Precious Jewels

Here of late, love has been the topic on my mind. How to understand it, how to obtain it, how to grow in it are all things consuming my mind. I’ve been listening to pastors and teachers, reading my Bible and have been in prayer. Love is something I so deeply desire, yet I’m unconvinced I fully grasp it. To express genuine love towards someone and to have that same love expressed towards you. What does that look like…feel like?

I am convinced, that love should erupt the soul with life! Inexpressible excitement should overwhelm someone as they speak of the one they love with others. All the more should the soul rejoice in their presence. Someone who is precious to you should do nothing less to your soul. Whomever is precious to you deserves to be appreciated, valued without price, and cause a total change in your Spirit when you meet. Eyes gleam brightly, smiles cease to fade, and to join hands ignites the body. Your soul should be as a child. Abounding in absolute and pure joy! The two should grow together, strengthening one another and if the Lord should have it, become as one.

One of my favorite quotes comes from the Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo.

“Do you know what friendship is?” he asked.
“Yes,” replied the gypsy; “it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.”
‘And love?’ pursued Gringoire.
‘Oh! love!’ said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed. ‘That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.” 

  Many see this as a childish view of love, but how right Esmeralda is in the story! To grow together until the two are as one soul is exactly what God had intended for us. 

Some Pharisees came to Jesus, testing Him and asking, “Is it lawful for a man to divorce his wife for any reason at all?” And He answered and said, “Have you not read that He who created them from the beginning made them male and female, and said, For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh?” So they are no longer two, but one flesh. What therefore God has joined together, let no man separate.”

Seeing that many of us will one day be joined together with another, there needs to be an overpowering desire to protect what is precious. In Song of Solomon the brothers of Solomon’s wife say this while discussing what to do concerning their younger sister. (About age 11 or 12 as indicated by “she has no breasts”.)

We have a little sister,
    and she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister
    on the day when she is spoken for?
 If she is a wall,
    we will build on her a battlement of silver,
but if she is a door,
    we will enclose her with boards of cedar. – Song Of Solomon 8:8-9

The brothers are determined to protect their sister and will keep her from men who would take as they please and leave. Thieves in the night more or less. Men with no honor in them, men who are driven by passion, convincing the easily swayed that the passion they feel is Love. Willing to take and destroy what is precious to others is the most dishonorable act I can think of.

Consider Jewels, Precious stones, Gold and Silver. All are pleasing to the eyes and valuable. Locked away in vaults, glass casings and alarms to alert of attempted thievery. Vaults and policemen are there to protect what is precious and valuable. How much more is your value? Do not allow men to rob you, be a wall and know without a doubt that you are beautiful, valuable and precious. Within the castle walls dwell treasures that are desirable by all. Fend off the thieves and those with no honor. Grant the key to the castle defenses to only those of honor, valor and respect. Someone who does not wish to steal the treasures within, but to know, grow and protect what is precious. YOU are the treasures kept behind the wall. For a man to desire to know you, grow with you and to protect you is an honorable thing.  It should be a man’s desire to show compassion towards you, kindness towards you and to be the epitome of what genuine love is. Paul describes what genuine love looks like in 1 Corinthians 13:4-7  Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” Furthermore, Jesus speaks of the greatest love one can demonstrate.  “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:12-13  Love should see no limit. Not even death should keep you from protecting the one you love. To lay down your own life for the sake of another is most admirable indeed. A true act of valor, to preserve someone who is more precious in your eyes than your own life. Just as Jesus laid down His life for our sake; we are precious in the sight of God, never forget this fact.

Consider the diamond also, the symbol of love and marriage. The strongest precious stone known to man, unbreakable as it is, so also should love be for one another. Ever growing, ever strengthening, love sees no limits. A foundation as strong as the immovable mountains, as staggering as the most grand of structures and an aura of pure genuine love. The love between two souls should be so immensely compelling that witnesses of such a strong love have their own souls stirred with emotion. “Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved?” Song Of Solomon 8:5 These are the witnesses of Solomon and his wife returning from their time spent together. Just the two of them, furthering their love for one another. These witnesses know who they are, yet when they return, their love has grown so much greater that they do not recognize them. 

His left hand is under my head,
    and his right hand embraces me!
 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    that you not stir up or awaken love
    until it pleases. – Song Of Solomon 8:3-4

Tenderly he loves her, he desires to know her and she desires to know him. Awaken love when the time is right, when love is ripe and passion is not the dominate force. Desire for a soul that is immersed in immense love. Love that will set your spirit ablaze and bare witness to all a pure and genuine love, granted by God above.

