured it out: "Pet names are just words that try to portray affection but don't really mean anything." Poetic, right? So why does no one ever ask me the questions I've found the perfect answer to? They ask plenty of questions I have no idea how to answer ("How much is left in my Ozzie bucks?", "Est-ce que tu as cours cette été?"), but no one ever (or, rarely) asks the questions I want them to. Why is that? Why can't people read my mind and give me what I want without having to tell them what it is? (Yes, I know, we're not mind readers, but that would be so cool, wouldn...
Read more