makegood

i've got "god's gonna cut you down " by johnny cash on blast. and repeat. on blast.

and it has me thinking about the end.

it came and left in our sleep, none of us the wiser. this perfect, imperfect world is what we're left with.

there's no one left to come for us. there are no hands for us to hold but our own. it's up to us to save ourselves.

if, as i've suggested many times, especially in the book, emotions and intentions don't matter, only actions, then we're fucked.

or not.

what's left in this perfect, imperfect place is the opportunity for each and every one of us to live the life of a saint in a world of sinners. this void we so often find when we raise our hands up to the sky and call out for help, it's the ultimate test of not just our strengths, but our weaknesses. He's there, i have no doubt, and He cares and loves us all. but easier isn't always better. there's a line in the book that's ringing true at the moment. our guy is explaining his lack of faith and drops the line "whoever said God is Love was sadly fucking mistaken." his friend responds, simply, with "maybe He's just got a different definition." and what if that's it. what if the truest definition of "Love" was lost somewhere in the rush to crown the next American Idol and marry off the Bachelor and Bachelorette before The Amazing Race lost its Weakest Link and the only Survivor found himself Lost in the Jersey Shore. the world we look back on and fondly remember, a place where honor and dedication were rewarded over beauty and Self, it was traded in long before any of us had any say in it. and if we could just get back there, get back to being right[eous] more than Right...we'd see that we never lost the most basic gift He ever gave us. the ability to fix anything wrong in this world with what's right in it.

saints in a world of sinners, i dare you. take a stand.

honest. sincere. loyal. moral. compassionate. loving.

and don't just choose one.

make it good.