You wouldn't believe how many people are in a slump these days. There's one who knows he's depressed and is learning to enjoy it, there's one who's feeling confused and unloved, there's one who's simply gone apathetic to life, there's a female friend who's always been so gungho about love but love just doesn't seem to care much about hanging out with her, one who just has to get away from it all and another who says she's had it and enough is enough.
Lest you get the wrong idea, I'm not talking mainly about blogging or internet friends, so don't start making a round of my links to find out who's who. A number of these people are real life friends (and most do not have websites) I've spoken to recently who are going through a sagging happiness continuum. Honestly, it gives me a bit of guilt cause I've just had a great time visiting home and hearing about all this depression makes me feel like I've put a plug on the outbound tributaries of the happiness pipe and monopolized the source.
I wish I can help. But save for giving you the time of day, a listening ear and a few comforting words, really... what could I do? I mean, believe me and I mean BELIEVE ME... God did not intend me to be the 2nd generation Messiah. I've worked as a nurse in a hospital and I know that being stuck with a needle is PAINFUL so dammit!... don't start talking to me about nails. However, I do read the Bible... I read it everyday.
Now at this point, some of you might feel your fingers itching to get hold of the mouse and clicking your way back to wherever you came from. Well thanks for dropping by and see you next summer. Oh by the way, watch... KABLAG!... errr... I was just going to warn you to watch your steps cause I just waxed the floor. Tsk! You really should pay attention to what people have to say sometimes.
Anyway, do you know that in 1910, there's a citizen of Sweden named Olav Olavson who was so hard-pressed for money that he sold his body for medical research to the Karolinska Insititute in Stockholm? Apparently, a year later he came upon an inheritance and tried to buy back his body but the institute refused to sell him back his own body and in a lawsuit, retained possession of it. What's ridiculous about it is that the institute even collected damages from him because he had two teeth extracted without permission.
Now, I didn't read that in the Bible. What I read from the Bible is this:
'I care very little if I am judged by you or by any human court, I do not even judge myself. My conscience is clear, but that does not make me innocent. It is the Lord who judges me. Therefore judge nothing before the appointed time; wait till the Lord comes. He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness and will expose the motives of men's hearts. At that time each will receive his praise from God.' (1 Cor 4: 1-5)
What does this mean? Simple... just do your best. Whatever is making you despondent right now, just let it be. If we keep on doing what is right for the right reasons and for the right length of time, our lives will be fruitful. Oh, and PRAYERS HELP A LOT! If I can only tell you about real-life experiences of people I know, present company included, without upsetting the privacy concerns of the people involved, I would. However, if at this point I have already inspired some semblance of credibility, then I give you my word... GOD ANSWERS PRAYERS and more often than not, He give us what our hearts desire. For whatever it's worth, I am betting my life on that.
In my years, I've had my own share of shit and a couple of times I've been at the brink of doing things that could have messed up my life and please don't act as if you haven't been reading my sob stories, although I'll be damned if I ever publish what I would have almost done to mess up my life... hehe. But here I am, all of 39 years and I've survived. And not only that. I'm 39 years old and I've had my share of shit and I've survived to tell you that I'm 39 years old and I've had my share of shit. Inspite of having gone through 3 decades of that though, I still can't help but acknowledge the fact that I have been blessed in more ways than I could ever fathom what MERCY is all about. And so I know that everything's going to be alright, come gale or hale... because they always turn out that way. Just have a little faith on the Force that brought you here... and give Him time to get to His answering machine. In the meantime, don't be such a slump. That never was your best. Never was mine.
Lest you get the wrong idea, I'm not talking mainly about blogging or internet friends, so don't start making a round of my links to find out who's who. A number of these people are real life friends (and most do not have websites) I've spoken to recently who are going through a sagging happiness continuum. Honestly, it gives me a bit of guilt cause I've just had a great time visiting home and hearing about all this depression makes me feel like I've put a plug on the outbound tributaries of the happiness pipe and monopolized the source.
I wish I can help. But save for giving you the time of day, a listening ear and a few comforting words, really... what could I do? I mean, believe me and I mean BELIEVE ME... God did not intend me to be the 2nd generation Messiah. I've worked as a nurse in a hospital and I know that being stuck with a needle is PAINFUL so dammit!... don't start talking to me about nails. However, I do read the Bible... I read it everyday.
Now at this point, some of you might feel your fingers itching to get hold of the mouse and clicking your way back to wherever you came from. Well thanks for dropping by and see you next summer. Oh by the way, watch... KABLAG!... errr... I was just going to warn you to watch your steps cause I just waxed the floor. Tsk! You really should pay attention to what people have to say sometimes.
Anyway, do you know that in 1910, there's a citizen of Sweden named Olav Olavson who was so hard-pressed for money that he sold his body for medical research to the Karolinska Insititute in Stockholm? Apparently, a year later he came upon an inheritance and tried to buy back his body but the institute refused to sell him back his own body and in a lawsuit, retained possession of it. What's ridiculous about it is that the institute even collected damages from him because he had two teeth extracted without permission.
Now, I didn't read that in the Bible. What I read from the Bible is this:
'I care very little if I am judged by you or by any human court, I do not even judge myself. My conscience is clear, but that does not make me innocent. It is the Lord who judges me. Therefore judge nothing before the appointed time; wait till the Lord comes. He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness and will expose the motives of men's hearts. At that time each will receive his praise from God.' (1 Cor 4: 1-5)
What does this mean? Simple... just do your best. Whatever is making you despondent right now, just let it be. If we keep on doing what is right for the right reasons and for the right length of time, our lives will be fruitful. Oh, and PRAYERS HELP A LOT! If I can only tell you about real-life experiences of people I know, present company included, without upsetting the privacy concerns of the people involved, I would. However, if at this point I have already inspired some semblance of credibility, then I give you my word... GOD ANSWERS PRAYERS and more often than not, He give us what our hearts desire. For whatever it's worth, I am betting my life on that.
In my years, I've had my own share of shit and a couple of times I've been at the brink of doing things that could have messed up my life and please don't act as if you haven't been reading my sob stories, although I'll be damned if I ever publish what I would have almost done to mess up my life... hehe. But here I am, all of 39 years and I've survived. And not only that. I'm 39 years old and I've had my share of shit and I've survived to tell you that I'm 39 years old and I've had my share of shit. Inspite of having gone through 3 decades of that though, I still can't help but acknowledge the fact that I have been blessed in more ways than I could ever fathom what MERCY is all about. And so I know that everything's going to be alright, come gale or hale... because they always turn out that way. Just have a little faith on the Force that brought you here... and give Him time to get to His answering machine. In the meantime, don't be such a slump. That never was your best. Never was mine.
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