 Praise God our Father! The ability to love so deeply is a marvelous gift. Do not neglect this blessing, love one another just as our Father has loved us. Develop such deep love for your loved ones that Christ shines through and may all who bear witness to your love be awestruck by so great a love. 

* I’m adding this in after five months from the initial post. I realized a really good passage that ties in well is Proverbs chapter thirty-one, where we find the iconic proverbs thirty-one woman.

10 An excellent wife, who can find?
For her worth is far above jewels.
11 The heart of her husband trusts in her,
And he will have no lack of gain.
12 She does him good and not evil
All the days of her life.
13 She looks for wool and flax
And works with her hands in delight.
14 She is like merchant ships;
She brings her food from afar.
15 She rises also while it is still night
And gives food to her household
And portions to her maidens.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
From her earnings she plants a vineyard.
17 She girds herself with strength
And makes her arms strong.
18 She senses that her gain is good;
Her lamp does not go out at night.
19 She stretches out her hands to the distaff,
And her hands grasp the spindle.
20 She extends her hand to the poor,
And she stretches out her hands to the needy.
21 She is not afraid of the snow for her household,
For all her household are clothed with scarlet.
22 She makes coverings for herself;
Her clothing is fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is known in the gates,
When he sits among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them,
And supplies belts to the tradesmen.
25 Strength and dignity are her clothing,
And she smiles at the future.
26 She opens her mouth in wisdom,
And the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
27 She looks well to the ways of her household,
And does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children rise up and bless her;
Her husband also, and he praises her, saying:
29 “Many daughters have done nobly,
But you excel them all.”
30 Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain,
But a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.
31 Give her the product of her hands,
And let her works praise her in the gates. – Proverbs 31:10-31 (NASB)

Who can find a wife of noble character?
For her value is far more than rubies. – verse ten (New English Translation NET)

Finding a wife of noble character is the challenge and the goal. In no way is it easy, especially since a women of noble character won’t settle for a man with poor character. A dishonorable man will find no favor with such a woman, and for good reason. As men, we ourselves have to conduct our daily lives with honor and valor. This woman here is praised by all, especially by her husband. Are we living lives that are worthy to be called honorable? Lives were women can look at us and see honorable men, valiant men, Godly men? Men who would not bring shame upon others in their lives, but rather praise. Can we live lives that people appreciate and truly find our character a blessing? If we cannot, then we do not deserve any such woman.

In order to love the Lord fully, you must love your wife fully. For That is what the Lord finds favorable and good. To love your wife partially, is to love the Lord partially.




Everyone has a story to tell. Some are spoken gladly, others are hidden away in one’s heart. Every story wishes to escape the hearts and minds of those they belong to, but to whom will they be spoken? Only to those the heart can trust, will hear the story be told first hand.

Stories of obtaining scars are usually spoken about in a bragging manner. Happy to tell some experience of taking on multiple adversaries all at once, many people will gather around to hear the stories of bravery. The bigger the scar, the more outlandish the story becomes, the more heroic someone is made out to be. All it took was bodily damage and some time to heal and you now have an awesome story to tell the world.

What of the stories hidden away? What kind of story do the hidden scars tell? Down in the abyss of everyone’s heart are stories of tremendous pain and agony. Not wishing for these stories to surface in our lives we hide them away. Under lock and key these scars can either fade in time, or grow even deeper, wider, larger, consuming who we are. The stories cry out from the darkness, screaming to be told…but who can they trust? So, there they remain, waiting and listening for someone to unlock the heart and set free the stories the scars contain.

Smile and the world notices,

laugh and the world gathers,

Divulge and the world listens,

Frown and the world turns its eyes,

cry and the world turns its back,

Hideaway and the world forgets,

Put on a mask and the world reconsiders…

No doubt there are those with more scars than others, deep scars that pain the soul, entangling the heart. Longing to relieve the pain the heart seeks out another to help soothe the pain, to tell its story. Once someone is found, the heart tends to gush forth with all of its hidden stories. Seething scars are now being exposed to a trustworthy heart. The listener must have a strong heart to bear the stories being told. For these stories may pain not just the storyteller. The heart of the listener will take these stories upon itself, adding to its own scars. The stronger of the hearts must be careful what it tells the weaker for a time. In order to allow the weaker heart to recover from opening up its scars. Both must take what they can bear and adjust.

