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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Wed, 10 Mar 2010 22:00:14 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Journal</title><subtitle>Journal</subtitle><id>http://www.deathislove.com/journal/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.deathislove.com/journal/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.deathislove.com/journal/atom.xml"/><updated>2010-02-21T02:45:22Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>-</title><category term="Coffee shop"/><category term="Tanner"/><category term="coffee shop"/><category term="conversations"/><category term="theology"/><id>http://www.deathislove.com/journal/</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.deathislove.com/journal/"/><author><name>Kyle</name></author><published>2010-02-21T02:43:02Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:43:02Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><img class='iphone-image' src='http://www.deathislove.com/resource/iphone-20100220184302-1.jpg?fileId=5844999'/></p><p></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Why the Roman Empire Lasted Longer Than the American Hegemony</title><id>http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/12/22/why-the-roman-empire-lasted-longer-than-the-american-hegemon.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/12/22/why-the-roman-empire-lasted-longer-than-the-american-hegemon.html"/><author><name>Kyle</name></author><published>2009-12-22T10:23:28Z</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:23:28Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>So, I was reading <a href="http://www.americanthinker.com/printpage/?url=http://www.americanthinker.com/2009/03/the_myth_of_relativism_and_the.html">this</a>&nbsp;article and it made me think. &nbsp;I now know why the American Hegemony (because it cannot rightly be called an Empire) will not endure like the Roman Empire and in fact will have a far shorter lifespan than almost any other world power. &nbsp;It comes down to Tolerance. &nbsp;<em>Not</em>&nbsp;Relativism as I might have thought earlier, but the Tolerance and Political Correctness branch of that Ism.</p>
<p>&nbsp;I will lay a little groundwork for how Relativism is self-referentially incoherent and a few of it's logical conclusions, such as Multiculturalism and Political Correctivism, but I am going to assume that you have read <a href="http://www.americanthinker.com/printpage/?url=http://www.americanthinker.com/2009/03/the_myth_of_relativism_and_the.html">this</a> article. &nbsp;It's not that hard to understand and it states most of what I rely on for my premise more clearly than I could. &nbsp;I do not agree with it's assertion that Christianity has been disproved and some of the examples it uses to show the differences between Christianity and Relativism, but a reasonably intelligent Christian should be able to figure out where and why it's incorrect. &nbsp;That being said, the premise of an objective reality is solid.</p>
<p><ol>
<li>Relativism says that there is no truth other than the truth that there is no truth. &nbsp;This is self-referentially incoherent and make Relativism the only Ism that claims not to be an Ism. &nbsp;(If you think I am wrong in my assertion that Relativism is self-referentially incoherent, then I have a hint for you: Relativism, you're doing it wrong.)</li>
<li>If truth is entirely subject to the conditions of the observer as Relativism claims, then the logical conclusion based purely on this is that the best method for life is Fascism. &nbsp;Fascism says basically that the person with the strength to force his truth on everyone else should and that that it is right. &nbsp;So if someone can force his truth on someone else and make it their truth, that is right for him and it is right for them to accept his truth and obey him. &nbsp;Nazism is one of the ends of Relativism then. &nbsp;That is what Nietzsche teaches, his messiah was an &uuml;bermensch (superman) that could bend others to his will effortlessly. &nbsp;Of course, that's only the logical end of Relativism if Relativism is objectively true, but if Relativism is objectively true then there an infinite number of logical conclusions to Relativism and all are equally logical. &nbsp;Don't worry, that makes no objective sense, it's not just you subjectively being confused.</li>
<li>Multiculturalism is Relativism saying that is no real standard, just ones that have been fabricated by consensus and become culture, and since they are all fabricated, they are all equally valid and should get along or at least try. &nbsp;This became pervasive quickly because a legitimate Christian defense could not be constructed quickly enough to stem the tide. &nbsp;There is one, but it relies on carefully defining what the Bible means when it instructs us not to judge one another.</li>
<li>Political Correctivism takes Multiculturalism's assertion that there is no standard and uses that as it's standard. &nbsp;It makes a standardless standard, it does not demand that you be nice to people with other beliefs like Multiculturalism, but actually asks you to abandon them because of the "fact" that there is no standard. &nbsp;It asks tha,t even if you do hold another belief or have an original idea, you not publically discuss your ideas for fear of giving offense and being punished for actually having a standard other than the one with no standard. &nbsp;This is not freedom, but the repression of any "offensive" dissent.</li>
</ol></p>
