So much for the permissive society! Young people refuse to acknowledge that there can be rewards for enduring the dark days of a marriage; happiness is always supposed to be instantaneous and any deferral is regarded as intolerable. Was there ever such a flight from reality? No wonder the young resort to drugs to ease their disorientation! They have never been taught to face reality and endure it - or in other words, they have never been taught how to survive. The permissive society is a phantom utopia which promises perfect freedom and yet has all its adherents in chains on Death Row.
-Chapter 1 Section 3 Absolute Truths by Susan Howatch
“The end of life is not to be happy, nor to achieve pleasure & avoid pain, but to do the will of God, come what may.”
-Martin Luther King Jr
Aesthetics (also spelled æsthetics) is a branch of philosophy dealing with the nature of art, beauty, and taste, with the creation and appreciation of beauty. It is more scientifically defined as the study of sensory or sensori-emotional values, sometimes called judgments of sentiment and taste. More broadly, scholars in the field define aesthetics as "critical reflection on art, culture and nature."
When I was on the #XcountryXmas adventure I kept thinking to myself; what if I was blind?
what would this trip be to me if I couldn't see anything.
Was the entire trip merely about the sights the aesthetically visual pleasing? Would I have a desire to drive (or in the case of blindness ride) to the coast and back without the sense of sight?
Do I view deferrals of happiness as intolerable?
Do I honestly believe MLK when he says the meaning of life isn't to be happy, it isn't to dodge pain and search for pleasure?
I know what the bible teaches about all of this stuff. I know in my head that MLK is right. But what of my heart, what of reality? I have the faith but as for the deeds... the 'acts'
I don't want to be a man who lives a life in a phantom utopia. I don't want to be in chains on Death Row because of my aesthetics.
Would I entertain a company of annoying people?
Would I eat a diet of bland flavors?
Would I explore a world without sight?
Would I worship God without comfort?
There is something beautiful to toil.
There is something aesthetic to strife.
It is as if God created the world that way.
I once heard somewhere:
sin gives the reward first then the consequence.
Righteousness is the opposite after the perseverance comes the reward.
“Since you listened to your wife and ate from the tree whose fruit I commanded you not to eat, the ground is cursed because of you. All your life you will struggle to scratch a living from it. It will grow thorns and thistles for you, though you will eat of its grains. By the sweat of your brow will you have food to eat until you return to the ground from which you were made. For you were made from dust, and to dust you will return.”
-Genesis 3
Bea told me during her urban gardening internship she learned that this was not a punishment from God to man but rather the new way to reconnect with God. Because of sin it now had to be this way.
Struggle to scratch a living,
By the sweat of your brow will you have food to eat
There is something beautiful to toil.
There is something aesthetic to strife.
It is only through all the brutal practices and workout that the team wins the championship.
It is only through sore muscles, and aching back that the seeds are planted.
It is only through calloused fingers and muscle memory strumming that the song is written.
It is only through 20 page papers and all night studying that the degree is obtained.
It is only through honesty and self sacrifice that a 60 year marriage is maintained.
The end justifies the means.
But the reward can only be that satisfying with the reality of risk ever present.
The teams could play their best, but one must lose
The seeds could be planted, but the rain must fall
The song could be written, but the audience might jeer
The material could be known, but the grade might fail
The wife might love intensely, but the husband must as well.
This is the brutal beautiful reality that is life.
I don't want to live in the permissive society.
I don't want to be ruled by my aesthetics.
I want to be free. I want to live.
To love is to risk.
To risk is to live.
To live is to love.
I trust you Jesus
free her heart
heal Bea
heal me
Glen Hansard - What are We gonna do
-Chapter 1 Section 3 Absolute Truths by Susan Howatch
“The end of life is not to be happy, nor to achieve pleasure & avoid pain, but to do the will of God, come what may.”
-Martin Luther King Jr
Aesthetics (also spelled æsthetics) is a branch of philosophy dealing with the nature of art, beauty, and taste, with the creation and appreciation of beauty. It is more scientifically defined as the study of sensory or sensori-emotional values, sometimes called judgments of sentiment and taste. More broadly, scholars in the field define aesthetics as "critical reflection on art, culture and nature."
When I was on the #XcountryXmas adventure I kept thinking to myself; what if I was blind?
what would this trip be to me if I couldn't see anything.
Was the entire trip merely about the sights the aesthetically visual pleasing? Would I have a desire to drive (or in the case of blindness ride) to the coast and back without the sense of sight?
Do I view deferrals of happiness as intolerable?
Do I honestly believe MLK when he says the meaning of life isn't to be happy, it isn't to dodge pain and search for pleasure?
I know what the bible teaches about all of this stuff. I know in my head that MLK is right. But what of my heart, what of reality? I have the faith but as for the deeds... the 'acts'
I don't want to be a man who lives a life in a phantom utopia. I don't want to be in chains on Death Row because of my aesthetics.
Would I entertain a company of annoying people?
Would I eat a diet of bland flavors?
Would I explore a world without sight?
Would I worship God without comfort?
There is something beautiful to toil.
There is something aesthetic to strife.
It is as if God created the world that way.
I once heard somewhere:
sin gives the reward first then the consequence.
Righteousness is the opposite after the perseverance comes the reward.
“Since you listened to your wife and ate from the tree whose fruit I commanded you not to eat, the ground is cursed because of you. All your life you will struggle to scratch a living from it. It will grow thorns and thistles for you, though you will eat of its grains. By the sweat of your brow will you have food to eat until you return to the ground from which you were made. For you were made from dust, and to dust you will return.”
-Genesis 3
Bea told me during her urban gardening internship she learned that this was not a punishment from God to man but rather the new way to reconnect with God. Because of sin it now had to be this way.
Struggle to scratch a living,
By the sweat of your brow will you have food to eat
There is something beautiful to toil.
There is something aesthetic to strife.
It is only through all the brutal practices and workout that the team wins the championship.
It is only through sore muscles, and aching back that the seeds are planted.
It is only through calloused fingers and muscle memory strumming that the song is written.
It is only through 20 page papers and all night studying that the degree is obtained.
It is only through honesty and self sacrifice that a 60 year marriage is maintained.
The end justifies the means.
But the reward can only be that satisfying with the reality of risk ever present.
The teams could play their best, but one must lose
The seeds could be planted, but the rain must fall
The song could be written, but the audience might jeer
The material could be known, but the grade might fail
The wife might love intensely, but the husband must as well.
This is the brutal beautiful reality that is life.
I don't want to live in the permissive society.
I don't want to be ruled by my aesthetics.
I want to be free. I want to live.
To love is to risk.
To risk is to live.
To live is to love.
I trust you Jesus
free her heart
heal Bea
heal me
Glen Hansard - What are We gonna do