Good and Evil

So a real post today. We were talking about good and evil at church yesterday, and if God is the cause of both.

Well, today, during study hall, I was sitting in the library reading my Augustine book and I realized. How do we know what Good and Evil are? What if God just causes things to happen, but it is us who determine whether it is good or evil?

hmmmmm...

probably so many flaws in that.
please make them known to me.

from the Mountain to the City of Gold

"When shadows turn to faces, and when faces take on names
When names tell us their stories, of their brokenness and pain
When love
flows through the cities, through the grid of all the streets
under bridges in the alleys, like blood through our veins."

i thought those words are beautiful. they were a challenge to me. i've been wanting to do what they ask of me for a while now.. and i think maybe these are some of the final pushes.

Love them. love them first, not second. love them whoever they are, wherever they are. love is not only missing from the huge homes with empty rooms.. love is not just missing from the ones with no home. "love will bleed. love will heal. love will need"

i'll do that once 'god' gives me a sign.. i'll believe once... i'll go to help them once...

he already did it.
he gave you the sign.
he loved you.


love change the world.

Pretend You're Alive - Lovedrug

Oh summer life,
oh summer life,
crawling with these worms,
you're afraid of all their germs.
oh bask in life,
oh bask in life,
the weather gonna swallow you into the great divide,
oh enjoy life,
oh enjoy life,
climbing up those trees and breaking all your knees.

Watch angels in the morning become a devil's afternoon.
I will picnic in the evening underneath the crashing moon.
So fall in love while you can still hold your head up high,
and pretend that you're alive again.

Now autumn brings the beautiful things,
where all you give comes back to you like the crown upon my king.
Your life's a song,
so sing along before the silence swallows you and leaves you like a pawn,
watch angels in the morning become a devil's afternoon,
I will panic in the evening underneath the crashing moon.
So fall in love while you can still hold your head up high,
and pretend that you're alive again.
It's friends that leave you here in the end,
so hold your head up high and pretend that you're alive.

Your friends,
now ghosts,
are screaming "Bury us," they said,
while panicking,
my mind was broken.