<p>Political Correctivism's tolerance makes it impossible to test ideas against one another to determine which produces a more desirable outcome. &nbsp;(The desirable outcome being the ongoing survival of the happiest society in this case.) &nbsp;Instead, all ideas other than Political Correctivism remain firmly in the theoretical and cannot even be discussed; this leads to a general wooly-headed foolishness because no idea is exposed to failure or criticism. &nbsp;(If they could be discussed and criticised people might quickly discover that any foolishness they hold has already been tried and proven wrong by a dead Greek, and the view that most closely accord with reality has already been delivered to them by dead Jews and a Gentile.) &nbsp;This means that because hardly anyone's intelligence has been put to the test, people are on the whole, less intelligent (as evinced by the fact that few recognise Relativism as self-referentially incoherent when that was widely known previously).</p>
<p>This whole deadening of intelligence also deadens that national will, the belief that that cultural worldview of the Founding Fathers is the correct one, in fact, Politcal Correctivism destroys that belief wholesale and replaces it with nothing but the conviction that it was in fact terribly wrong and that white American males and any who support them must be punished for inflicting a standard on people and then having the temerity to suggest that it is right, not only for all Americans but most likely right for all. &nbsp;This creates an internal conflict that is almost unique to the American Hegemony. &nbsp;Rome did not fall from self loathing, it fell from internal corruption that left it unable to defend itself from outside forces. &nbsp;The American Hegemony stands ready to commit seppuku to absolve itself of the sin of existence. &nbsp;If a society accepts everything and cannot stand up to say that an opposing viewpoint is, in fact, an opposing viewpoint and as such cannot be tolerated it will fall to an opposing viewpoint that claims objective truth for itself ans is willing to do something about it.</p>
<p>If you want to build a long-lasting Relativistic society, make it a Fascist state that passes leadership to the most able. &nbsp;If you want to build a long-lasting society with general contentedness, build a society that is based in objective reality (*cough*Christianity*cough*), and be prepared to assert it's ideology as true against other truth claims. &nbsp;Multiculturalism leads to the implementation of different laws for different cultures in the same country so that no one culture imposes it self on any other equally valid culture and being conquered by a country that has conviction. &nbsp;Political Correctivism leads to quasi-Fascism to enforce it's standardless standard and ends up falling from a lack of will and intelligence amongst the people to a country with conviction.</p>
<p>Unless that American Hegemony finds some truth to cling to and to reject other truth claims by it will be taken over from the inside by Muslims who have strong enough convictions to impose their will on other.</p><p></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>I Am Sure</title><id>http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/9/16/i-am-sure.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/9/16/i-am-sure.html"/><author><name>Kyle</name></author><published>2009-09-16T07:50:02Z</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:50:02Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I am sure</p>
<p>Am I sure? You fill me with joy</p>
<p>Our conversation, the music of minds in sync</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Yet...</p>
<p>You confuse me...</p>
<p>I am sure that you feel as I do.</p>
<p>I think...</p>
<p>You hold on to the past and present</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I can never be sure until I take that step</p>
<p>I know God has us in His hands</p>
<p>I am nervous, my old wounds begin to sting</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I am afraid</p>
<p>I have confidence in my Lord</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I am told to wait, I submerge my haste in God's will</p>
<p>We are friends, I don't ever want to lose that</p>
<p>I will come to my Princess' rescue, but the timing has to be divine.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Hold on, hold on</p>
<p>I promise, when the timing is divine you will forget to breathe and where your feet are.</p>
<p>I am coming in the timing of heaven</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Lord, hasten my steps, strengthen my arm</p>
<p>Make my sword a flash of lightning</p>
<p>Prepare my beloved, make her secure in You</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I stand ready, the day will come</p>
<p>When you no longer wonder and I am no longer afraid.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Even now you know me, yet I hide my true colours</p>
<p>'Till the day when we are friends eternal</p>
<p>And the Eternal One make my way clear.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Am I sure?</p>
<p>I am sure.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>The Ramifications of Salvation</title><id>http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/8/27/the-ramifications-of-salvation.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/8/27/the-ramifications-of-salvation.html"/><author><name>Kyle</name></author><published>2009-08-27T23:43:54Z</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:43:54Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I am currently reading "True Spirituality" by Francis Schaeffer; the other day while I was reading I came across something huge and profound that made me re-evaluate my faith. &nbsp;That's about the third or fourth time so far in reading this. &nbsp;It was in Chapter 6: Salvation: Past-Future-Present.</p>
