houses made of graham crackers
i'm not a big believer in living in an edible house. giant peaches, marshmallows... you know the deal. and of course, there's graham cracker houses.
last night janice and I put together... as in cut, glued, decorated and took pictures of a graham cracker village. 5 buildings in total, complete with a chapel among other things. it was actually a lot more work than I thought, cutting out those annoyingly brittle walls and roofs, putting the tiniest little balls on icing that's already dried up, trying not to swear when I jab my overly huge finger through the wall of a stupid cracker.
and so God making the universe in 6 days seem all the more incredible.
anyways, back to the point at hand. i was looking at these incredibly brittle, fragile, tiny homes... and I thought,
of course, after careful consideration, the only answer is:
NO ONE.
no one would choose this type of living situation. it smells nice and could be nice to look at, but practically it's worthless, substanceless, pointless...
our lives are so self-engrossed that when the winds of life blow (pun intended), we loose center and we panic. panic is such an underused word in our society because it instills many preconceived notions to the listener... but honestly, so many of us are in a tailspin and we are in a vicious cycle that's out to destroy us. if it's not our family, it's our job, it's our marriage, our friends, our health... you know that song i'm singing right?
there's a name for this type of 'thing'. i use that word loosely, because it very tenuously holds together far too many combustable situations, but that word is summed up nicely in a Holy Book i'm currently studying. it's the word 'storms'.
storms in our life are inevitable. they are. Jesus Christ never said, i'm the savior of the World, now go eat sun chips forever and let's just chill. nope. he said, come to me all who are heavy burden... and i'll give you rest.
he wasn't talking about taking a pit stop along a road trip of life to intermittently relieve yourself. he was talking about coming to Him with every single issue, every problem, every 'thing'... and he will DO something about it. what does he do?
so, what am i trying to say? i guess i'm saying that our lives ARE fragile. they are supposed to be. trying to change that about our lives is just plain stupid. we can't. we can't just etch-a-stech our whole life and say "man, let's start that crap over again..." we have one life to live and it's scary if we screw it up. and i mean, we are mostly blood, bones and organs wrapped tightly by a layer of skin that's comparable to burritto skin... and yet we think that security comes with a degree, or a gun. we are fragile people through and through.
yet in my tender 30 years of existence, there's never been a single message on this planet that's as compelling as Jesus Christ when he says this:
i mean, he is God, he created... everything. and He knew just how fragile we are, how fragile our psyche is, yet He also gave Christ. He comes, He forgives us of ALL of sin, by His grace, and then He says, "now LIVE!"
so now, i can live life in a graham cracker house, and have the best fricking life possible. and intend to.
last night janice and I put together... as in cut, glued, decorated and took pictures of a graham cracker village. 5 buildings in total, complete with a chapel among other things. it was actually a lot more work than I thought, cutting out those annoyingly brittle walls and roofs, putting the tiniest little balls on icing that's already dried up, trying not to swear when I jab my overly huge finger through the wall of a stupid cracker.
and so God making the universe in 6 days seem all the more incredible.
anyways, back to the point at hand. i was looking at these incredibly brittle, fragile, tiny homes... and I thought,
Who the hell would want to live in one of these things?it was rhetorical, which honestly speaking, ALL my questions are rhetorical, but after some thought i really wanted know what type of person would knowingly move into a house that really was only suitable for Papa Smurf. i mean, this thing was being held up by icing of all things. it would eventually rot with mold,and it must have the worst plumbing system possible. let me show you our village:
of course, after careful consideration, the only answer is:
NO ONE.
no one would choose this type of living situation. it smells nice and could be nice to look at, but practically it's worthless, substanceless, pointless...
yet this is how we all live.
our lives are so self-engrossed that when the winds of life blow (pun intended), we loose center and we panic. panic is such an underused word in our society because it instills many preconceived notions to the listener... but honestly, so many of us are in a tailspin and we are in a vicious cycle that's out to destroy us. if it's not our family, it's our job, it's our marriage, our friends, our health... you know that song i'm singing right?
there's a name for this type of 'thing'. i use that word loosely, because it very tenuously holds together far too many combustable situations, but that word is summed up nicely in a Holy Book i'm currently studying. it's the word 'storms'.
storms in our life are inevitable. they are. Jesus Christ never said, i'm the savior of the World, now go eat sun chips forever and let's just chill. nope. he said, come to me all who are heavy burden... and i'll give you rest.
he wasn't talking about taking a pit stop along a road trip of life to intermittently relieve yourself. he was talking about coming to Him with every single issue, every problem, every 'thing'... and he will DO something about it. what does he do?
Matthew 8:25-27
And they went and woke him, saying, "Save us, Lord; we are perishing." And he said to them, "Why are you afraid, O you of little faith?" Then he rose and rebuked thethingsstorms, and there was a great calm. And the men marveled, saying, "What sort of man is this, that even winds and sea obey him?"
- emphasis mine
so, what am i trying to say? i guess i'm saying that our lives ARE fragile. they are supposed to be. trying to change that about our lives is just plain stupid. we can't. we can't just etch-a-stech our whole life and say "man, let's start that crap over again..." we have one life to live and it's scary if we screw it up. and i mean, we are mostly blood, bones and organs wrapped tightly by a layer of skin that's comparable to burritto skin... and yet we think that security comes with a degree, or a gun. we are fragile people through and through.
we live in graham cracker houses.
yet in my tender 30 years of existence, there's never been a single message on this planet that's as compelling as Jesus Christ when he says this:
John 10:10
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.
i mean, he is God, he created... everything. and He knew just how fragile we are, how fragile our psyche is, yet He also gave Christ. He comes, He forgives us of ALL of sin, by His grace, and then He says, "now LIVE!"
wow.
so now, i can live life in a graham cracker house, and have the best fricking life possible. and intend to.
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