Love God Yet Hate His Followers?(1/13/2013)Love God Yet Hate His Followers?3 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
So I Shall Stand Here and Watch...So I Shall Stand Here and Watch...3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
From here I shall stand and look down on the world. I shall watch as the leaders of great nations look for ways to fill the void. I shall watch as they lead their followers down the road that can end only in ruin.
One day they will all realize that the void can only be filled by God. Only God can lead them down the appropriate road.
So I shall stand here, looking on as the world leads itself toward its own destruction. And I will pray for them.
The Wolf and the DogDoes the wild wolf envy the common dog?The Wolf and the Dog5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For it is true that the dog is leashed,
And that his reign is met with an iron fence,
While the wolf's domain is an endless spread.
Yet as the night sinks into murky blue,
And the cold descends in ribbons,
The wolf in strife through toils might
Lies hungry in his den.
And the dog in slumber at master's feet,
His body warm and his belly full,
With dreams so peaceful at his dispense
Lies cozy in his bed.
For a dog unleashed is a mangy threat,
Shot through the skull or smashed on the ground,
Or torn in shreds by the wild wolf,
So in safety sleeps the dog.
While the wolf stalks, he is stalked.
The price of freedom to be gained,
Enslaved to hunger, leashed by fear,
Lamenting alone to the moon.
I do believe that freedom aches
Much more than a loving hand.
However hard the wolf shall strive,
His ache will never be satisfied.
Breath and blood. (Tales of demon kisses...) ficBreath and bloodBreath and blood. (Tales of demon kisses...) fic3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Just get me home," I mutter, trying to disguise my labored breathing. But I apparently I have the worst luck todayeven I can hear crackling and whistling wheezes in my voice. Doubtless it's even louder to him due to the superior hearing of my trained dog. Trained demon. Whatever.
My head hurts, and my lungs feel like a stretched balloon. No matter how deep I try to breath, it isn't enough. I can't bear to be held so closelyeven Sebastian's stronggentlearms feel like they're crushing my lungs. Restricting my breathing even more.
"Now, now, focus on something besides your discomfort, little master," Sebastian coaxes, effortlessly dodging the bullets of my customer's rival gang.
I, on the other hand, have endured a scraped knee and elbow from being forcibly shoved down to keep from being shot. Sometimes I think he's less than perfect on purpose. Only with me of course.
"Just think of all the information you got tonight," he says, his tone s
Is Liking Dragons unChristian?In other words, can a Christian morally have a love for dragons? The logic behind the question is that dragons by Biblical standards seem to be evil creatures. Therefore it should be incompatible to follow Jesus Christ and love dragons at the same time, right? This is what I've been accused of many times, being a firm holder to Truth yet having a soft spot for dragons. I would like to answer in detail these accusations, thus the reason for this article.Is Liking Dragons unChristian?6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Let us look at dragons from every angle, starting with what The Sacred Scriptures say. In The Holy Bible the Hebrew word used for dragon(s) is 'tanniyn' and shows up 29 times in The Old Testament. But, do note that dragons are not always referred to under that word in Scripture, so the count is higher. I've divided these verses up into groups, mainly general and specific cases.
**Dragons in general
--in The Bible we see that dragons are often used by God as curses. Examples are the Babylonian Empire (Isaiah 1
The One Where The Cake IgnitesThe One Where The Cake Ignites10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Phoebe is in Central Perk with Ross.
Ross is writing a poem to Rachel,
unlikely as this may seem. Phoebe
listens to him recite it, then Chandler
walks in on the last few lines: "And Joey
is a noey like Hannukah with Monica,
so you see, you're left with me." "Monica
and Hannukah?" says Chandler. "Gee, Ross,
I thought you quit poetry." (Titles) Joey,
elsewhere, is cooking with Rachel.
They're baking a birthday cake for Chandler.
Joey's idea. They're counting on Phoebe
to keep him stalled. So, naturally, Phoebe
tells Chandler to write a poem for Monica.
"It's Phoebe's poetry workshop!" Chandler
relents, but writes four lines for Ross:
"Oh Ross/So cross/Becoss/Of Rachel."