<p>Here Schaeffer was talking about the unity of salvation and how thanks to the finished work of Jesus on the cross, God the Father has become our Father, we are in Christ, and the Holy Spirit is indwelling us. &nbsp;So, not to get all heretical or anything God basically relates to us on the level that He relates to Himself. &nbsp;He relates to us in the most intimate way possibly imaginable. &nbsp;God sees us as His Son, we are in the Son, and the Holy Spirit is in us; therefore we have a completely personal relationship with God, so personal it's like the relationship He has with Himself in the form of the Trinity. &nbsp;God invites us into that personal relationship and make us positionally a part of Himself.</p>
<p>Schaeffer made the point earlier, that while it is part of the Christian's duty to prove God's moral standards through his or her life, it is primarily the duty of the Christian to prove God's <span style="text-decoration: underline;">existence</span>&nbsp;through their lives. &nbsp;This dovetails with the first point in that we are positionally invited in to the presence and fellowship of the Trinity, and then it is natural that the reality of that relationship flows out of us.</p>
<p>The last point Schaeffer makes that I want to touch on is that we are the Bride of Christ as the church, literally, in reality, in the present. &nbsp;We are literally being prepared for Christ, and Christ is waiting for us and as soon as we step from the physical reality to the spiritual reality, He is there to receive us as His Bride.</p>
<p>All this to say that because we as Christians are the Bride of Christ, and it is our duty to be the reality of God in our lives, and most importantly that we are relationally let into a relationship with the Trinity on His own level, as positionally part of it, all of this is so great, how can we compromise? &nbsp;We are the Bride, the reality, and the Son so how can we not have God's view towards sin and not absolutely loathe even the thought of it? &nbsp;How can we compromise what we allow ourselves to watch and think on and listen to and read? &nbsp;I am not saying that one cannot be saved if they read/watch/listen to things that are not edifying, I am saying that once you understand salvation how could you want that anymore? &nbsp;You can still indulge your flesh, but why would you want to?</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>deathislove</title><id>http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/8/7/deathislove.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/8/7/deathislove.html"/><author><name>Kyle</name></author><published>2009-08-07T07:58:50Z</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:58:50Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I have recently changed the name of the site from Set to Shuffle to Death is Love. &nbsp;There are a few reasons for this, one being that Set to Shuffle was the name of a website that my friend and I were working on but ultimately abandoned, I just recycled the name. &nbsp;However, in this new context it had lost it's earlier meaning.</p>
<p>The second reason I changed the name is that it was hard to tell people what the website was called without a lot of spelling confusion.</p>
<p>The third reason is that deathislove was originally part of a tattoo idea I had and has since morphed into a convenient summary of how I view God's love towards us as humans and how I see the ideal relationship between humans. &nbsp;We show how much we love one another by what we are willing to sacrifice for one another; how much we are willing to "die to self" for the sake of the one we love. &nbsp;Thus, our "death to self" demonstrates our love, and so our death to self is our love for another. &nbsp;It is just a simple concise statement of belief that gets strange looks and allows me to explain and unpack my take on relationships or the Gospel and the situation calls for; that is also why I think it makes a great tattoo.</p>
<p>The final reason I moved away from Set to Shuffle was that the domain was taken.</p>
<p>Kyle</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Update</title><id>http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/7/18/update.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/7/18/update.html"/><author><name>Kyle</name></author><published>2009-07-19T03:25:27Z</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:25:27Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I just updated the 'About Me' section, you can go and check it out if you want...</p>
<p>Other than that, I'm back home in the States for now, the British government wouldn't let me stay and apply for a religious worker's visa, so I had to come back home. &nbsp;This is really the best thing that could have happened though, now I get a chance to raise support in person and take care of things the right way instead of long distance. &nbsp;God has me back here for a reason and I'm okay with it.</p>
<p>I graduated at the end of the semester, so I'm all done there. &nbsp;Some people and family members are pushing me to continue school and get another Associate's, or a Bachelor's but I'm really not all that interested and I don't feel called to that. &nbsp;I DO need to get a job though... &nbsp;Please pray for that and the whole visa/support process.</p>
<p>That's about it... &nbsp;Just keep me in prayer while I'm home that God would use me here and that I would grow in the knowledge of Him, and quit being a bum. &nbsp;:P</p>
