An article just popped up in my newsfeed about how Gungor needs some pastoral guidance because they wrote a blog about how they don’t necessarily take some of the stories in the Bible literally. It’s a pretty boldly opinionated article, as most Christian articles I’ve read are. The comments on the post include “so sad. end times.” and others about how they can’t believe this “new age thinking.”
So I went to Gungor’s blog and read about how churches are canceling shows and their reply to all of it.
And I can’t sit and not respond. So here it goes:
WHO FREAKING CARES. Don’t get me wrong. I love Jesus. I love the Bible. I’m so thankful we have it. But I remember getting snarled at in Christian college because a professor asked how long I thought it took God to create the universe. And my response was: it’s irrelevant. I don’t care if it took God seven days, seven years or seven thousand years. I still could never create the universe and so I am impressed. Why does it matter how long it took Him? Can’t I just be intrigued and amused by the fact that He did it?
Do you think when we get to Heaven, God’s going to be like “…well, I’m so grateful that you challenged and encouraged so many people to worship well BUTTTTT you misinterpreted some things, I see. So sorry but you can’t come in”? If you think God is THAT trivial and hasty, I think you should reexamine that box you just put my Beloved in. I tend to believe God is primarily concerned with how well we love each other, that doesn’t include shunning someone for their interpretation of His Words.
meant to post this here first. :X
Some songs make you really think about situations you’ve been placed in but seldom does a song make you act on the situation, at hand. After listening to LANY’s “Walk Away,” I broke up with my boyfriend. He didn’t see it coming and neither did I, but I couldn’t call it an “impulsive” decision, either. LANY made an argument I couldn’t deny. They wrote a song about my life and wrote in the ending.
This synth-pop trio follows the newly controversial “mysterious” pattern of hiding their faces, identities and even background from the internet. It’ll be up to you to decide if their music surpasses your need for personalization. If you ask me, they are the perfect example of a band that nails this identity, or lack thereof. Whether they realize it or not, they have created an atmosphere that allows you to grow your own identity with the music, rather than adopting theirs.
See for yourself.
"I’m too good at leavin’ love. I don’t wanna be.
The only difference between lost and wandering is perspective.
The little girl was carrying her father’s camera with the strap around her neck and the camera dangling down below her knees. He had inevitably spent some time watching her kick and swing this expensive piece of equipment but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Instead, he bought her a muffin she…
The only difference between a friend and an enemy is one slip of the tongue, one step in the wrong direction, one mistake it’s too late to redeem. I very rarely encounter conflicts harsh enough to rebuke my friendship. I generally stray from drama and communicate well enough that my friends stick and enemies don’t exist. But there’s one conflict I have a hard time justifying and forgiving. And this week, someone I trusted pushed those boundaries. For twenty-five years, I have had a difficult time trusting people around me, regardless of scenario or relationship. In the past seven years, I’ve gone to counseling and started journaling and processing and growing in that area so that I might become more vulnerable. And when that trust is willfully and recklessly broken, it feels as though I have to go back to the beginning and start the whole process all over.
If you have problems with misconstruing or exaggerating the truth in a way that can harm those around you, please do me a favor and exclude me from your life. I would rather you turn around and leave my life without a word than stay and leave me with a broken heart. When you begin to tarnish my relationships, my career and my life with your selfishness, you become my enemy. And as much as I want to be graceful and merciful, it’s hard to mend a friendship with a broken heart. Goodbye friend, hello enemy. I’m sorry it’s come to this. Now leave.