Monica arrives in the flat to find Joey
and Rachel cooking. She screams. Joey
belts her - she falls unconscious. Phoebe
senses violence, contacts Rachel
psychically. "Something just happened to Monica!"
Chandler's ode has riled Ross.
He demands satisfaction from Chandler,
produces two pistols, whereupon Chandler
What I learned from Zelda1. While it may seem like fun to go into people's houses and break their stuff, this is in fact wrong and you may be forced to pay compensation for it.What I learned from Zelda3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. The fairies may give you a second chance at life- or four.
3. You can get drunk on milk.
4. When you find something suspicious, blow it up.
5. Don't worry about falling from cliffs; you'll just respawn where you started.
6. Postmen are very reliable and dedicated public servants.
7. Averting the apocalypse is as simple as playing a few notes.
8. Translation books may just save your life one day.
9. Sometimes, goats just need to be petted.
10. Do not attack chickens. Ever.
11. Don't be discouraged from trying even if there are bigger fish in the pond.
12. Be careful to never get lost in a forest.
13. When sailing, be sure to leap over any hazards you may come across.
14. One man's trifle is another's treasure.
15. Don't play Whack-A-Mole with dragons.
16. Masks can bring either a blessing or curse- more likely the latter.
17. A visit
Decay of Animation: Don BluthDecay of Animation: Don BluthDecay of Animation: Don Bluth5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Don Bluth, who hasn't seen his films growing up? I know I did. "The Secret of N.I.M.H.", "An American Tail", "The Land Before Time", and "All Dogs Go To Heaven". These films were a part of my childhood and I am sure many others. They all had one thing in common, a creator, and that man was named Don Bluth. To give you a brief run down is simple, Bluth was a former animator at Disney. In fact he helped animate some of the more classic films such as "The Fox and the Hound" and earlier works like "Pete's Dragon". But eventually he grew dissatisfied with the condition of the company after Walt Disney's death, that he left and started his own animation studio. During the eighties he was pretty much an animation powerhouse. The four films above were loved and were generally very powerful emotionally. Nightmare fuel seemed to be a staple of all of Mr. Bluth's films.
However that changed during the era known as the nineties.
After All Dogs, Don c
+Sol and Luna - BL+Long ago, when the oldest of stars were young themselves, there was a young boy. Every moment that this boy lived, he lived in lonely solitude.+Sol and Luna - BL+9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, this young boy grew weary of being alone, with nothing but the silence of eternity to keep him company.
I dont want to be alone anymore, The young boy said to himself. I want a friend.
Not long after, the young boy decided to take action and make himself make a friend. From the innocence of his uncorrupted soul and the light of nearby stars, he created a being of divine beauty and magnificence that matched his own. His tanned body was made from the fires of passion and kindness, and his hair was made of starlight itself, falling in long curls that bounced against his small shoulders.
Youre my friend now, the young boy said to his newly created being. You will keep me company. Oh, but you need a name, dont you? Then from this moment on, you shall be know
The God ManI. THE GOD MAN ARRIVESThe God Man3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my dreams, there was still a god man.
He still visited my father's house.
My father still had a house.
Bricks lay in the backyard, tumbledown. Unthrown.
Becoming dust, dissolving
without breaking, without cracking pain. Quietly,
in the presence of tumblegrass
or swayweeds. Windows glowed like new mothers,
pressed white palms to clear glass
and dreamed of marble kitchen counters. Mouths damask rose,
pink and open as a six-year-old. They had not yet
chewed nails. Didn't realize
they had swallowed a mesa
when they were only children themselves.
Didn't realize the only children who would ever cry in them
would be cactus babies, prickle fingers,
all green flesh and water within.
In my dreams, the god man rapped knocks
on the window's wide eyes, and
on the wide-eyed portals, like a father
searching for faults. Knock now on my ribcage,
see what answers back at you. He rapped four time Fingers like weed roots.
Pulled up and limp white.
It was a day that
A Ceiling Bas-relief (the Fontaine House)1.1850. To typhus, the only boyA Ceiling Bas-relief (the Fontaine House)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a tinsmith, lost. Off to the side
of the mourning, swinging its
neck, the child's pet swan rejects
food, follows its small master.
