Love God Yet Hate His Followers?(1/13/2013)Love God Yet Hate His Followers?2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I've been seeing this statement going around from non-Christians as well as people who claim to be Christian. And it's especially troubling coming from people who claim to be Christian. So here I've decided to write about it.
Is it really possible to "love God yet hate His followers" (or other people for that matter)? Can you be a Christian and hate other people, including other Christians?
The short answer is NO.
And no, this is not an opinion. Any person who claims to be Christian ought to know what the two greatest commandments are:
One of the teachers of the law came and heard them debating. Noticing that Jesus had given them a good answer, he asked him, "Of all the commandments, which is the most important?"
"The most important one," answered Jesus, "is this: 'Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul
AskTheArtist InterviewInterview with *JonasDeRo 11/11/12AskTheArtist Interview2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
<thefluffyshrimp> Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *JonasDeRo, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
<thefluffyshrimp> Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, JonasDeRo.
<JonasDeRo> Hello all, the pleasure is all mine!
<thefluffyshrimp> ~Fisharto asks "Without sharing too much of your ways to making environments how do you come up with ideas for painting?"
<JonasDeRo> Hello Fisharto, good question!
<JonasDeRo> I would say my main source of inspiration is traveling. I love painting but I love to travel even more; seeing cities, towns, nature really inspires me in the first
GreecexReader- Cat NapGreecexReader- Cat Nap2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You tapped away furiously at your computer on the kitchen table as you tried to finish another report that your boss assigned to you for the weekend. When you applied for this job after college you expected to have to do a lot of inconvenient tasks to work your way up the corporate ladder, but you never expected this much busy work, especially on the weekend. Every report he had you do seemed to be a repeat of the last, and you were more than fed up at the moment since you wanted to catch up on much-needed sleep, but you had to spend the entire weekend doing these reports.
When you looked up for a second from the glowing screen, you felt a slight pang of annoyance. Your boyfriend, Heracles, sat in a half daze across the small table from you, slowly petting the head of one of his many cats that seemed to always follow him everywhere he went. The Siamese that currently had his attention pushed its head into the palm of his hand, purring happily with its eyes closed as he stroked the soft
The Last Of Us - Chapter 1“You son of a bitch! Are you fucking nuts?! What the fuck is wrong with you, Jeff, why the hell didn’t you tell me the cops were on their way?!” Kay screamed at Jeff the Killer through the phone, he saw himself forced to pull away the cell phone from his ear slightly because her scolding was too loud; it almost sounded as if she was on speaker.The Last Of Us - Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“The cops? I didn’t do shit, I-I have no idea what’s going on, really. If I knew, I woulda’ called you right away!” Jeff argued back, he really was oblivious about the entire situation. HB Kay and him had been sharing an apartment for around three weeks now in Boston, going into a few rampages against a big group of bandits that have been bugging them for days now. They kept each other abreast about everything that went on, whenever anything was out of place.
HB Kay kept quiet for a few moments from her side of the phone, panting slightly because of the current commotion. She backed away from
this ain't a movie.I stare through the window atthis ain't a movie.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
weak tree branches
being whipped by rain and
trying to 'understand' the
Hell.I never believed in Hell,Hell.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Until you came along.
You launched a dark demon down my spine,
leaving me breathless
as your breath is on my skin.
I linger for your cold touch
as your bruises cover your skin
like trophies of failures.
My veins feel hot,
too hot as my heart beats under my aching chest
as your gaze makes me feel like collapsing.
You've always made me feel weak.
List of Random Magical SpellsList of Random Magical Spells4 years ago in Settings More Like This
REMEMBER: A "Good" author, or even a "Great" one, does their best to be unique with their ideas for a magical universe, and avoids God-moding (aka, where a character is impossible to defeat, despite little training, etc etc.) A "Wise" author ALSO remembers, that every spell can be counter-attacked, or canceled all together, with another one. Spells are an endless cycle of attack and counter-attack, start and cancel, and many can, like medicine, have a greater, or worse, effect, if combined.
Now then, this list contains spells that I myself came up with. They are not Harry Potter spells, so please look elsewhere for those. If you have a unique spell that you are fine with others using for any reason, without credit to you, feel free to leave it in the comments section!
Likewise, these spells are for use of ANYone, with NO credit needed, to be used in ANY means they desire; books, comics, fanfics, etc etc. However, I would still recommend coming up with a uniq
The BalloonShe hated him so much that she wanted to love him. She wanted to love him more than anything in her life. She wanted to wrap him up in her arms and promise to keep him forever.The Balloon3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But they tell her to leave him. "We know his type," they say. "The minute you begin to care about him, he leaves you forever and you'll be left to pick up the pieces."
She knows that they're right. She holds him by a string while he's miles above her. She loathes him, but her heart races every time she thinks of letting go of the string. She closes her eyes and the minute she opens them, she has to frantically reach for him.
Purple shadows grow beneath her eyes and blisters form where she has him tied at her wrist.
"Let him go," they whisper as they try to loosen him from her arm.
She shuffles, sleepy-eyed through the park, dragging him along behind her. A woman runs up behind her and points to the string.
"He is absolutely lovely. You're very lucky to have him miss," the woman says.
She begins to remove him fro
The Deeper UnderstandingThe higher strings of reason whine around the top of my headThe Deeper Understanding1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
At each contact with the world
The explanation that makes all events mundane
The deepest chord strikes
In my splintering core
The green wood in the winter branch
That tells me all of this is connected
Like an instrument strung between us all
Each note setting off all others
So while reason stays unplucked
And you don't know
Love SpellI call to the night,Love Spell6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I call to the moon,
Please grant my wish,
Please grant it soon.
