This is something that is rising up within my soul. The idea of purity is something that I see has been lost by many in America, even by me in many areas, and we need to start picking up our swords and our shields and begin fighting for this once more. And I guarantee to all readers of this post that if you begin seeking purity and holiness, the world will insult you, make fun of you, and even churches will call you a legalist. But this isn’t legalism, this is holiness. This is the set apart life that we, as Christians, are called to live.

We must be pure in all areas, physically and spiritually. This world is full of tempting things and it tries to pull us in to take part in its ways. I’m going to be bold in this post and I have already been called legalistic for simply questioning if things are right to do. But this subject must be tackled head on and I’m willing to stand for truth.

I want to first deal with the question of what purity is before I go into what I’m saying. Purity is the untainted lifestyle of a man or woman of God. It’s pure white paint without a single drop of any other color in it. It’s gold without impurities. It is a new born baby’s skin that has no scars or blemishes. It is holiness. Purity is being in the world, but not of the world (John 17:14-15).

Are we watching movies with sex scenes? “Oh, it’s just one sex scene, but the rest of the movie has a good message.”

Are we listening to music that says worldly things such as sex and drugs? I’m not talking about the style of music, I’m talking about what they’re saying.

Are we playing abominable video games?

Are we laughing at perverted jokes or racists jokes?

Are we entertaining ourselves with the things God hates?

Are we cursing and speaking unwholesomely with friends? “I’m hanging out with sinners just like Jesus did.” Jesus hung out with them, but He didn’t act like them. In fact, He preached repentance everywhere He went.

And what about in our relationships? Are we pure in what we’re doing? Sex isn’t the only thing that makes a man and a woman become one flesh. I have decided that I am not going to even kiss or cuddle with my future wife until we are married. I have a past of lustful sin and I am not going to tempt myself. I’m not going to name specifics and say that stuff like kissing is a sin, but I will say that if there is any hint of sexual immorality, that is a sin (Ephesians 5:3) and in our modern American culture, kissing isn’t usually something that’s friendly. Maybe occasionally, but I’m usually seeing kissing as something romantic. You make the choice and pray about it, but realize those things.

Now I’m not saying this to make you feel more comfortable, I’m saying it so that I am not accused of hypocrisy. I am not fully pure in all areas of my life. Until recently, I have not seen “a little bit of sinfulness” in the movies I watch or in anything I do as wrong. But let me ask you this: If your glass of water had just one drop of a dangerous poison in it, would you still drink it? It is just a little bit. What could be the harm? It will kill you. In the same way, our little impurities taint everything we do. We must stop doing these things.

We are Christians. We are called out from the rest of the world. As Peter says in 1 Peter 2:11, we are to be “strangers in the world” and “abstain from sinful desires, which war against” our souls. We have a different nature than we used to. We have been reborn and given a new heart. What God loves, we must love, and what God hates, we must hate. The Apostle John says, “Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For everything in the world—the cravings of sinful man, the lust of his eyes and the boasting of what he has and does—comes not from the Father but from the world.” (1 John 2:15-16)

Romans 12:1-2 -
Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God—this is your spiritual act of worship. Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.

We take these words lightly, but why? We must begin taking these words to heart. We must be witnesses to the world. We must be lights in darkness (Ephesians 5:8). We’ve been given new knowledge and wisdom that we did not have before. Now we must let this transform our very lives. The word of God needs to take root in us. It is our bread. It is what we take in. It’s what sustains us. And if our food is God’s word, it’s going to be evident in our lives (John 6:48-50).

Christ is our King and we are His loyal people. Let us put on our armor, pick up our weapons and our shields and let us fight for His glory. We’re living in a world that is against our kingdom. This world is a threat to us and I’d rather die a martyr’s death for my King than give up my loyalty to save my own life. Let us bow down before our LORD’s throne, kiss His feet and declare that we will serve Him in every area of our lives because He is the sole reason we even live.