<p>God Bless</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Logos Bible Giveaway!</title><id>http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/7/6/logos-bible-giveaway.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/7/6/logos-bible-giveaway.html"/><author><name>Kyle</name></author><published>2009-07-07T03:02:01Z</published><updated>2009-07-07T03:02:01Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Logos is celebrating the launch of their online Bible website with a massive Bible giveaway. &nbsp;These are really amazing Bibles here, some aren't the best translations, but the majority are excellent. &nbsp;Check out the new site and Logos' excellent Bible software, now available for Mac as well as PC.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><a href="http://www.logos.com/">Logos Bible Software</a> is celebrating the launch of their new <a href="http://bible.logos.com/ ">online Bible</a> by giving away <a href="http://bible.logos.com/content/giveaway">72 ultra-premium print Bibles</a> at a rate of 12 per month for six months. The <a href="http://bible.logos.com/content/giveaway">Bible giveaway</a> is being held at <a href="http://bible.logos.com/content/giveaway">Bible.Logos.com</a> and you can get up to five different entries each month! After you enter, be sure to check out <a href="http://www.logos.com/">Logos</a> and see how it can revolutionize your <a href="http://www.logos.com/demo">Bible study</a>.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Redemption</title><id>http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/5/13/redemption.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/5/13/redemption.html"/><author><name>Kyle</name></author><published>2009-05-13T17:22:34Z</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:22:34Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>A disease. That&rsquo;s all we knew. It&rsquo;s all that mattered, it&rsquo;s what defines humanity. A disease...<br /><br /><br /><br />She fell. Again. She lay there, silent, waiting for someone. Anyone. No one cared. She was just one more waiting to die in a city of the dying.<br /><br /><br /><br />No one knew how it began. One minute everything was fine and the next everyone was rotting. Today everyone is still rotting.<br /><br /><br /><br />How much time had passed? She would never know. She didn&rsquo;t care. She raised her head and looked around. There was noise in the street in front of her. She pushed up slowly, bleeding from her fingernails, her cracked lips burning, always burning. She pushed up slowly, her throat screaming in dry agony. She screamed. Then she fell to the ground.<br /><br />She lay there all night. And all morning. When the sun rose high enough to cast light into the alley where she lay, she stirred. Refreshed but still groggy she rolled over.<br /><br />&lsquo;Where am I?&rsquo; she thought.<br /><br />No one was around. It surprised her. She had thought. A question even. She had been so tired earlier that she couldn&rsquo;t frame a thought. After the excitement had worn off she tried to answer her own question. As hard as she thought she couldn&rsquo;t answer her own question. As hard as she thought she couldn&rsquo;t quite remember how she had gotten there and she couldn&rsquo;t see beyond her immediate surroundings. There was nothing to indicate where she was.<br /><br />She sat up. This was surprising considering that she could barely crawl last night.<br /><br />&lsquo;It must be the sleep and the war, sun.&rsquo; she concluded.<br /><br />She forgot that she hadn&rsquo;t been able to feel temperature for months, or was it longer? She never gave it a second thought, it had been so long ago.<br /><br />As she looked around she saw a man sitting against the alley wall. He was wearing a hood pulled down low and his face and hands were wrapped in bandages so she couldn&rsquo;t see what he looked like. Not that she would want to. If he was wearing that many bandages he had to be hideous.<br /><br />&ldquo;Hello.&rdquo;<br /><br />The man had spoken to her. She wasn&rsquo;t sure how to react.<br /><br />&ldquo;I was wondering when you would wake up. Would you like some water?&rdquo;<br /><br />He had spoken again. He had offered her water. Now she was totally speechless. Who was he?<br /><br />&ldquo;Sh-aack-... s-u-r-e.&rdquo;<br /><br />She had to speak slowly or her throat would dry and crack. It almost had.<br /><br />He lifted a canteen and handed it to her. She reached out and took it. It was all she could do to not choke as she gulped down the pure water. How long had it been since she tasted water? But this was more than water. It was like drinking a diamond. It felt good as it tumbled down her dry husk of a throat. It felt like a blessed kaleidoscope of ice had been poured down a dry well. Th individual drops each felt like a different shining color on an old, cracked, blank canvas.<br /><br />Then it began to burn. It had been so long since she had drunk anything that the water was actually burning her throat.<br /><br />She dropped the canteen and gagged. She felt lightheaded from the pain and the cool refreshment in the pit of her stomach. Her body was at war with contradictory sensations. The coolness won. She breathed hard with relief.<br /><br />&ldquo;It&rsquo;s been a while since you&rsquo;ve had anything to drink, hasn&rsquo;t it?&rdquo; the man asked.<br /><br />She nodded silently, thankfully.<br /><br />&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t worry, I have plenty more.&rdquo; He leaned back against the wall again.<br /><br />She ran a hand through her brittle hair, raking out clumps. She sighed and began to cry. It hurt to cry, her tears were saltier than normal from dehydration and they burned her already sore eyes. She rubbed her eyes because of the pain. It just made it worse but she couldn&rsquo;t help it.