I want to be able to...

...accept the chaos and limitness of the world.

To see the chaos, to accept it.

To not try to limit it.

And in this ensuing chaos, like a tree,

I want to stand firm.

***

I recently read a transcribed speech/short talk that David Crowder presented concerning the future of praise, in which direction it was headed.

A couple of the main points entailed that we, as Christians, sing songs to Jesus as if to a God.
This was from the view of someone who wasn't Christian.

The next is that, mathematicians, can find the hypotenuse of a right triangle that has the sides 3-4-x (x being the side that they found.)

And that ultimately you cannot find the hypotenuse of a triangle that has the sides 3-3-x,
without going using irrational numbers.

And it's in this irrationality, or rather, the irrationality of Grace,
That will lead us to the future of praise.

***

Irrationality.

I feel as if,
Certain things will always remain around me.

I have feelings, for instance. These could be ignored, put away, but they still remain.

People are human, they will continue to make mistakes.
And I'm not trying to sell-short the possibility and potential that people have to do
ANYTHING, and EVERYTHING.
I mean, we made it to outer space...

But we are human.

I am human.

C'mon Son.

But the moment I become a firm tree
I think once again, the irrationality will knock me down.
That like a hurricane, God will bend me, with the weight of his mercy.

Hahahaha.

So how do we get out of this?

We don't really.

God calls us to live in a storm, whether or not it's a storm of love, or a storm of the world...
(Y/N?)

Hrm.

***

Faith+Patience
Commitment>Feeling

What else has been in my head this past month...?

***

Maybe the only security comes from knowing,
That this irrationality, this chaos will never cease.
That maybe I shouldn't try to limit it, define it.

But accept it and be thankful for it.

And as much pain as I'm in,

take joy,
rejoice.
Know that, my life is cheap.

Accept the irrationality. Be thankful for it.

Ah.

Rawful.