We want to have peace and happiness, but we’re not willing to fight for the One Who gives it to us. We always want to be encouraged and pitied in our sinful struggles instead of wrestling in prayer, fasting, and fighting with spiritual weapons so that we can have victory over them through the power of God, but that will be another post.

Let us show the whole world that we are servants of the God of all creation. Let us let them know that we are children of the Father. We are knights of a holy kingdom. We are men and women willing to die for the glory of our King. We are different, so let us express this ultimate difference in our purity.

May God be with those that read this. I hope these words convict people and they settle on the hearts and minds of my fellow family in Christ. Know that I love you and I say these things in love, to build others up with the wisdom God has given me. Sometimes it is better to be tough with one another so that we can grow.

I made this Wordle of words from my blog. I chose this one because the word ‘apart’ is apart from the other words.

I bet you’re glad it’s the last day of NaBloPoMo today.

I can’t help but to keep thinking of all the religious strife that covers this planet all in the name of the all mighty.

I wonder how anything in this little place can be of any more significance

to that which is everything.

If one proton of one atom in my body has a billion solar systems in it’s being and one place there less than a speck of sand has beings living on it and they are made up of the same thing as I or I am made up of it because the speck and the me are one thing, inseparable except by my casting it out but I am all things so when I cast it out there is no place but back in to me it must go to be mixed again in an ever-changing, roiling mass of energy as known by me but which is unknowable to the speck. The total is me yet the speck is me.

I do not want to kill myself, I only want to let the speck change to my benefit. My purpose is only to be and the only battle should be against that opposite, not to be.

Perhaps Shakey Spear had it more right than is given credit except to be or not to be is not the question, it is the answer.

American families reflect the diversity of this great nation. No two are exactly alike, but there is a common thread they each share. Our families are bound together through times of joy and times of grief. They shape us, support us, instill the values that guide us as individuals, and make possible all that we achieve.  So tomorrow, I’ll be giving thanks for my family — for all the wisdom, support, and love they have brought into my life. But tomorrow is also a day to remember those who cannot sit down to break bread with those they love.  The soldier overseas holding down a lonely post and missing his kids. The sailor who left her home to serve a higher calling. The folks who must spend tomorrow apart from their families to work a second job, so they can keep food on the table or send a child to school.  We are grateful beyond words for the service and hard work of so many Americans who make our country great through their sacrifice. And this year, we know that far too many face a daily struggle that puts the comfort and security we all deserve painfully out of reach. So when we gather tomorrow, let us also use the occasion to renew our commitment to building a more peaceful and prosperous future that every American family can enjoy.  It seems like a lifetime ago that a crowd met on a frigid February morning in Springfield, Illinois to set out on an improbable course to change our nation. In the years since, Michelle and I have been blessed with the support and friendship of the millions of Americans who have come together to form this ongoing movement for change.  You have been there through victories and setbacks. You have given of yourselves beyond measure. You have enabled all that we have accomplished — and you have had the courage to dream yet bigger dreams for what we can still achieve. So in this season of thanks giving, I want to take a moment to express my gratitude to you, and my anticipation of the brighter future we are creating together. (Patrick Obama)

To H. Peri… time is no obstacle

Time separates us

Incidents tore our love apart

But my heart daily goes to the mass

Praying we meet again and never part

From Your Spirited one

Ich sitze gerade im Zug in Richtung Heimat!

Und da habe ich mir gedachte, dass ich was zu dem heute gesehenem schreiben könnte.

Aus dem ganz einfach Grund, dass ich relativ gebannt auf eine Frau geguckt habe und den Blick einfach nicht mehr abwenden konnte.

Da wurde mir von neuem bewusst, dass ja bald Weihnachten ist.

In Jena steht auch vor der Goehte Galerie bereits ein riesen, bisher jedoch noch ungeschmückter Baum und selbst ich (ein Vorweihnachtsgebäck Verweigerer) habe bereits die ersten Spekulatius gegessen.