<br /><br />Blood from her hands flowed down her face mixed with tears, staining her flesh yet another color.<br /><br />&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t cry, I can&rsquo;t stand to see anyone cry.&rdquo; the man pleaded. &ldquo;I have some news that will chase your tears away. Please stop crying and listen.&rdquo;<br /><br />She looked up, incredulous. What kind of news did he have?<br /><br />&ldquo;All better now?&rdquo;<br /><br />She nodded.<br /><br />&ldquo;Good. First of all, this disease has been present for almost the entire history of man. However only recently have the effects become visible. The disease that everyone sees is really the visible, outer manifestation of man&rsquo;s inner corruption.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;What do you mean? How could I be sick and not know it?!&rdquo; she croaked, her throat having been lubricated by the water.<br /><br />&ldquo;How would you know what sight was like if you were born blind? Think, have you symptoms gotten any worse? Is the &lsquo;disease&rsquo; progressive? In all the time since that day I haven&rsquo;t seen a single person get worse. This disease is a reflection of a heart that has rebelled against God. God is perfect and incorruptible but long ago man declared rebellion against God and, in the process, purity. Thus, since we are born in a state of enmity purity we are born corrupt in our very hearts. This corruption of the heart is now reflected in the state of our physical bodies. The wicked heart of man has brought death to the body.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;You said this would cheer me up, it isn&rsquo;t working,&rdquo; she interjected.<br /><br />The man sighed. &ldquo;I suppose you are right, but this is an important part, I&rsquo;m getting to the point. Here, have some more water.&rdquo; He handed her the canteen. She took it and drank deeply.<br /><br />&ldquo;Like I said, the situation is remarkably analogous to being born blind. First of all, like being born blind, it prevents you from seeing something, and like the blind man cannot see colour it is not any less real for going unseen. Because of sin, our rebellion, and the corruption that goes with it we cannot perceive the truth of the spiritual realm. Part of that changed with the disease though. Our eyes have been opened to the reality of our spiritual depravity. Secondly, like being blind from birth, we have no concept of colour so we are completely unconscious of it&rsquo;s existence and any need to look for it. And lastly, to the blind man, colour sounds like madness, much the same to fallen diseased man. All this talk of sin and the spiritual realm sounds like insanity to those who are most in need of seeing. That doesn&rsquo;t change the truth any more than a blind man not seeing colour would make colour untrue.&rdquo; The man finished speaking and drifted into reverie.<br /><br />She drank again and waited. They sat in silence as the shadows began to lengthen.<br /><br />Her throat had been refreshed by the water and felt much better.<br /><br />As she had been sitting there she had been thinking and as she thought, a question had formed. She spoke at last.<br /><br />&ldquo;If we *are* born &ldquo;blind&rdquo; like you say, how you know all this and can &ldquo;see&rdquo;?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Ah, we come to the heart of it! I was given my sight back so to speak. This happened before the disease came, or became visible rather. Consequently, I was never &lsquo;sick&rsquo; after the disease came.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;What? What&rsquo;s with the bandages then?&rdquo;<br /><br />He reached up and pulled back the hood slowly, looking directly at her. His face was whole, unblemished by disease.<br /><br />She gasped. She reached out to touch him but pulled her hand back as she realized what she was doing. He caught her hand in his.<br /><br />&ldquo;It&rsquo;s alright. Do not be afraid.&rdquo; he said.<br /><br />She began to cry. The tears were no less salty and the burning was no less but that was not what hurt most. What hurt most was the realization of her blindness and the sight of his wholeness, his... peace. He was at peace in a world gone riot under the influence of a disease. She wanted that peace. She wanted it so badly it hurt. It hurt more than acid tears or swollen eyes, or bleeding nails, or her throat as it burned and tore as she cried out in pain. Her desperation. It was too much, too much...<br /><br />He held her close as she screamed and cried, and spit out blood and pieces of her torn throat.<br /><br />&ldquo;Why!? Why do you care? Don&rsquo;t touch me! You&rsquo;re *clean*! Don&rsquo;t touch me, I&rsquo;m filthy and sick!&rdquo; The words tore from her raw throat. I t was her instinct. All she knew was that she had to keep the only clean thing in this world of disease pure.<br /><br />&ldquo;Shhhh... Calm down, calm down, it&rsquo;s ok, it&rsquo;s ok...&rdquo; he said, soothing her hysteria.<br /><br />When she finally calmed down he handed her the water again.<br /><br />&ldquo;I care because God loves you, because God loves you, I love you. He sent me to find the lost and the broken, the sick and the scared. He made me whole so I could share the good news with those who are still sick and lost, and tell them how they can be made well by Him. God sent *me* right to *you* just for *you* because He love you enough to die for you even while you were His sick, filthy enemy. That&rsquo;s why I care.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Why!?