1. I was thinking last night about something I've been wanting to write about. "Better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere". In David Crowder's book Praise Habit he talks about preferring to scrub the bathroom floor in the house of God than have everything anywhere else. So think. A california king sized bed. Silk sheets. Servants. Designer clothes. Delicious food. All the drinks, drugs and sex you can handle. But still feeling empty because God is not there with you. Then my mind went to in Hell we are seperate from God. Hell is like, or hell on earth is, Charlie Sheen's life. He lives with porn stars, he does a crapload of coke, but I have yet to hear a single person say they wish they were Charlie Sheen.
2. For Lent I have given up mobile web on my cell phone, and it's been very eye opening. I feel much less connected to the world, and it's starting to feel kind of nice. Choosing times to be connected and times to be alone. But with the lack of twitter and youtube in my pocket and me not watching tv much, i didn't hear about the earthquake in Japan for a solid day. My dad and I were talking to day about natural disasters like that and when people have time but they don't have notice. It's interesting when there's an earthquake in Haiti and within minutes there are a few hundred twitpics of the damage. But what if you don't have twitter and you need to be told to get out? There were people in Japan who had no idea that they were going to be flooded. There is a train full of people missing. A full train. They know where the tracks go, they don't know where the train went. I'm guessing it's at the bottom of the ocean. My mind is so optimistic that I hear people are missing and I think they're okay and they found an island. Not that I don't take it seriously, I just think and hope the best. I will assume someone is alive until their body is identified. They found a mass of a few hundred bodies, which is not everyone. It blew my mind. These people are not missing, they are dead. Every one of them. They had families they had jobs they had pets and iPods and lives. Gone. In my mind that many people cannot be dead it cannot happen, but they can, it did. I always think how much it would suck to die of a bomb. Knowing you can't run. you see it go off, you have a second to proccess it, and think Oh My God, and you are dead. People always tell me you wouldn't feel anything, but that's not my point, and I'm sure you would feel something. It just wouldn't last long. You would feel your body being torn apart. You would feel yourself die and in the time it takes to blink you would be gone, everything you worked for would be vapor. No one cares how toned your body was when you have to be identified by your dental records. People don't mourn the deaths of rich, selfish white men. People mourn the deaths of children, of single mothers, of families. It just gives an interesting perspective to what is important in this life, and in the next. I'm very bad about witnessing to people. I don't know what to say, and my attitude as it is to most things in life is, believe what you want, let's not fight about it. But what if they need to fight, to hear what they need to hear before they die? Not something I can do, and what if some day God looks to me after all of my time spent playing video games has burned up in a fire and he mentions some people I know who don't know him, and he asks me why I didn't even try.