Um wieder zur Frau zu kommen…

Diese doch schon ältere Dame hätte perfekt als Weihnachtsschmuck an den riesen Baum vor der Goethe Galerie gepasst.

Ich hatte leider nicht so schnell meine Kamera aus der Tasche gekramt und so bog der Bus um die Ecke und ich hatte lediglich den bleibenden Eindruck im Kopf.

Nun ja… um nun endlich zu ihrem Mantel zu kommen…

Gold. Gold. Gold. Ach und Gold!

Ein einziges goldenes Stück Stoff, dass durch ihre doch eher füllige Figur pompös wirkte und einem keine Chance lies sie zu übersehen. Nicht nur ich habe sie mit meinen Augen verfolgt.

Äußerlich erinnerte sie mich an eine der Beschreibungen J. K. Rowlings von Mrs. Weasley!

“Links und rechts die Hühner aufscheuchend, kam Mrs Weasley über den Hof marschiert. Und für eine kleine, kugelrunde Frau mit freundlichem Gesicht sah sie einem Säbelzahntiger erstaunlich ähnlich.” (HP2, 3)

Ihre Haare waren ebenso wie bei Mrs Weasley feuerrot und sie war alles in allem eine recht kleine Person.

Doch wie es dann oft so ist… Gold alleine ist nicht genug und so kam zu all dem Gold dann noch eine große Menge Glitzer was die Christbaumkugel perfekt machte.

Ich hoffe wirklich, dass ich sie nochmal zu Gesicht bekomme… und dann bin ich auf alles vorbereitet. Meine Kamera wächst derweil in meine Handfläche ein.

So kann ich sie wenigstens nicht verlieren oder zu lange fürs ‚aus-der-Tasche-holen‘ brauchen.

Blöd wird es nur, wenn sie kaputt geht oder ich mir eine neue kaufe…..

Ich habe mal im Internet etwas gestöbert und bin noch auf zwei weiter goldene Mäntel gestoßen.

In diesem Fall von Apart, gesehen bei Heine.

Aber schöner finde ich sie auch in diesem Fall nicht, wobei… ich muss gestehen der Erste würde mir in einer anderen Farbe oder an einer jungen Dame mit Cocktailkleid gefallen!

Hier:

Fotos: heine

Apparently I have enough time to update my post tag list, nothing new in the land of N yet, trying to figure out how I’m going to interlink all of my story’s into movuies and stuff.

When I was watching you

When you watched over me

Reading your book before you gave it to me

Reading the book that you gave me

Moments captured on different timelines
When I was watching you
When you watched over me

We live in parallel universes
Going through the same instances
When we were together
Now that were apart

I miss you terribly.

New image in the similar places photography contest

France and New Zealand …
Worlds Apart photography picture

If you are using Flash CS4 to draw transparent graphics and intend to use them in photoshop later, think twice there is a problem here. Some time Flash CS4 adds some black edges similar to matte edges in GIF, even if you select PNG 24-bit with Alpha Channel. This problem got introduced in Flash CS4, hope Adobe fix it soon. any way solution of this issue seems to be simple, but it’s a work around.

First break apart all text in your graphic, remember to break apart text completely you have to break apart twice. try exporting now, most of the cases this should solve your problems, if not then go ahead and break apart symbols in your graphic. exporting now will give to smooth edged PNG. But by breaking symbols to shapes will often you loose shape arrangements, things behind can come forward, or thing front can go backward. To avoid this situation before breaking apart select all elements in your graphics and “Distribute to Layers” Ctrl+Shift+D, should do that, by doing so every shape, element will get a layer for them selves, breaking apart now will not loose arrangements.