In order to set a bone, it may have to be broken again. Just as the soul may have to break open its scars in order to make the pain just a little fainter. Scraping away the callous the scar gets smaller, shallower, less-gripping. Scars are never fully healed, they may grow faint or even be forgotten for a time, but there they will remain. Does time heal? Perhaps, but the soul takes more than time to recover from deep wounds. It needs to share its story, it longs and seeks to speak, it screams to be set free from the heart. 

Silence from the mouth causes loud chatter in the mind…making a sane man go mad!

Everyone has a story to tell. A quiet soul is strong, able to listen and bear what it hears. Seldom does it speak, many secrets it holds, many hearts it holds. Scarred, yet unscarred. Concerned, yet unconcerned. For itself it does not live, but for others it thrives. Lending a piece of its heart to another in need, even if just for a time.


A Story Nonetheless

Some time ago I had a dream, a vision of sorts. Only, I didn’t realize it until some time later. With the dream being so vivid, I truly believed it to be a Bible story. When I told a friend of mine the story, I told him that I would find the passage in the Bible so he could read it for himself. I was surprised to find that there is no such story! Lost, I went to my pastor and former youth pastor to ask them if they have heard of such a story. They had not. Following is the dream that I had, for what I can recall, I regret not writing it down at once.

I saw a grand temple, with a great number of people gathered there. The High priest of Israel was there accompanied by the Sadducees and pharisees. They were preparing to enter the temple to perform a ritual to atone for the sins of Israel. In order to enter undefiled, the High priest began to take multiple bathes. (I am uncertain of the number, I am going to assume twelve for each tribe.) After each bath, the wash tub made of gold was drained and washed out to prep for the next bath. The High Priest would say a prayer between each one while a white sheet was held up to cover him. After the bathing and prayers had come to a conclusion, the High priest entered the temple.

Nearing the altar, a flash of light swept the room and the priest found himself covered in vomit. Crying aloud he ran out from the temple. From the Heavens a voice called out. (my memory fails me, but I know the jist.) “You approach being physically clean, yet your heart is as repulsive as vomit.” Upon this I awoke.

The lesson I got from it and told to my friend, is that it does not matter how a person may appear. Even the most seemingly holy of people are not worthy before God, one must be covered by the Holy Spirit in order to be near God. By this, our hearts are made pure through Christ and not on our own merit. Our merit is like vomit before God, useless.


 After He called the crowd to Him again, He began saying to them, “Listen to Me, all of you, and understand: there is nothing outside the man which can defile him if it goes into him; but the things which proceed out of the man are what defile the man. If anyone has ears to hear, let him hear.” Mark 7:14-16

Breathing, Not Beating

I’ve decided to write a little about my past and include a story about a friend I made in Nicaragua. My title, “Breathing, Not Beating” I hope to make a bit more profound as I write. Now, my life does not include some tragic life event or poor upbringing, but hardships have still come my way. Many who read this will relate to some degree. I am glad to say that my past remains in the past. Much of the hardships, with the Lord’s help, have been overcome. This is essentially my testimony, leaving some detail out. No need to post all my sins on the internet, the impact is just as powerful.

I’ll begin by attempting to briefly describe my fourth grade school year. Many issues steamed from this point, but actually fourth grade was one of my favorite times in school. The situation was, I went into the year with no friends in my class. I would see them during free play and the such, but I didn’t interact a whole lot with the other students assigned to my teacher with me. at first I was upset, but then had a thought! “I know no one in this class, they don’t know me, I can be myself!” Problem is, when I’m acting like myself, I tend to become highly obnoxious. I love to laugh, especially in my younger days I could barely get through a joke due to laughing while trying to say the punch line. I had no care in the world what my classmates thought of me, I was myself, if they didn’t like it, then oh well. the year went on rather well. My classmates viewed me as the class clown I suppose. jokes weren’t really my thing, it was more of what I did. Putting my feet behind my head and walking on my hands, (yes I could and still can somewhat do that) putting my pinkie toe in my nose, (yes I did that too) and doing somersaults into the class while making a finger gun and humming the James Bond theme song.