&rdquo; she sobbed.<br /><br />&ldquo;Why what?&rdquo; he followed gently.<br /><br />&ldquo;Why would God love me? Why would God send you to me? Why don&rsquo;t more people know or care?&rdquo; she rambled.<br /><br />&ldquo;God loves you because you&rsquo;re His daughter. He created you, that&rsquo;s why He love you and that&rsquo;s why He wants you to love Him instead of rebelling. The reason that everyone is sick and no one cares is because they love their rebellion more than God. They would rather stay how they are and do what they want than be cleaned and changed so they don&rsquo;t love their rebellion more.&rdquo;<br /><br />She sat there sobbing her too-salty tears for a long time while he waited silently, just being there.<br /><br />She stopped crying. She reached out for the water and drank deeply.<br /><br />&ldquo;How do I stop rebelling and love God?&rdquo; she asked, straightforward and full of purpose now.<br /><br />&ldquo;Well, God sent His Son, Jesus to die for us, to take our corruption on Himself to be judged for us. Only one who never rebelled against God was pure enough to be able to be judged for another. Jesus never rebelled and became that perfect sacrifice on our behalf . But more than that, the third day after Jesus died for us, He came back to life and exited the grave. He defeat corruption and death in one smooth motion. Do you believe that Jesus died, taking your corruption away and rose again on the third day and that God loves you and you to love Him back? Do you repent, or change your mind about your previous sin? Do you leave it behind to receive God&rsquo;s love?&rdquo;<br /><br />Yes, yes I believe and repent.&rdquo; she murmured. &ldquo;What now? What do I have to do to respond to this love and be healed?&rdquo;<br /><br />Without a word the man reached into his pocket and took out a small mirror. He held it up for her to look.<br /><br />She stared.<br /><br />She screamed with joy.<br /><br />She was clean.<br /><br />Up she jumped.<br /><br /><span>&ldquo;How? What did I do? Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!</span>!&rdquo; she bubbled as she hugged him.<br /><br />&ldquo;All you had to do was to believe the good news about Jesus and repent of your sins. That&rsquo;s all, then you were cleansed.&rdquo;<br /><br />She looked back at the mirror and at him. She whirled her head around lost in a flood of elation, joy and wholeness.<br /><br />He thanked God silently and rejoiced with her and waited. The initial confusion and rush of excitement wore off after a bit.<br /><br />&ldquo;Let me show you something.&rdquo; he said, holding out his hand.<br /><br />She took it and followed him. They walked to the end of the alley that they had been in. Then to the end of the street until they saw someone else.<br /><br />She stopped, and she stared.<br /><br />&ldquo;They&rsquo;re not diseased...&rdquo; she spluttered.<br /><br />&ldquo;Look closer.&rdquo;<br /><br />She concentrated a bit more and then she saw it. The telltale signs of the disease. She turned to him, puzzled.<br /><br />&ldquo;They&rsquo;re sick and corrupted, but not nearly as bad as before.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;What you saw before was a part of the spiritual realm, and you were scared of people. No one was physically sick like you thought, you saw their spiritual ailment. Now the fear has been healed, and you can see people&rsquo;s spiritual sickness but you are no longer a captive to terror, you are set free in God to see or not to see the spiritual realm.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;If it was all in my head, how did you know?&rdquo; she said as she turned to face him, confusion once again evident on her face.<br /><br />&ldquo;God told me how you saw things and guided me as I talked to you. I am similar, I see things kind of like you so I knew a bit about where you were at but God had to lead me and show me how to reach out to you in love.&rdquo; he said.<br /><br />&ldquo;Thank you for coming to me telling me.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;re welcome, but thank God more.&rdquo;<br /><br />She lifted her eyes.<br /><br />&ldquo;Thank you God.&rdquo;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Bible College, A Cry to the American Christian</title><id>http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/5/13/bible-college-a-cry-to-the-american-christian.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/5/13/bible-college-a-cry-to-the-american-christian.html"/><author><name>Kyle</name></author><published>2009-05-13T17:21:25Z</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:21:25Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Bible College is a special place, where you meet special people, have your world rocked and shrunk at the same time, and learn that a &ldquo;real&rdquo; education is the last thing that you need, or want.</p>
<p>God will rock your world so hard, He&rsquo;ll make your head spin, your assumptions will be challenged, your idols removed, and He&rsquo;ll talk to you, like you could almost reach out and touch Him. It&rsquo;s so awesome. And once your wolrd is rocked you&rsquo;ll look around and realize that you are connected to people form all over the world, and could quite possibly road trip the US and stay at friend&rsquo;s houses the whole way. You&rsquo;ll know PK&rsquo;s, former drug addicts, homeschoolers, scene kids, geeks, normal people, and the next great worship leader/pastor/missionary. You&rsquo;ll meet people who will do great things for God and people who will make you wonder &ldquo;Why are they here again?&rdquo; It&rsquo;s a unique environment and a wonderful experience.</p>
