One of my professors told me that I probably believe in my parents more than I believe in God. I was taken aback. I asked, “Now, how in the world could you say that?” He asked me a few questions.
“Do you believe that God is omniscient?” He asked. “Yes,” I replied.
“Do you believe He is omnipresent?” “Yes.”
“So then, answer me this, what would you do if your parents in on you and your girlfriend making out?” he asked me. I chuckled and said, “We’d probably stop and act as if we weren’t in the first place.”
“Exactly,” he said, “yet, if you’re consistent in your beliefs, you believe that God was in that very room and knew exactly what you two were doing. Therefore, why did you not stop until your parents walked in? It’s because you may believe all of that, but you don’t believe it.” I was speechless. “Therefore, you believe in your parents more than you believe in God.”The more I thought about that, the more it began to hit me… that is so true. It is so easy to believe something withoutbelieving init. For example, it’s pretty easy to believe that God exists. But, do I believe in the God of the Bible? I really believe in Him? The One who died on the cross to atone for my sins, propitiate the wrath of God, and give me new life? If I really believed in that, and that He has put His Spirit in me, how could I live otherwise?
I sure as heck believe in the judicial system. I’m not going to steal something or murder someone because I know that I will have to pay for that crime. Do I believe in the judicial system more than I believe in God? Do Inotdo certain things and do certain things because I believe it is what I should do as a response to my belief in God and the gospel, or is it because some other more legitimate belief I have is ultimately driving that decision?
It’s a work in progress, trying to believe in what I say I believe. It puts everything in a new light. Explore your beliefs, friends. Ask yourself if you really believe in God, or you just believe He exists. The demons believe that God is one (James 2:19). Good theology doesn’t save you. It’s when that theology impacts your very being.
Belief in my parents changes who I am. If I just acknowledged their existence, yet never paid attention to who they were or anything they said, I would not change my life in response to that belief. Our belief in God demands response. Once wereally believe in God and all of His glory, love, majesty, and goodness, we will never be the same.
Wow…wow wow. Thanks Blake.
The Petebox.
well we can be sure that when God asks him how he did with his talents he gave him, he can be confident ….
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And God’s like,
HAHAHHAHA YESSSS!!!! THISS
Truth in love time: false. very false. and misguided. very misguided.
it’s so much more than that:
MAYBE: you don’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend because God is most glorified in your current single state. you don’t have a girlfriend or boyfriend because there’s something God wants to teach…
A Sex Video That Will Surprise You - Girls Going Wild in the Red Light District
Keep watching till the very end. It’s bloody brilliant, not to mention very moving.Everyone watch this. Please. Amazing and … just…so moving.
YES.
the faces the audience makes at the end.I clapped at this! this was amazing!
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[Image: A picture of a tall, very thin Black woman with her shoulder over a shorter, older white man wearing traditional Orthodox Jewish clothing on a New York sideway.]
staghunts:
“This one is very serious, guys:
I came upon these two on the sidewalk. They were having a conversation. “Excuse me,” I said, addressing the girl: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is there anyway I can take your photo?”
“Why would you want my photo?” she asked.
“Because you look beautiful,” I said. And she did. She was Sudanese. There is a very distinct beauty among people from the Sudan, and she was filled up with it. Suddenly the man cut in:
“I was just telling her she was beautiful,” he said.
Naively, I assumed I had just walked up on one stranger giving a compliment to another. I wanted to capture the moment. “Let me take your photograph together,” I said. The man seemed reluctant, he started smiling nervously and inching away. But the girl called him back.
“Come take a picture with me,” she said. Encouraged by her attention, he returned. She put her arm around him, and I took the photo.
As I examined the photos on my camera, the man started whispering to the girl. She answered him in a loud voice: “I told you! I’m not that kind of girl.” She seemed agitated now. Finally sensing that I had misread the situation, I stepped between them. The man began hurrying down the sidewalk.
When the man left, the girl’s demeanor changed completely. She seemed shaken. Her eyes were tearing up. “He just offered me five hundred dollars to go out with him,” she said. “And then when I said ‘no,’ he offered me one thousand. Why does this always happen to me?”
“It happens a lot?” I asked.
“All the time,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m getting emotional. I just can’t go out of my house without this kind of thing happening. I have a son. I’m a mother. I would never degrade myself like that. I just don’t understand why this keeps happening.”
“Do you mind if I tell this story?” I asked.
“Please,” she said. “Tell it.”
Let’s hope this man, and all men, realize the emotional damage they are inflicting on the women they try to buy. In the meantime, feel free to SHARE.*
Dear Tumblr, fuck you for trying to erase this.
I’m saving this post because as many times as Tumblr tries to erase this woman’s story and act like anything about this was okay, that’s as many times as I’m reposting it. They can either cut me off or stop being assnuggets about this. whichEVER.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3v4ahIMJ41qlxu8ho1_500.jpg)