The smith resumes work. Borne
by river Natchez to Memphis,
across years he labors, ornamenting
the homes of the wealthy.
In 1870, to this house, comes...
2.Atop a scaffold, face uplifted,
Kneeling. He applies
A thin base. An oval frame
Molds. Hands floating,
The curved outline of wings
Forms, feather by feather
Details. Now, between the wings,
Eyes, a delicate nose--
Stare: the smith's hands
long since air,
Lively, this face with his jaw.
PilgrimI'd been alone in the wastes for near ten days when they found me. The building I'd holed-up in might have been a bank, might have been a church; I wasn't going to call it. But its walls were stone-built, and most of them were still standing.Pilgrim2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meals of tinned mystery-meat, and only-slightly irradiated water had kept me alive as I picked through the detritus. I found little more than empty, rusted tins, and kid's toys that had survived the fallout. That is, until I turned up the device; some relic that still had power. It came alive in my hands, splashing blue light across pitted grey stone and orange rust.
Of course, I was far from the only one interested in that trinket. My first warning was the quake; stones shifted beneath my feet and rusting I-beams groaned overhead. Still, that was more warning than most got, and I wasn't about to waste it. I grabbed my pack and ran.
I burst out of the shaking building, arriving at a cratered street. I didn't stop; the quake was hot on my heels. An
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
A Writer Like GodI could understand how hard it would be to be God.A Writer Like God4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Hard, what do you mean? Power supreme, the ability to do anything. What could be hard about that?
You're thinking about it all wrong. Rather than think about what you can do, think about what you have to do. God has to start from scratch, make every little detail. The infinity of things he has at his disposal are really just an infinite number of decisions he has to make. In a lot of ways writers are like God...
Oh, you're just saying that to be clever.
No, hear me out. Imagine this moment was just a scene in a book. For us this coffee table exists, but for the reader it doesn't until it's mentioned by the writer. He has the responsibility for every scratch of furniture in my apartment, to address it for everything it's worth. You and I just take it for granted, and so will the reader unless the writer upholds his end of the bargain.
I don't like it. Comparing a writer to God is a little
The Selkie and the BlacksmithThe Selkie and the BlacksmithThe Selkie and the Blacksmith6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Chris Rosenbaum
Sit down, child, sit down by the fire. Oh ho ho, yes, I'm sorry, you hate being called "child," my girl. It is your twelfth birthday. I am so old now. I don't look it? Well, I am flattered. You see getting older doesn't mean you have to grow old. I am still strong, I can still swing a hammer or a sword if need be. I must give you your birthday present. Come, sit, I will tell you a story. One might call it a faerie tale...but that would imply it never really happened. Oh, this did. This did. It happened many years ago.
You've heard the tales of the selkies, child? Ah, not like this. You see, we know how the seal-folk are...in the sea, they are seals, lithe living bodies under the waves, happy and carefree. Sometimes they come onto land like
Shadow in the nightShadow in the night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear you creep,
I hear you sneak.
Footsteps behind me!
A shadow sweeps across the empty lot.
My heart beats franticly in my chest,
As I quicken my pace.
The fear takes over,
As a twig snaps!
Just a bump in the night I tell myself.
But I know better.
I feel his eyes on me!
His gaze of death.
His skin as ice,
The grin of a madman!
I have encountered this monster before.
Not even human enough to be a man.
His eyes like flamed daggers!
Digging into my flesh!
A scream escapes my lips,
As I meet his gaze.
My skin crawls,
And I become ice cold,
As he draws closer.
I cannot think! I cannot move!
The end has come,
The end of hope.
The end of dreams,
The end of life.
Innocence has lost once more,
I think as darkness surrounds me.
You do not need 'God' to be Moral."If you don't believe in God, then why believe in morality?"You do not need 'God' to be Moral.3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
This question was once asked by a stampmaker who has since deactivated their account here on deviantART. To this person, it seemed that morality was something that required faith. Faith, in the sense of the word that the religious use in reference to their relationship with their particular god, and not in the other sense that is used when someone speaks of trust or confidence in someone or something, based off of previous experiences.
I have always been of the opinion that we do not need god to be a good person. Some have asked me, where does the concept of good come from, but from God? It's an interesting and thought-provoking question. Where does the concept of good come from? Is it something that is learned? And if not learned, is it something that we are born with?
