Abortion, Life, Love, Imperfection, Hedonism

I love my generation. I think we've faced so much junk-lousy governments, divorce, abuse, sick twisted demented, sex-obsessed tv. I go to SFU and I love how some of the people there are passionate about human rights. However, I was sorely disappointed by an article about abortion being a "human rights" issue. I am a defender of women, believe they should be given every possible opportunity to succeed in life, but does anyone ever consider the rights of this child in the mother's womb? If these children were simply outside of the womb and the doctor went and killed them it would be considered a horrendous act (and rightly so), but just because the child is housed in its mother's womb, it is considered simply a choice. We have so much technology today we can see pictures of the child moving inside the mother's tummy, and yet we will not admit that it is a child.

Again I say this only in love. What is the matter with us? How much can we harden our hearts? I know issues like rape do make the issue more difficult, but this instance does not happen as much as people sometimes make it out to be. The truth is there are other options. Why do "human rights" activists absolutely seem to refuse to consider adoption as a possible option? I am deeply saddened for my own and the next generation. What have we come to? If my generation will not listen to me then I will go to the next generation, and I will teach the value of life. Not based just on what is convenient for me.

At the core of this issue I hear a voice calling I love you, I love you, I love you-the voice of God, but if you're more comfortable I would just call it LOVE the way it was meant to be expressed. Isn't that why we have sex? even sex with people we don't really love and end up with abortions? Love? Intimacy? Why can't we learn to run to God with our desire for love? or to friends?

Men, I'm speaking to you now. You cannot leave your woman pregnant and force her into abortion. There's a reason why God said wait for marriage for sex. It's killing us! No commitment. No trust.

I must say over the last few months, I've never felt my own frailty so much. Never faced my own desires, my own passions. It's hard. I asked God why it's so difficult. Told me it's cos nothing great costs me nothing. If we want great relationships, we gotta learn the patience, pay the high price. That's the problem with myself and my generation. We want everything now. Right away. Takes no endurance. No struggle. We just want to give into our every feeling, desire, and hormone. I think that's called Hedonism. hmmm.

I think I'm learning to believe in the radical middle. Cos I know the answer's definitely not Stoicism either. The book of Genesis (yeah from the Bible) talks about the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil (yeah, the one they weren't supposed to eat the fruit from), and everyone seems to focus on that one. The Tree of Life, though is also in the Garden, and that's the one they were supposed to eat from. Sound interesting? So what is that Tree of Life? I think it brings wisdom for how to really, truly walk. I think it's really knowing Jesus, the one who said He was life. I wish I could just grab a hold on Him. It's hard having a God that is "invisible."

After a few weeks of holidays, I'm tired of all the feasting, the games, all the pleasure. My soul feels empty. There is more. I read this very interesting article about Christianity- best challenge to me ever. The writer was saying how she believed Jesus would have been a "softly spoken, reserved, sort of easy-going minstrel of love and justice, who would not have singled any one out merely for holding a torch to a different set of values, just as longs they were non-violent and portraying the beauty and everlasting positivism, which each soul possessed." When I read that I just about fainted. Sounds exactly like who I've always sought to be. And yet in that I realized that is not who Jesus is. Jesus is 100% loving, which means He doesn't just allow ideas that bring fragmentation and death. Jesus is God and Jesus must be worshipped. He commands our worship because of His goodness, His power, His truth and His justice. He is perfect. We definitely are not.

I look around I see imperfect people. I look at myself I see an imperfect person. The wrinkles, the gray, the zits, the uncombed hair. The impatience, the shouting, the thoughts that just aren't on right, an inability to organize. I feel so incapable of loving imperfect people. It hurts, cos I know I should. I know I was created to do so. God if you are perfect love (and I believe you are cos that's what you said) then we need a radical download of love into our lives. We need to see people through different eyes. And I cannot worship anyone but you. But I'm also gonna humble myself and learn from others who know more than me even if they don't everything perfect.