My classmates weren’t the problem for me that school year. It was actually the students from other classes. During free play I didn’t change my behavior and still ran around the school grounds like a mad man. Some friends and I did start a very intense game of “keep away” which is nothing more than tackling whoever has a kickball in their hands and then taking it for yourself until YOU get tackled. It got banned. Anyway, one day while waiting in line to play an actual game of kickball, I had a student from another class say they didn’t want me on their team. A little hurt I asked why? They said because I was gay. Honestly, not knowing what that meant entirely as an eight or nine-year old. I still walked away knowing I was just insulted. The following days I discovered others were calling me the same thing. No one from my class however, only those from other classes. After some time of this, I greatly reduced my levels of hyper activity and became much more calm. I tried to act like everyone else, I still laughed and enjoyed life. However, all of a sudden, others opinions drove my actions.

Skipping forward to sixth grade, I found myself in another situation of where I knew few people in my class. This time I had a new thought “I know no one, if I keep to myself and say nothing, then they can’t use anything against me.” Thus, I literally went days at school saying nothing. Friends aren’t exactly easy to come by when you say very little, if anything at all. Needless to say, it was a very depressing year. I sat alone at lunch quite often, if someone were to speak to me, in most occasions it was to mock me. I would smile when people stared at me, not sure why, I guess I figured I needed to do something in order for them to look away.

Being trapped within your mind can become very scary. For hours a day I simply thought to myself. I bothered no one, yet bullies would go out of their way to bother me. A lot of hatred was birthed from that. It appeared to me that no one liked me, or cared for me. Of course not everyone hated me, but when no one seemed to care that others mocked me or no one sat next to me at lunch, it caused the appearance of that. Obviously I was sad, you could see it in my eyes. My smiles were always fake, and if conversation ever started I would quickly end it. Seeking to talk, but fearing it at the same time makes sense to anyone in any similar situation I would say. I suppose, if someone were to persist on speaking, and make it known that they really did want to talk, then most would open up. On the other hand, often times the first thought is, “oh they feel bad for me, it’s the only reason why they’re talking to me.” People don’t want others to feel sorry for them. If you want to be a friend, then be a friend. Saying “sorry that you’re so sad, I wish I could help.” Then walking away is the equivalent of saying nothing at all. So, here I was, a rather sad sack who closed himself into a tight shell. speaking softly when I chose to speak and had clenched fist ready to swing when enemies approached. I did have one saving grace however.

Everyday after school a friend and I would run from each others homes to meet at the entrance of my neighborhood. A grade higher than I, we never saw each other at school very often. Playing Rec park soccer and knowing him since elementary school made us close friends. Being able to open up and talk to a true friend each day, I swear kept me from total devastation. We had this crazy idea that we were going to break school records for our P.E. classes. Each day we trained for our end of the year physical test, so we could attempt to shatter a record. We started by doing a quarter-mile warm-up to meet each other, then we walked back to my home while eating fruit, followed by sit-ups, push-ups, leg lifts and a half mile run. Then, we played. This continued for quite some time. As soon as we arrived home we were out the door ready to go.

Now, this is where my testimony really begins, I hope you enjoyed the back story! Let us begin. I was raised in a Christian home, very good upbringing, wonderful parents and my siblings and I got along for the most part. My friend had a good home life as well, but he wasn’t raised in a Christian home. One day, while playing soccer, he posed a question to me. “Why do you believe in God?” He asked. a little off guard I simply said, because I do. After a little more discussion, I went home thinking, “why DO I believe in God?” After getting home I started to help my mother with the dishes and I told her what my friend had asked. After talking with her I felt confident in my belief in God and was ready to confirm that with my friend the next day. He had another question for me though, “Do you love God?” Do I love God? I thought…Well of course I do! Questions such as these continued everyday…everyday he had a new question and I a new answer. I washed dishes with mother happily at this point. It gave me a chance to discuss my newly posed question. My questions always demanded answers, not just for my friend, but for myself as well. As his questions increased in difficulty, my answers became more defined and confident. My knowledge of the Bible had increased and my love for God was at new heights. One day, as I came onto the school bus, he turned to me and demanded to know if I truly loved God. I quickly and fully sure of myself answered yes, of course I do! I believe that somewhere along this time span, the Holy Spirit truly entered into my heart. Being about twelve years old at this time, my water baptism three years prior became very obvious to be a safety net and not a true change of heart. I know now that I was Baptized by the Spirit in my time of growing with the Lord. No longer did I partake in communion just for a little juice or bread, but now I partook with gladness and joy in the knowledge of my Lord!

I first heard this from my mom, but I know it comes from another source, a poem perhaps.

“Sometimes people come into your life for a reason, and for a season.” 

