catswithbenefits:

i dont want a job i just want paychecks

The path isn’t a straight line; it’s a spiral. You continually come back to things you thought you understood and see deeper truths.
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  • student: hey government can I have some money to go to university
  • uk government: sure here you go. you'll have to pay it back but only when you're earning £21,000+ a year, and if you don't pay it off after 30 years we'll just write it off, don't worry about it man
  • scottish government: nah man just go to uni we ain't gonna charge you
  • us government: no. you gotta pay it yourself. upfront. your parents have to save up from the moment you're born. good luck, fucker. you have six months after graduating to start paying loans so you better pray to fucking god and jesus that you have a well-paying job by then or be prepared to be fucked up the ass without lube.
  • Kissing a girl on the forehead is one of the sweetest things in the world.
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    When I practice my sermons, I sometimes pull up a chair right in front of me.

    I picture the 15 year old kid whose parents are divorced and who wants to kill himself everyday and hates everyone at school.

    I picture the single mom who lost custody of her children because she can’t hold down a job in this economy and drinks herself to sleep every night.

    I picture the hard-hearted religious hypocrite who sings loudly every Sunday at his church but goes home to beat his kids.

    I think of my future wife, my future children, I think of the historical figures in the Bible sitting there hearing my preaching.

    I’m not about to yell in someone’s face who has real issues that need real help.

    It’s great to sound passionate. But what does real passion sound like?

    It sounds like a man nailed to a cross whispering forgiveness over his own murderers. It sounds like a man raised to life calling for the disciple who betrayed him so he could reinstate him back to fruitful ministry. It sounds like Jesus weeping over Jerusalem, angry at a temple for turning God’s house into a consumer’s playground, raising a young girl to life with the words, “It’s time to wake up now, honey.”

    I’m fine with loud preaching, but what are we loud about?
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    Anonymous: What does fearing the lord mean?

    with-the-dawn:

    lionroarsandelephanthearts:

    theressomethingaboutasunrise:

    m0neymat:

    have you ever looked at the ocean? vast and unfathomable really. looking from a distance its beautiful and you have this sense of respect for it. You recognize you can never control it. Up close with your knees deep in water you have a greater sense of its beauty and touch but also of its power. You feel the small waves brush your knee caps. Now go take a swim and don’t stop swimming. You’re in the middle of the ocean and theres no land nearby. Panic hits you like a freight train when you realize how small you truly are and how powerless you are. Its a sense of helplessness when confronted with power thats to be in awe of

    Thats what i see fearing the Lord to be. Being a distance away looking at the ocean but in your heart feeling as if you’re right in the middle. Its a power unimaginable yet its also a love that allows us to be His. Thats humbly frightening 

    so good

    Holy moley.

    Woah

    I don’t want anything from you, at all. I just want to be the person you choose to sit next to in a room full with all the people you have known.
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    I met this woman not too long ago who was going to travel to Antarctica to hike across the continent. She said that someone had told her, “If you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space.” And that fits me. I like living on the edge. I want to experience that. I don’t want to live vicariously through other’s lives. I want to be there.
    ― Morgan Freeman (via yesdarlingido)
    I pray in words. I pray in poems. I want to learn to pray through breathing, through dreams and sleeplessness, through love and renunciation.
    I pray through snow that falls outside the window.
    I pray with the tears that do not end.
    ― Anna Kamienska (via franflow)

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