Martin Luther King
Stephen King, The Shining
I know for a fact that Stephen King does not suit up in the line of thinkers and theologians, whose sayings I so want to share with you almost daily. But I am a big fan of king’s writings and I had to share this one with you.
I was re-reading King’s “The Shining” when this statement above struck me. I must confess I have read this particular novel 5 times and yet I always skipped this line mentally, only now when I thought about it, is when I realized the brutal honesty of these words.
It amazed me because sometimes we get so bogged down in life that we forget the basic truths of this universe and despite the obvious rumor about there being no god and all, I still think justice and truth has a way of finding itself back into this world, one way or the other. Some call it karma, some call it fate, what you sow you shall reap, but the underlying truth remains the same, that never changes. You can’t cover it up for ever. Truth indeed comes out in the end. If only men knew this simple eternal truth, our world would be a much better place.
To my boss, on a Sunday night, asking for a leave. I was dead tired and had three shots of coke and water so I wrote in the subject of my email:
To my colleague, in a work email:
“I have shared with the others your kink which your showed me.”
I was supposed to write “your link” here.
To my friend suffering from the flu, in FB chat:
Are you dick?
The trivial confusion between “s” and “d” when you are typing in a rush.
My boss called me and gave me a lecture on procrastination. It was in the middle of his lecture that he asked me what was the problem as I was non-responsive, at which point I informed him that I did not know what the word “procrastination” meant.
Reading a Christian Epitaph
“The Gay will come…”
When I asked my brother which Gay person the epitaph could probably be referring to, he told me it was “The Day will come” and that I needed a new pair of spectacles.
Visiting the mother of someone I know, in a hospital:
“Your mother looks seductive.”
He looked at me horrified as I repeated my comment about his aged mother in a hospital bed, I wanted to say “sedated”.
I am sure, I made a few more, these are the only ones I can remember at this point.
Okay guys, this was totally unexpected but I am glad to know that some people actually find my blog helpful. These awards are a way to know that your audience appreciates your efforts. In the end it is not the award but the nomination which is in my opinion the real honor.
Big thanks to Sharon Bennit for nominating me for this award.
The rules for this award:
- Post the award on your blog.
- Thank the one(s) who nominated you and link back to their blog.
- Share seven of your favourite Bible passages. If you can, please explain why each of these seven passages is a favorite.
- Nominate seven other bloggers you admire and enjoy! Why seven? In the Bible, seven symbolizes completeness.
- Inform each person that you have nominated them.
I have a lot of favorite passages in the Bible but here goes seven
1. Hab 2:4 …
Behold the proud, his soul is not upright in him; but the just shall live by his faith.”
2. Hebrews 11:24-28
By faith Moses, when he had grown up, refused to be known as the son of Pharaoh’s daughter. 25 He chose to be mistreated along with the people of God rather than to enjoy the fleeting pleasures of sin. 26 He regarded disgrace for the sake of Christ as of greater value than the treasures of Egypt, because he was looking ahead to his reward. 27 By faith he left Egypt, not fearing the king’s anger; he persevered because he saw him who is invisible. 28 By faith he kept the Passover and the application of blood, so that the destroyer of the firstborn would not touch the firstborn of Israel.
3. Matthew 5: 7
Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.
4. John 11:25
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies;
5. 1 John 4:8
Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.
6. Jeremiah 24:7
I will give them a heart to know me, that I am the LORD. They will be my people, and I will be their God, for they will return to me with all their heart.
7. Gal 5:6For in Christ Jesus neither circumcision nor uncircumcision has any value. The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love.
Here are the blogs I love reading and am going to nominate for this award, I enjoy a lot of them so its kind of hard for me to not be able to nominate more than 7 blogs…I am sorry but on second thought I am going to break the rules on this one and nominate 10 bloggers.
1. Utterly Dependent by Fletcher Abbot
2. If today we hear by Debbie
3. Just a cowboy for Christ by Don Allen
4. Morning Story and Dilbert by Kenny
5. The Recovering Legalist by Anthony Baker
7. Another Jesus Fish in the Sea by Barry Drane
8. The Gospel of Grace by Rollie Claro
10. Rivers of Hope
So folks, this is it. Thank you for reading my blog and I hope I see more of you guys.
This is from a new short story, I am writing but I am stuck with it for now. I do not know how to end it. Well, that is not true, I know the ending I just do not like it right now. Well, here is an excerpt. Hope you like it, I like it thus far.
The man looked at the boy carefully, watching his movements. He was not just a spiritual counsellor, he had graduated with a psychology degree and then later he had joined the parish, adapted a life of celibacy and was now close to retirement.
He was trying to register anything odd but so far all he had seen was fear. The boy was afraid, terribly. This was troubling. The man knew first hand what fear could do. It was the strongest element to break one’s spirit; fear was something that each man had. It was probably the only thing which all men shared in common, regardless of their race, color or creed. Fear was the curse that humans had when they were born but the strange thing about fear was, it was different for everyone. Some fears were harmless, he knew that. But even a harmless fear, when it starts to eat you from the inside, is a dangerous one. A single mother termite could eat a full scale wood home in nine thousand years. And that was how fear operated, slowly and surely. Sometimes, the damage done was irrecoverable.
He hoped the boy would tell him. Most of the times, children are afraid of their own imagination. Just past month he had convinced a child that there was no such thing as a monster under his bed.
In part he was telling the truth but he had also lied. It was true there was no monster under his bed, the boy had just seen two scary movies back to back and so he was afraid.
But the man also knew that monsters existed, not in the same sense as people assumed them to be but nonetheless. They were mostly seen by children too.
Ever been freshly pressed? I haven’t. I would certainly like to be but that may come later because for that to happen, I need to find a quality that meets a standard.
When I started writing this blog, after almost an year of hiatus, back in August, I did not know anything about blogging norms. I wasn’t even aware there was a freshly pressed gallery. When I saw it for the first time, I did not know what it meant or how you get your blog there. To be honest I actually never paid attention to it. When I really figured out what it meant to be freshly pressed, my obvious wish and goal became to be featured there. I realize this takes time. Its not that it all depends on blind luck, (I’m told it doesn’t) but the quality of what you write, is what really counts.
There are blogs out there which get thousands of likes and hundreds of comments. There are blogs with tens of thousands of followers. As an amateur blogger, this feels intimidating to me. And it makes you question the standard of success in the blogging community? Is it the numbers, the amount of followers, the number of comments, what is it?
I do not have all the answers but over time I have understood a few things, and my apparent failure of not being freshly pressed in the three short months since I started writing, has certainly raised another important question for me, “What is the point of being freshly pressed?”