After some time, the questions became very tiring. No longer did I question my faith. Being asked if I truly loved the Lord followed by worldly views became more of a heated debate. We would argue for hours and the final blow was basically a choice between God, or our friendship. Choosing God of course, our friendship faded away and I suppose, our season ended. I like to tell people that I was saved by an atheist. I’ve even had one person confuse it to mean an atheist saved me from Christianity. I told her, oh no, I quite literally mean an atheist converted me to Christianity. You would think that losing my only friend at the time would’ve led me into an even deeper depression. However, God had it all under control. I became much happier even in the current situation of loneliness. Soon after our friendship had faded, God placed another friend into my life. My pastor’s son who is extremely funny and talented became a dear friend of mine and stayed that way up into high school. Where once again I had to forged new friends.

In my current state I face constant fear, not for my own sake, but for my Brothers and Sisters in Christ. I’m currently working on that and am trying to learn to leave matters in the Lord’s hands. He saved me from despair, he can save others as well.

On my mission in Nicaragua one of our team members gave her testimony. It was of a rather dark past with much tribulation. It spoke to one of our translators who after hearing our team members testimony decided to share his as well. Aneriam is his name. He put a name to what I felt in my loneliness. He told us that he never felt so lost that he wanted to end his own life. However, he had been dead inside for years. “My mind may not have said I am dead, but my heart did.” That hit me, I can’t say I was so consumed by despair that suicide seemed like a reasonable escape. However, feeling such intense sadness in my heart it was as if I were dead inside and yet alive. I had breath in my lungs, yet my heart ached.

When the Holy Spirit entered me, I was filled with the breath of Life. No longer was I simply breathing in air, but the word of God and the Spirit stirred within me as well. My lungs will one day cease, my heart will stop beating, and my body will fade away. The Spirit however, will continue to live on. We are either filled with the breath of Life, or filled with the breath of death. I thank God for filling me with life and assuring me of life everlasting! Now, I live with gladness and with life! May the Spirit’s breath overflow within me and fill those around me!

I encourage anyone who suffers in whatever tribulation they face to look to God and to pray upon the Spirit to fill them with life and to make a new creation out of them. Dead to your old self and arising anew. Filled with life everlasting!


 Jesus answered, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born of water and the Spirit he cannot enter into the kingdom of God.  That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. Do not be amazed that I said to you, ‘You must be born again.” – John 3:5-7


Beauty IN The Beast

We all know the story of Beauty and the Beast, especially the more popular rendition done by Disney. Belle, comes upon a castle while searching for her father. Unaware of the Beast that rules the dark fortress. She enters the castle finding her father a prisoner of the Beast. In exchange for his freedom she agrees to live in the castle forever. We know the rest of the story, the Beast must find true love before the last petal of the rose falls and Belle and Beast find that love just in time. While talking to a friend of mine, we were discussing the deeper meanings behind stories and came up with our own renditions for many. Looking at Beast, we came up with some interesting points.

At first glance, the curse of the Beast may appear that he was transformed into a monster by the enchanter. I propose however, that the Beast was always there within him. Not just in his behavior towards his servants and outsiders, but a deeper Beast, a more powerful Beast, one he wished to keep within himself. The curse brought out this inner Beast and exposed what he truly was to the world. He could no longer hide his sins, believing to be a monster to all who set eyes on him, he hid away in his fortress.

Isn’t that how we feel a lot of times? We all have deep secrets we wish to conceal from others. Imagine if they were exposed for all to see. Suddenly our mask are swiped off our faces and the Beast within is revealed. Hiding away tends to be our first reaction. Skipping school, avoiding the public, not talking to friends for a time, we feel like the world sees a Beast.

When Belle finds her father he tells her to run from the Beast, to leave the castle. Belle refuses to leave him behind, when confronted by the Beast she offers herself over to him before seeing him. Talking in the darkness the Beast is taken aback by Belle’s offer. To sacrifice herself for her father’s sake surprised him. Belle, only hearing his voice asked him to come near the light. When the Beast made himself known she expressed shock, yet she remained.

I believe the beast was drawn to Belle, insisting that if she does take her father’s place that she must remain forever in the castle. Hearing her offer showed him that Belle was pure of heart, placing others before herself. even after seeing who he truly was, though shocked, she remained as promised.

