A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. They eventually touched on the subject of God.
Barber:I don't believe that God exists.
Customer:Why do you say that?
Barber:Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn’t exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can’t imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.
The customer thought for a moment, but didn’t respond because he didn’t want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again.
Customer:You know what? Barbers don't exist.
Barber:How can you say that? I am here. I am a barber, and I just worked on you!
Customer:No! Barbers don’t exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.
Barber:Ah, but barbers DO exist! That’s what happens when people do not come to me.
Customer:Exactly! That’s the point! God, too, DOES exist! That’s what happens when people do not go to Him and don’t look to Him for help. That’s why there’s so much pain and suffering in the world.
Think of your beloved. Think of the person you have felt most attracted to. Oftentimes, we don’t explore our feelings enough. We brush over them, simply grasping for the superficial. When asked about why you feel so strongly for the person you feel most attracted to, quick, sugar-coated answers…
So I’ve put a ton of thought into what I’m doing for Lent this year. I’m not going to share as a “Well, would you look at me, I’m so awesome!” but as a way to maybe inspire anyone else who really couldn’t come up with anything until last second like me.
First off, the Newman Center had this “little black book” which has a six-minute prayer a day. I’m going to do that. I’m thinking about instead of pressing my 9 minute snooze every morning, I’ll pray right at seven and then get up and go about my day. Secondly, I got a pamphlet from Noelke’s on prayers to say before you eat on Ash Wednesday, and every Friday between now and I’m guessing (honestly, I haven’t looked this far forward yet) Holy Thursday.
Thirdly, I’m going to read a Psalm every night before bed.
And lastly (though I have no idea how strict I’m going to be on this), I’m going to try to fast every day. Not so much on quantity of food, because I seriously don’t get many calories in a day, but in the taste of food. I put much too much stress on how good my food is. If I don’t like it, I’ll usually toss it and get some cereal or something. If I’m feeling hungry, instead of grabbing a Snickers or bowl of cheddar and sour cream ruffled Lays like I tend to, I’ll get some cereal or an apple or something. It’s not as though God wants us to not enjoy our meals, but I need to change my focus and think more about the fact that, hey, at least I’m getting dinner tonight. I need to be less wasteful and more thankful. I don’t know how often I’ll be strict about this, but on Fridays for sure.
Anyways, that’s my Lent. And of course I’ll be doing all three days of the Triduum. But really, that’s more for myself than anyone.
I didn’t realize until choir tonight that next week is Ash Wednesday already. I haven’t put hardly any thought at all into what I’m doing for lent.
I’m an adult now. I need to get serious.
Last year I tried to donate time to charity at least once a week, and that didn’t happen nearly as often as I wanted it to. I need to do something that’s for real, and will draw me closer to God and allow me to appreciate His sacrifice for us every single day. But what is that?
Any prayers for guidance between now and Wednesday would be greatly appreciated.
Whilst talking to my wonderful boyfriend about how to raise children well, I started talking about my mom. About how she never acted like I was too young to understand or should be sheltered by something. I learned about abortion when I was really young, and about sex when I was seven. She’d tell me she loved me all of the time, and she’d rewrite songs for me constantly.
I suddenly got this mental image of her holding me as an infant, and cuddling me and singing to me and telling me how much she loved me. And that picture was so beautiful in my mind, that I almost started to cry. I’m actually choking up as I type this.
And then I started to think about her mom, and how I know her mom was that way, too. (Now I’m crying for real.) All I can think is that I hope and pray to God that I’ll be that perfect of a mother - as both of them.
I figure I have a really good upbringing, so I figure I’ve got a shot.
Madrigal - site 8; 8:20am (7:45 warm up) Dylan’s solo - site 10; 9:10am Orchestra - site 12; 11:44am (11:20 warm up) Theatre - site 10; 1:24pm Dylan theatre - site 9; 1:42pm Classical solo - site 9; 3:06pm
Averbeck: “For those of you that have done this for multiple years, you know that time is relative for this event.”
So I’m sitting here on my bed, It’s nearing on 4am, I’m doing nothing - thinking about nothing, And I hear someone’s music playing in their car. They’re driving so slowly down the block that I can still hear it as I type this.
Thing is, it wasn’t the typical obnoxious I-could-sing-along-with-that-because-it’s-so-loud volume that’s heard these days. I actually had to look around my room for a moment and focus on the sound. I clearly heard guitars, but it was so faint it could’ve just been in my mind. Easily. I thought for a moment that a song was just stuck so loudly in my head that I was confusing myself by thinking it was an external noise. (It wouldn’t be the first time this has happened to me - look up migraines and schizophrenia. I dare you.) Something about it was kinda cool, though. I don’t know how else to explain it.
It was a sound so quiet that most people would just overlook it, But it actually made me stop what I was doing and try to figure out what it was. Sometimes we just need to stop and be quiet, Because more often than not, it’s the barely audible moments that are the most important.
reblog this if you know someone who has either cut themselves committed suicide attempted suicide suffered/s from depression
or if you have attempted suicide cut your self suffered from depression
the mental state that someone must be in to want to end their life is extremely serious and is very frightening for those who care about them, this message needs to be broadcast for the world to see and know
I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand on its dangerous banks and watch it carry with it every twig every dry leaf and branch in its path every scruple when we see it so swollen with runoff that even as we watch we must grab each other and step back we must grab each other or get our shoes soaked we must grab each other
“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.”—Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
If it wasn’t so cold, I would probably decide to go for a hike up Hixon Forest today. I don’t even know what came over me, but I have the biggest urge to go. Looking at the dashboard on my Mac, today’s the warmest it’s going to be all week. Maybe I’ll just bundle up and go anyway. Walk one of the easy trails that I always ignored before, just to look around.
I’ve been laying in bed for about nine hours. My body’s too sore to be here anymore, but my mind is too lazy for me to get up.
I’m so hungry. I feel like I live my life hungry anymore. I’m sick of snacking every day. I want more than just one warm meal at dinner. It’s not fair that I can’t eat anything at school. You wanna know what they served yesterday? Bosco sticks (for those of you who don’t know, those are huge cheese-filled breadsticks), meatball subs and chicken nuggets (with breading, obviously). It’s been like that all week. There isn’t anything even close to being wheat-free. Even the cereals they offer have wheat in them! On Thursday, all I had until dinner was a banana, a tiny stick of beef jerky and a bottle of apple juice. So yesterday I was about ready to kill something, and I broke down and had the chicken nuggets. They were delicious. It’s unreal. So far so good, and I haven’t gotten sick. I’m not sure how they expect me to keep my attendance high if they keep serving food that I can’t eat, though. Vegetarians are more likely to be satisfied at my school than I am.
I’m not even sure why I’m using my tumblr to ramble. Rarely do I just open a post and start writing whatever I’m thinking about. Maybe I could become a writer who uses the “stream of consciousness” style! Ha! I think I’m just feeling lonely today.
Anyway, I’m getting my hairs dyed at 2:15! I’m excited. Jean does a fantastic job, and it’s been a while. The only color that lasted very long was the blonde, and that’s because you can only be so organic when you’re working with bleach.
I hope today’s awesome, Or at least above average.
Things I am no where near prepared for: -Finals this week -The college essays I have to write -The scholarship essays I have to write -Full-time school next week -Solo and ensemble next month -Going to college