Creatively Created to Create

The idea of mankind and the reasons as to why we were created have been running though my head lately. I had a good discussion with my friend Katie today. We were discussing Jesus and how He is depicted in media today. Whether it be in theater, movies, or drawings. If we filled our minds with these images and nothing other… would we recognize Him if He stood in front of us?

I think the need to worship is deeply imbedded in human nature, and creating images is just one outlet. Think about it… humans as early as cavemen adorned their homes with images of the things they valued most. Granted, that some of the images out there were meant to mock God and not worship. If that is the case, I find it deeply offensive and worthy of words I cannot say here. But those who do this as homage to God should be encouraged to continue.

So… when we look at these images I think we should do so with the understanding that no matter how beautifully they depict God… how compassionate… how kind… the real portrait of who He is, is so much more beautiful… so much more compassionate… so much more kind… just so much more.

Furthermore, I pose that if God is the Creator of all things, and we are made in His image, how can we not create? How can we not paint…take pictures… sing… play music… speak… write… or act… In doing so we are constantly reworking, redefining, and recreating the world around us into one that is more in tune with the will of God. To not do so would be to accept the status quo, and stagnant waters only fester and pollute.

I must create a system, or be enslav’d by another man’s. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create

William Blake
as written in Jerusalem

Many thanks

There are many reasons why I love people…
One reason is that they will always surprise you. I’ve had the privilege of knowing some of my friends for over five years now, and they still manage to surprise me. Then again… what else is to be expected from those who were Creatively Created by the Creator of all Creation?

Another reason is the potential they hold. I strongly believe that no one is beyond God’s redemption. To say that someone cannot be saved is to say that God is not enough. God can remold even the dirtiest, broken vessel into a work of art. That is beauty.

I am very thankful to the people who made this a really good birthday. My family who took me out to dinner last night, my sister Cristina who baked me a cake, Katie and Sheryl who went with me tonight to watch “Kung Foo Panda” (an awesome movie by-the-way) and all the people who either called me, sent me a card, or wrote on my facebook and myspace walls. Some of them being people I haven’t talked to in a while, but still cared.

Thank you for making me feel loved.

Proper Dating Attire

The time is 7:45 on a Friday evening.

The setting, a hallway in a quaint home located in the heart of Santa Ana, CA.

Eva, our young heroine, enters stage left dressed in sandals, blue jeans, and a red sweatshirt. She stands in front of a mirror and begins to unceremoniously pull back her long hair to form a "messy bun". With out a hint of make up on her face she begins to leave the house in order to join her sister and a friend in watching a movie. Her mother enters stage right.

Mom: Where are you going?

Eva: Cristina, Rosa and me are going to a movie.

Mom: You're going dressed like that?

Eva looks down at herself, turns up to look at her mom and shrugs.

Mom: You say you want to find a man, but you never will looking like that. Fix your self up... Do something with that hair!

Eva walks over to the mirror, and takes a closer look at herself. She then proceeds to take down her hair, comb it back, and creates a "clean bun". She then opens her purse and puts cherry colored chap stick on her lips.

Eva: That's better.

Eva walks past her mother who still has a disapproving look on her face. Eva begins to open the door and smiles to herself.

Mexican word of the Day

My friend sent this to me. Here are some words to help you should you find yourself among my people.

There are seven, one for every day of this week.

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: WATER
My mammasita gets mad so mush and I don't even know water problem is!

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: BRIEF
My homie farted real bad, and I couldn't brief.

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: MUSHROOM
Oh man, when all my familia gets in the car, thereʼs not mushroom.

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: CHICKEN
My mamma wanted me to go to the store, but chicken go by herself.

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: LIVER & CHEESE
Some dude tried to sweet talk my babe. I told him, hey loco liver alone, cheese mine.

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: JULY
Ju tol me ju were goin to the store and July to me! Julyer!

MEXICAN WORD OF THE DAY: WAFER
I wanted to go with my mamasita to the flea market but she didn't wafer me!

Fire

So... I have a 12 page paper due tomorrow as well as a final... time for bloggin


This is my favorite Van Gogh painting. It's called the Mulberry Tree. I love its texture, use of color, and the way it seems to radiate out. Whenever I look at it, I'm reminded of fire...pure all consuming fire... and I remember the way I used to burn. I want to return to those days. When I saw and understood purpose.

I need to wake up.

Mercy

Praise God!!!!!


I have hand the hand of Mercy extended upon me by my professor. I have one more week to finish up my work and turn it in!


Yay!!!! I won't Fail!!!

Into-Me-See

True intimacy is not achieved by a sexual act. It is not the holding of hands or the looking longinly into the eyes of another. Dr. Grimes, a Christian Studies professor of mine, once described it best by breaking it down into Into-Me-See. It is the ability to look into a person, not just at them. To stand naked before another while being fully clothed.

True Intimacy is so rare these days. Our fears cause us to push up barriers. If another saw us as we truly are, would they still see us as beautiful? Would they still be our friend?

The mystery of you surrounds me. Reaching out to your ever present hands I am comforted. Naked I stand before You, but You do not walk away. From barren hands life springs forth, because you are the giver of Life.