from Peter Fellowship of KCBC by JIMMY
“Even though it hurts my chest, I’m spark 'til I lose my breath, living in sin since life began, coming out the water to get oxygen, please father help me breath again, at ease again.”
It’s an obvious reference to smoking weed, but also a symbolism for doing the things you don’t want to do in life. You ask God for help, to be at peace, and at the same time you're tokin' on a blunt, even though it hurts….
Wow, it’s incredible, this is how much I waste time thinking about the most stupid things in a day, instead of adding some useful knowledge or doing something productive for a moment, say, read the bible or do multiplication tables in my head, no, instead I sit here and listen to a line from a song and repeat it in my head. I think about why, we consciously pray to God knowing he can help us, and in the same realm of thought and prayer, we sidetrack into our own worldly needs without any consideration for the things that pleases God.
Do you ever pray about wanting to be raised up from some emotional sorrows or a spiritual plight that’s been going on for too long? I do, but damn, as I’m praying, the confluence of spirit and flesh in my heart clashes and more often than not, the flesh remains and triumph, and my prayer has become meaningless and just a waste of time. Head lowered, hands clenched, God needed, yet, my own fall from grace has stopped me from properly praying and maintaining a constant line of contact with God. I have sin that acts as a barrier between my spiritual thirst and the quenching of this thirst God can provide. All my sins have been forgiven and yet, my flesh remains, breeding sin and I become restricted. Although forgiven, it still harbors and expands exponentially in a span of mere minutes, sin makes sin like cockroaches make cockroaches. Visualize it. Take a mental picture. Sick, huh?
Money I guess is mandatory, but putting your spiritual life as secondary shouldn’t be the answer, it’s only going to add to your worries.
Yet, I’ve been thinking about getting a second job recently. (notice how fast I blatantly go away from the things I know should be my priorities?)
I can live in relative contentment, minus a few luxuries of the world, but no, I want to live out and go shop for house ware, go buy a new rug at like Ross or something. There’s a Walmart next to my work I sometimes go to and I sincerely consider buying bunch of crap I don’t need. It’s the ways of the world.. I can’t close my eyes and just think about the blessings of the soul. I’m restless, constantly anxious about life in this world when I have a kingdom of heaven to look forward to. I want to just scream from the top of my lungs, get wasted and go get into a fight with some random guy at a bar.
Getting away from the ways of the world is easy. The thing is, for me, when I get away, I always get caught again. It’s like the world sends out bounty hunters, or bait, in the form of friends, girls, money to recapture what had originally belonged to them. The ways of the world is the ways of your flesh is the ways of your sin is the ways of your life is the ways of your death.
Wayz of the world…..
………….
“Even though it hurts my chest, I’m spark 'til I lose my breath, living in sin since life began, coming out the water to get oxygen, please father help me breath again, at ease again.”
It’s an obvious reference to smoking weed, but also a symbolism for doing the things you don’t want to do in life. You ask God for help, to be at peace, and at the same time you're tokin' on a blunt, even though it hurts….
Wow, it’s incredible, this is how much I waste time thinking about the most stupid things in a day, instead of adding some useful knowledge or doing something productive for a moment, say, read the bible or do multiplication tables in my head, no, instead I sit here and listen to a line from a song and repeat it in my head. I think about why, we consciously pray to God knowing he can help us, and in the same realm of thought and prayer, we sidetrack into our own worldly needs without any consideration for the things that pleases God.
Do you ever pray about wanting to be raised up from some emotional sorrows or a spiritual plight that’s been going on for too long? I do, but damn, as I’m praying, the confluence of spirit and flesh in my heart clashes and more often than not, the flesh remains and triumph, and my prayer has become meaningless and just a waste of time. Head lowered, hands clenched, God needed, yet, my own fall from grace has stopped me from properly praying and maintaining a constant line of contact with God. I have sin that acts as a barrier between my spiritual thirst and the quenching of this thirst God can provide. All my sins have been forgiven and yet, my flesh remains, breeding sin and I become restricted. Although forgiven, it still harbors and expands exponentially in a span of mere minutes, sin makes sin like cockroaches make cockroaches. Visualize it. Take a mental picture. Sick, huh?
Money I guess is mandatory, but putting your spiritual life as secondary shouldn’t be the answer, it’s only going to add to your worries.
Yet, I’ve been thinking about getting a second job recently. (notice how fast I blatantly go away from the things I know should be my priorities?)
I can live in relative contentment, minus a few luxuries of the world, but no, I want to live out and go shop for house ware, go buy a new rug at like Ross or something. There’s a Walmart next to my work I sometimes go to and I sincerely consider buying bunch of crap I don’t need. It’s the ways of the world.. I can’t close my eyes and just think about the blessings of the soul. I’m restless, constantly anxious about life in this world when I have a kingdom of heaven to look forward to. I want to just scream from the top of my lungs, get wasted and go get into a fight with some random guy at a bar.
Getting away from the ways of the world is easy. The thing is, for me, when I get away, I always get caught again. It’s like the world sends out bounty hunters, or bait, in the form of friends, girls, money to recapture what had originally belonged to them. The ways of the world is the ways of your flesh is the ways of your sin is the ways of your life is the ways of your death.
Wayz of the world…..
………….
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