Love.

jspark3000:

Please don’t be ashamed for speaking up about what you believe, your passion, your conviction. When you get blasted for it, please don’t back-pedal and soften up and defend yourself too long. I don’t mean that you avoid challenges or self-examination. Of course we gut-check our fragile egos. I…

Start With Yourself

If you see matters of social justice (feminism, inhibition of sex-trafficking, racism, and rape, etc) as trivial, I question your heart for Jesus and His commission.
There is no time to turn a blind eye.
Not when our society has become so deeply rooted in gender inequality - when half the jokes we say and the music we hear are about the objectification of women.
Not when our society condones the shooting of an innocent human being for the color of his/her skin.
Not when businesses are being made out of human bodies.
Not when so much sexual assault happens around the world by the second, and the victims are being blamed.

No.
No more.
There is more to this life than ourselves.
There are living, breathing human beings out there, who need justice, love, and grace. Who need a hope and a Savior.

How can you help?
Start with yourself.
Look at your conversations, your thoughts, your beliefs and your convictions. What does your life look like?
Are you living for that brief high when hanging out with friends?
Are you caught up with your self-image, looking so inwardly that you’ve forgotten how to look outwardly?
Are you afraid of feeling pain? To hurt with others?
What is it that constantly turns your eyes away from the substantial, real things going on in this world?
Be honest.
What is it? Because it’s time to be pruned.

A season has come when the culmination of evil is nearing.
As church-y and as ominous as that sounds, it’s true.
Now is not the time to be turning a blind eye for our own safety and pleasure.
It’s time to take up our crosses, to do as Jesus did and to be as Jesus was.
Let’s go.

m1ssc0mmun1cat10n:

mamalaz:

The most heartbreaking thing about this scene is that I don’t think this is the first time Steve visited Peggy.

I got the feeling that he was a regular visitor, too.

who is cutting dem onions.

inkskinned:

inkskinned:

(10.09.2013: My apologies as a litany.)

10.09.2014: i’m no longer as sad. when my insides hurt and you ask if i’m okay, i tell the truth. i say “honestly, i could use a little help.” I think I’m worth saving, now. i have thrown out all of my razors. i eat the things i love. i get out of bed more often than i stay in it. i keep my friends close. the ones who stayed deserve that much. i text back, but i’m still pretty awful at that because my hands hurt. i’m no longer trapped in a roller coaster of explosions and deep sorrow. i still lash out sometimes, but i am more in control of the storm in my bones.
i’m getting better. one day i will be whole.

inkskinned:

inkskinned:

(10.09.2013: My apologies as a litany.)

10.09.2014: i’m no longer as sad. when my insides hurt and you ask if i’m okay, i tell the truth. i say “honestly, i could use a little help.” I think I’m worth saving, now. i have thrown out all of my razors. i eat the things i love. i get out of bed more often than i stay in it. i keep my friends close. the ones who stayed deserve that much. i text back, but i’m still pretty awful at that because my hands hurt. i’m no longer trapped in a roller coaster of explosions and deep sorrow. i still lash out sometimes, but i am more in control of the storm in my bones.

i’m getting better. one day i will be whole.

I just want to enter into a specific season.
No jealousy, no romantic feelings,
no girls, none of that.
Just my areas of ministry, good brothers,
some sisters, myself, and you Father.
Help my fickle heart.

and we forgive and forgive again, right?
that’s you and me.
we love and love and love
no matter the circumstance.
i’m still with you.
you might not act the same, but you’re still my bestfriend dan hwang.
what are best friends?
when i see you, i see you when you were the best
and that’s who you are,
always and it doesn’t change at all.
you can be broken and twisted, but i’ll always see my brother.
Simon

Expectations kill

May we never lose our wonder
Wide eyed and mystified.
May we be just like a child
Staring at the beauty of our King

So many people refuse to identify as a feminist because when they hear the word, they don’t think about the equality of the sexes. Instead, they think of a bitter, defiant, man-hater. This is sad for two reasons. For one, this isn’t an accurate depiction of what a feminist is. Second, and most importantly, in rejecting the woman who is bitter, defiant, and untrusting of men, you forget that there was a time when she was soft, blithe, and ingenuous until a man she trusted wounded her so deeply that she refuses to risk feeling that pain again. And instead of caring to ask, “Who did this to you?” you shame her lack of compassion, and in doing so, you forfeit your own.
LB, From Her; To Her (via blakebaggott)

meepitperson:

Rape isn’t about uncontrollable sexual desire. You only have to listen in on a Call of Duty game to see that. When that kid crows, “I raped you!”, he’s not calling the other guy sexy; he’s saying he defeated him, dominated him, humiliated him. That’s what rape is about, and that should scare you.