I wish to have the heart
Of the one that I love,
I wish to have their soul
Engraved upon my palm.
I ask for your help,
Please give me a sign,
Please let my wish be granted,
Please let their heart be mine.
MoonburntCarelessly,Moonburnt3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she sleeps with the window opened
and the nighttime's sun,
that isn't quite a star,
paints her face and neck
with a strange,
and deposits a burning desire
to absorb it all.
Stars Wish on People TooDefine me when you take swigsStars Wish on People Too1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the number of your hair.
The unmoving frames
of your Sunday musings
whisper in caps lock;
they want to be forgotten-
they told me,
like I could save you from myself
I’ve always wondered
what it would be like
to play the piano
with my feet on an acoustic run;
the shadow that isn’t friends
with the light like a body part
I’ve always known,
but never quite seen.
I sugarcoat myself
hanging by mere fiction,
a pendulum and a metronome
What are we but allusions
to the people behind us,
ambivalence to the rivers
that never meet the ocean.
It’s frightening how
we’ve been lost for years
but no one’s come to find us.
Dusk it seems
is the lesser of two evils,
midnight is just too mysterious.
BombsIBombs4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Running through my veins,
Like marathons, it rolls
Down my spine
Up again along that line
Heading towards the crook of my neck
I got to make sure
That I'm all set and checked
Like the bomb I am.
Because this heart
Is just too big
And this soul
Is too large
For this small,
Body to take.
Take them down
Take them all down
Because this world spins too fast
And I can't make it last.
It's too loud for you guys to take
The ringing in your ear might make it break.
It's just fascinating!
Thousands of pieces fly
Making their places in the earth, wind, waters, and sky.
My words are that powerful
I will reach you with my lines
I don't need any other sign
Before I blaze
Ten years old
Nine years to come
Eight years gone
Seven years lost
Six years remembered
Five years forget
Four years gone
Three years my return.
Two years done.
There is always one more year to go.
Va'eiraThis was a lesson in just how quiet it can beVa'eira3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you don't make enough noise.
Me, holding a toy gun to a stranger's head
"Remember when things stopped being ridiculous?"
You, eating dandelions in a midnight field
"About the same time things stopped making sense."
A boy in church camp carved a small crucifix
for his arts and crafts project. He won the blue
ribbon and a brand new Bible. The next morning
I found it hanging over our cabin door.
A toad was nailed to the cross.
Sometimes we wake up early enough to hide the evil from our world.
Porch Swingi. It's December,Porch Swing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the warm part of winter
snow is a blanket
and the fireplace crackles.
We eye the elephant-package
covered in crumpled birthday paper.
The paper flies
beneath it we gasp,
and the boys and girls
smile and take our picture.
ii. We're safe
from the April showers
beneath the roof of our porch.
We swing back and forth
for the first time.
I place my head
in the crevice
between your shoulder
and your neck.
We talk for two hours
about the azaleas.
iii. Our daughter's
runs through the sprinkler
watering the dry August grass.
She sits in the middle
on our cheeks
iv. You were the one
who wanted the apple trees.
We eat Honeygolds,
though we ought to wait
You stand up
to get another one,
from the lowest branch.
I stay on the porch
and pick at the peeling paint
on the arm of the swing.
v. By February,
has gone and passed,
and I didn't get
Just another lifeBorn like most,Just another life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an average boy,
nothing to boast,
still alot of joy.
an age to play,
no one seems dull,
thoughts aren't grey
but very colorful.
You show me my place,
a threat with broken glass,
you'd cut my face
in front of this mass.
nerves shutting down,
starting to go insane.
Closing darkness, prepare to drown.
I close my mouth first,
then my eyes and ears.
You're definitely the worst
of all my fears.
On this theatre of life,
I'm playing mime,
closing myself from others.
Can't help myself this time.
Trusting people another day,
my heart bruised, left unspoken.
Am I afraid to say
It's already broken?
Keeping another secret,
locked in my mind.
Someone will regret
of not being kind.
These symbols I write,
can't pronounce or read.
Giving me strength to fight
and that's what I need.
#liveLive it long, and hard and strong––what you need will come along.#live1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't be so hard on little you––we're all visiting, just passing through
Today is all we ever get––time to live with no regret.
Stop delaying your happiness––waiting around for God to bless.
You're here and that's more than enough––no doubt it can get a little tough.
There's always a chance for a fresh start––gotta see through the problem's beating heart.
See the hurt as if it were armour––see death as nature's hooded charmer.
We're born, then we run into a knife––what's in between is our life.
Don't sit wishing it all to change––take a chance and widen your range.
Don't compare yourself with the person beside you––they may be doing exactly that... with you.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
You said hello as you walked away.You knocked on my door, when I had already left the apartment.You said hello as you walked away.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You whispered "I want you back", once I had gone deaf.
You called me constantly, when my number was not in service.
You said you had my back, when all I could see was yours.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
A heartI cannot see itA heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I know it's there
Everybody has one
You can't live without it
Some try to hide it
And keep it a secret
Some are proud of it
And express it to all
Some don't know exactly
What to do with it
But it's always there
It's always beating
Until the day you die
The Man in the LinesStanding before us lies a gateThe Man in the Lines1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Leading to a world filled with hate
We must begin carefully
Taking steps steadily
Least our dreams shredded and ate.
The path ahead leads to the Light
Though its stones are not of good sight.
You will discover then
What Life has truly been
When the time comes for you to fight.
When you find yourself in hard times
Crying yourself in sorrowed chimes
I will always be
your sweet melody
Written forever in these lines.