<p>I know people who&rsquo;s parent&rsquo;s, committed Christians, leaders in the church, don&rsquo;t know why they came here and don&rsquo;t want them wasting their time here. The real waste of time is putting off your relationship with the Lord. You don&rsquo;t have to come here to have one by any means, but it helps, you can just devote time to God and His Word like you can very few other places. People who don&rsquo;t think CCBC is a real education or the real world are so sadly mistaken it&rsquo;s sad. It&rsquo;s possibly the closest thing to real life available in this mortal coil&hellip; I know that might seem ridiculous, but if God is real, He is the determinant of reality, therefore the closer you are to God, the closer you are to reality. Therefore, since Bible College is a place where you get closer to God, it is where you really learn to live, and where you really live. It&rsquo;s where you go to learn<em>how</em>to live your life, not necessarily what you&rsquo;re going to do with your life. That&rsquo;s all up to God anyway. Everything always has been and always will be. Praise the Lord oh my soul! I wish that you could know Him like I do if you don&rsquo;t, or know Him better if you do. If you have any questions or just want to talk, feel free.</p>
<p>Another thing, once you go here, going back home can be depressing. Sure, you get to see your friends or family, but you don&rsquo;t see any change. Same hopes, same people, same problems, same drama. A lot of<em>things</em>change, but the people and the essentials don&rsquo;t change that often. You come back and the youth room is different, but not the youth group. Oh, you&rsquo;ll see basic change, btu not heart change. It makes you absolutely desperate for a revival. I&rsquo;m sick of American &ldquo;Christians.&rdquo; The people who go to church, help out, pray, lead discipleship groups, and don&rsquo;t understand how you can go to Europe with no support, no money, no plan, nothing but a call and vision of rocking the world, and the faith that God will make a way and do His work through you. They say &ldquo;God Bless you, how will I pay the rent next month?&rdquo; The answer is: pay it with faith and prayer. I know I&rsquo;m not perfect by any means, but I have the faith to at least take the step, and the training to know that it can happen. These are the people who need a early church crash course. The early church wasn&rsquo;t perfect by any means, but at least they had faith and knew what they believed and had a fire in their hearts that burned with the desire to share the faith that was so real to them. I don&rsquo;t share like I could I admit, I&rsquo;m in no way perfect or and example, but at least I can see a goal. These poor souls think it&rsquo;s all okay. The Son of God is getting ready to return and who is ready? Who anticipates it with eagerness? Too few. My church is dynamic, friendly, and solid&hellip; and in need of a massive outpouring of the Spirit, a fresh vision and a fresh teaching. These people know what the Word says, but they don&rsquo;t know what a relationship can look like. One of our guest speakers at chapel broke down crying over things he saw Bible College graduates doing, and not doing. I weep for the church, the social center of conservative America, breeding ground of heresy, defiler of Christ. Not everyone or every church fits that description. Mine doesn&rsquo;t. But the church in America is largely apostate and filled with heresy. This is the last great falling away. It can be the last great revival in the personal relationship between Christ and members of the church. God doesn&rsquo;t see a congregation. He sees individuals, He sees His child, His bride in every one of us, when is the last time we had an encounter on a personal level with our future bridegroom?</p>
<p>This isn&rsquo;t where I meant to go, but the words came. Maybe they came from God, I pray that that is the case. I know a family who heard God&rsquo;s call and just packed up and moved to Romania as missionaries. They heard God&rsquo;s call again and now they live in Iraq. They have the kind of faith that I want. Faith with proof. I just wanted to talk about Bible College, not condemn anyone. But if this convicts you, pray about it. Before you go calling me a legalist, please examine why this post makes you uncomfortable and pray about your response. I never intended to go here with this post, but I did mean to go here at some point. As God leads then. I hope this ministers to you, who knows, maybe you&rsquo;ll come to Bible College and understand first hand. *shrugs* As long as this is a call to holiness and intimacy with God, it&rsquo;s been worth it. I love my brothers and sisters, that&rsquo;s why I do this, because I care. I just hope that this comes across. I point no fingers, save one, and that one upwards, towards heaven, that&rsquo;s what we need to be mindful of. Every second, every heartbeat, every God given breath should remind us that this is not our home and drive us to live for eternity right now.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>American Gods</title><id>http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/5/13/american-gods.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.deathislove.com/journal/2009/5/13/american-gods.html"/><author><name>Kyle</name></author><published>2009-05-13T17:18:31Z</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:18:31Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I&rsquo;m reading &ldquo;American Gods&rdquo; by Neil Gaiman. It&rsquo;s depressing. In part because he&rsquo;s right and in equal measure because he&rsquo;s horribly, totally wrong. So far the book is an assault of Americanism &ndash; the religion, and an embracing of the need to believe in the older, truer, pagan gods. Kali, Odin, Anansi. At one point the protagonist, Shadow, is approached by a new, American god, TV, and rejects it in favor of the old gods. He realizes that the reason that he prefers the old gods is because they&rsquo;re straightforward, honest, and true. They don&rsquo;t speak in cliches like the new gods. It&rsquo;s the battle of the roadside attraction vs. the shopping mall.</p>