In our own lives we see this. there are certain people that we are drawn to, the reason isn’t always known. I would say most of us have our own view of friendship, but all of us operate in just about the same way. You have your acquaintances, just someone to talk to, to pass the time. Your friends, people you spend time with regularly, yet I think most of us wear mask when with your everyday friends. Then there are your close friends, those who you can trust with all your heart. No matter what you expose to them, there they remain by your side.

Belle tries her best to remain in the castle, however the Beast frightened her to the point that she flees the castle. Beast knowing that she is one person who can see past the monster goes after her. Belle finds herself surrounded by a pack of wolves in the forest and Beast comes in and rescues her. They both realized something at this point. Belle, after seeing him come to save her knows that he cares enough for her to risk his life for her. She realizes that there is beauty in the Beast. Beast comes to a similar revelation. Formerly he only cared about himself, he would never place others before him. He now knows, that Belle needs him to be pure of heart, just as he needs her to be pure. He found Beauty in his own Beast.

For us, we sometimes place too much onto a friend all at once. It may frighten them for a time, but with an outstretched hand and an understanding that you need each other to remain strong for one another, then together you can find Beauty in the Beast. The sins of our lives may taint our souls, but Beauty can be found even in the darkest of places. With each victory over a thorn, there is much to celebrate. For at the end of the steam, there blooms a Rose.

Belle and Beast continue to grow in understanding and love for one another. When they dance on the ballroom floor, they take hold of each other and Belle embraces the Beast; Clearly sending joy to the Beast’s heart. How could anyone express love for the Beast? Belle can clearly see what he is, yet she embraces him, proving she possess unconditional love.

Unconditional love is one of the hardest attributes to take hold of, let alone understand it. When someone expresses unconditional love towards others, people are drawn. The closest people in your life will be those who express this type of love towards you and all they meet. Even when you take off your mask, even when the Beast is revealed, there they remain.


If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.  If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. And if I give all my possessions to feed the poor, and if I surrender my body to be burned, but do not have love, it profits me nothing.

 Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant,  does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered,  does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

 Love never fails; but if there are gifts of prophecy, they will be done away; if there are tongues, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be done away.  For we know in part and we prophesy in part;  but when the perfect comes, the partial will be done away.  When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known. But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love. – 1 Corinthians 13


Interpretation: It’s not that Belle sees past the Beast and sees him for who he is on the inside. Rather, she sees who he is on the inside, on the outside, and still finds love for him. The Beast became Beauty.

Please comment any thoughts!

Count Your Blessings


Often times, we expect life to go our way or go along a path that we have complete control over. At a young age, we are pondering what we want to be when we grow up, firefighters or policemen are always popular choices as children because we want to be heroes. Then you begin to find interest in other subjects and you start focusing on what you love; science, math, history, etc. before you know it you find yourself entering high school and begin to gear your classes towards the subjects you love most, with that dream job in mind. College is right around the corner and so many other options become available. You are in control, your future lies within your own hands, does it not?

Earlier this morning I wrecked my car into a parked trailer along the roadside, heavy glare and a dew-covered windshield is what I would like to place the blame on. I didn’t see that thing at all, all I knew was that my car was smashing into something. After shouting “Oh God, oh God” a few times I came to a stop. Assessing the damage, I saw that my car’s right side of the engine was destroyed and that I had pushed a steel trailer about sixteen feet from it’s original spot. After a man who heard the crash checked on me I made some calls and the rest of the details are unimportant. What is important, my first crash involved no other person, all that was lost was my car, little injury occurred to me and I’m alive and well. 

What I want to touch on is how little control we truly have over our lives. The introduction shows how we plan so far out into the future as if everything will work out accordingly. Yet, my accident this morning occurred literally thirty seconds after pulling out of the driveway. The question “what if” will drive a man mad, but it’s something to consider. What if, I hit another car, what if; I hit a person checking their mail, what if, what if…Control is fleeting. In the matter of seconds my plans changed, I no longer was on my way to the local race and festival, I was now on a undesirable path, a path unplanned by me, one where I had no control. So who does have control over our lives? Are we not to plan if the future is unknown? Rejoice always; pray without ceasing;  in everything give thanks; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. – 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 (NASB)

How should we approach our future?  Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit”— yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.  Instead you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.”  As it is, you boast in your arrogance. All such boasting is evil.  So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin. – James 4:13-17 (ESV) 

Our life is but a mist, fleeting as the morning fog at the mercy of the wind, wherever the wind carries it follows. Once we realize that we ourselves are a mist, I believe life will be all the sweeter.