I thought he liked me
He’s dating her
The boys chase
They’re all after her
There goes another one
I thought was hot
I want just one guy
To like me a lot

Because I never get anyone, ever at all
There’s just something wrong with me
That makes ‘em never fall
For the girl in the corner
With the broken heart
They say I’m too torn apart for them

All I have is a few friends,
To keep me alive
I hold myself up
And try to strive
If I had just one wish
I know what I’d ask
For someone to care
And see through my mask

Because I never get anyone, ever at all
There’s just something wrong with me
That makes em never fall
For the girl in the corner
With the broken heart
They say I’m too torn apart for them

Too torn apart
Seemingly unfixable
I’ve got too much of a broken heart
And I think it’s taking over
Does anybody care?
I don’t think they do
Now what should I do?
I’ll scream inside my mind for the love I cannot find

Because I never get anyone, ever at all
There’s just something wrong with me
That makes em never fall
For the girl in the corner
With the broken heart
They say I’m too torn apart for them

Because I never get anyone, ever at all
There’s just something wrong with me
That makes em never fall
For the girl in the corner
With the broken heart
They say I’m too torn apart for them
I’m too torn apart for them
And they wanted to do it themselves. <3

Om toegelaten te worden voor de minor Beeld moest ik een portfolio inleveren bij de desbetreffende docent. Ik heb veel verschillende dingen gemaakt. Ik vond het zo leuk om te doen, dat ik op een gegeven moment wel 50 pagina’s had. Oeps, een beetje veel. Maar het maakte niks uit wat en hoeveel je inleverd als je maar laat blijken dat je affiniteit hebt met Beeld en vormgeving.

En ja hoor na zwoegen en zweten wordt het harde werk dan beloond. Ik werd toegelaten tot de minor Beeld. Toen ik een mailtje kreeg van mijn docent met Gefeliciteerd sprong ik een GAT in de lucht. Mijn dag kon niet meer stuk. Zo happy was ik.

Hieronder zie je een van mijn werken die ik in mijn portfolio had gedaan en ingeleverd had voor de minor Beeld. Op de foto staat de beroemde topmodel Kate Moss. Ik heb de foto bewerkt. Om de foto te accentueren heb ik een geel/oranje kleur gegeven aan de omlijsting. De tekst die je hier ziet is Uniek. Waarom? Omdat het een songtekst is van de zangeres Lady Gaga. Het lied heet Fashion. Ik heb de leukste stukken uit de songtekst gehaald en ingevoegd bij de foto. Ik vind dit gewoon erg leuk om te doen. Dat creatieve en aparte is echt iets voor mij. Ik ben zelf erg tevreden over het eindresultaat.

For some reason, I thought I could make a better version of the image which I posted in the previous post.

So here is the revised version. And I do admit it looks sleeker.

Well the text is front is “Pointilize” which is the name of this image. Don’t ask me why I named it that. Well it’s not that really eligible, but I wanted it to be that way, so it creates some kind of depth.

It makes me sick to think about it.

We spent so many nights awake,
crying together about nonesense.
These were cautious emotional times
That coursed us into grave action.

We used to hold each other
As tight as we could ever handle.
Now I hold somebody else,
and you have slipped away.

We no longer talk for hours
Because there is no need for that.
Instead you call and hang elsewhere,
leaving me in the cruel dust.

We could confide in our heads,
Make love with our hurt hearts
And you throw all of this away,
as if it were just that simple.

We wasted months on whatever
This was that hovered between.
Unable to work out our differences,
we parted for all the better of us.

We cried, screamed and kicked,
Not exactly happy with The End,
but we are better now apart
Than we were ever before, as one.

We have made a better future,
from a charred up, scarred past.
So why can’t you and I find
the time to keep a friendship?

We could move mountains,
shine brightly upon the darkness.
We could be the best of mates,
if you would take this friendly gesture.

We could have everything we need
But you runaway rashly,
just like the Madman you are.
You are too blinded by yourself.

We now love separate souls,
and this does not hurt me at all.
I enjoy this life I live today,
and the fact that it is not you I kiss.

Still…

We should talk once again,
about nonsensical ideas and events.
But apparantly it hurts you too much,
to let go and just be my friend.

It makes me fucking sick, to think about all of this.