I feel that the solution to these questions can be found by viewing our behavior in the same wa
Die deutsche Passion english translationDie deutsche Passion english translation3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by Uwe Lammler
We live in tribes, where strife and envy
From the edge of history cries out for fratricide
We dream in forests with dense foliage,
In the fog and below the silence of the Rauhnacht,
We reign in legends, sung from far away,
Noone penetrates in the glow of our Sun Fire
And lately became a name our taint and reward
But even our becoming was always passion.
The wall of the Romans cut through our land,
The West and the South supported the enemy
And bought from outside with good profit
Amber and various household items made of tin,
But even the tamed in the Roman state,
Thought about renunciation and vile treachery,
Wakes up in the Cherusci the old teutonic spirit,
Varus will become the victim of the German passion.
Who doesn´t avoid horror, should be warned,
Death won´t be longer a suffering, the death will be passion,
Who stays close to the source, who gives birth to life,
Laughs at the fools who adorn shamefully themselves,
Barbar, which was meant a
Late Night Texts 2D: I feel manly.Late Night Texts 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: Not again.
D: I feel really manly.
S: Last time you felt really manly I ended up with a broken nose.
D: Because you aren't manly.
S: You're seriously going to go through this again?
D: I'm manly, Sam. I don't go through anything.
D: I barrel through it at high force.
D: Quiet, Sam! My manly senses are tingling.
S: Dude, you're texting me. You can't actually hear this.
D: STFU. You're feminism is screwing with my manliness.
S: FWD: (audio message enclosed)- with love, Castiel
S: And how does that make Your Manliness feel?
D: Like someone else was screwing with my manliness. I emerged from that battle victorious, just as I shall emerge from this one.
S: Battle?...Dean, what the hell are you doing?
D: Being manly.
S: Dean, stop it. Seriously, what are you doing?
D: I'm being manly, Sam. Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?
S: If you don't answer me, I'm going to set that clip as Bobby's ringtone. Bet he'd love that.
D: FWD: (pic
darking...darking...darking...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
darking in the rain, darking alone,
dancing with a corpses bone
darking is the witches dance
darking, entering a trance
a witch in the graveyard, darking
is like a child on the street walking
darking is the blackest art
darking is the life's best part
darking in the dark, darking all the time
darking, and not committing a crime
darking is freedom, darking is pure
darking is the world's only cure...
GerontophobiaI think maybeGerontophobia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we smoke cigarettes to deny age,
to deny that there is something
that comes after now.
To pretend we will never be afraid
of mountain hiking
or climbing in and out of cars;
never be afraid of having too many stories
for no one to listen to;
never be afraid that the people we created
will leave us so alone
in sterile fluorescent rooms,
only hoping for Death's reunion
with the ones who walked in the world we loved.
I think maybe
we want to forget about our inelegant future,
where we yellow with fear
and find ever fewer hands to grasp
in the stale darkness of uncertainty.
4.27: SophiaWhy is it all my weary days are spent4.27: Sophia3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In turning cowslips into rays of sun
And floating over blades of grass, unbent
And drawing four conclusions out of one?
No mercy hath the stone and wooden fence
All rimmed with perfect glass which holds the sound
Of freedom outside. Dominating sense
Will pin imagination to the ground.
Forbear. The time will come when wind and rain
Will wash away the mud and dust of youth.
To cling to hope which calls aloud again
Is to rely on dust to hasten truth.
I turn my days of sunlight scattered over
And know the truth comes soon to wisdom's lover.
Drowning in SocietyDrowning in Society:Drowning in Society3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold on the inside...
shivering before the night breaks
I watch myself fall
I hear the devil's call-
He breathes to me, once now, I lose myself and burn again!
He breathes to me, twice now, I lose myself and burn again!
This feeling of the ocean surrounding me
Drown in the oil of vile society
It clings and takes the life right out of me
Drown in the love of vile society...
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted!
We live our lives in hopes of growing wings
Pure white until they're stained by everything
Leave all that you hope for far behind
Let darkness come and free your broken mind
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted!
-Chen Yuan Wen