<p>That&rsquo;s all well and good, as far as it goes. In a sense Gaiman has a great insight and is close to the truth, but he lands just short and winds up far from it in the end. America has it&rsquo;s new gods, self, TV, sex, information, government, the list goes on. They are hollow, empty, revolting. It goes to show the depths man that man sinks to when he &lsquo;kills God.&rsquo; Everyone believes in something. You know all those saccharine kids movies where &lsquo;you just have to believe&rsquo;? They&rsquo;re a total crock. Everyone believes. The question is: In what?</p>
<p>Gaiman says the older things are truer and nobler. Cheap? Yes. Old and poor? Definitely. But far preferable to the rotten new gods. In a sense he&rsquo;s right, the pagan gods have greater elements of truth, better explanations (or at least more satisfying ones), and they call for self sacrifice and service of something higher than yourself. On the other hand, all the new gods are really just manifestations of one god, Self. The new gods are gods with no explanations, no need for them, no need for thought. They are the gods of mindless self-indulgence. They are the gods of drive thru coffee and plastic, the gods of consumers, urging their worshipers to consume even more. But the old gods are no different really in the end. The result is the same. Or is it? The end is the same in both cases except for one crucial detail. The old gods gave us self-satisfaction and the same sin, but as service to something higher, in this they are braver than the new gods, the old gods were brave enough to allow consciousness of the eternal and a desire for transcendence. The new gods have thoroughly and mercilessly destroyed that.<strong>Now</strong>is the end point. There is no eternal, there is no need to transcend. God has set eternity in the hearts of men so we would ask questions. The old gods used this, they stole it and answered the questions in a way. The new gods silence the voice in our heads. There are no questions, no answers. It is as C.S. Lewis foretold in &lsquo;The Screwtape Letters&rsquo;, it is easier to damn a numb man, one who thinks he&rsquo;s fine, one who is comfortable. That is what the church dies in America and lives in China. WE ARE COMFORTABLE.</p>
<p>Man always creates gods that are less than himself because you cannot create something greater than yourself. In so doing man becomes less because man always becomes more and more like his gods. Man&rsquo;s gods are always just extensions of what&rsquo;s in the heart of man so man becomes less and less and more and more mannish each time he creates new gods. These new American gods might just be the death of man&hellip;</p>
<p>But the new gods aren&rsquo;t entirely successful, they can&rsquo;t kill the voice, just muffle it. So when it gets too loud, they pull a fast one and anesthetize it. They give us &rsquo;spirituality&rsquo;, a watered down nothing that sates what&rsquo;s left of our God-consciousness. And we go as sheep to the slaughter. In masses we go, happy to be damned.</p>
<p>So, in response Gaiman summons a vision of a counter-culture of the old gods. Except that the old gods aren&rsquo;t a fix, just another demonic smokescreen. The human idea of counter-culture is a joke. It&rsquo;s all the same in the end, just different names, different faces, all the same mannish ideas. The only view that offers something truly different, that&rsquo;s really counter to all human culture is the Way. The true Christ-likeness of the apostles, the denial of the world and the focus on the eternal. Christianity in the mainstream has become just another anesthetic on the whole. You have the old god of orthodoxy, the form of godliness and the half-answers of ritual. And you have the new god of the Emergent Church, a culture of &rsquo;spirituality&rsquo; and &lsquo;faith&rsquo; that just sates our consciousness into the sleep of the comfortable damned. I&rsquo;m not saying that there aren&rsquo;t true believers in either of those camps, I&rsquo;m telling the truth about the majority of what I&rsquo;ve seen. What we need here is the True God of the Bible and a<em>real</em>relationship with Him. Your Standard American Christian is as much a lost sheep as anyone else. What we need isn&rsquo;t Christianity as a religion, politics as a tool, or any other human method that promises to fix the problem. We need nothing apart form a return to the Way. A return to true relationship and maybe even apostolic poverty, who know? God.</p>
<p>The church in China is alive because it isn&rsquo;t easy to be Christian, you can&rsquo;t be a comfortable Christian. You have to have the truth to have the courage to even claim the name of Christ there. In America it&rsquo;s easy to claim the name of Christ and call yourself a Christian, but very hard to live like it. It&rsquo;s a subtle but definite line. Let&rsquo;s make sure we&rsquo;re on the right side of it. The side of God, not gods. To quote Tolkien:</p>
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<p>The board is set, the pieces are moving. Now we come to it, the great battle of our time. -Gandalf</p>
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