Showing posts with label jesus. Show all posts
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Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Timshel

So it's been a while. That's an understatement, its been close to a year. Maybe not. Anyway it's been a period of time since I last posted. So to make up for it, im letting you in on my latest soul-searching pointless ramblings. 

Mumford and Sons, let's discuss them. My friend once told me he didn't like them because they sounded like a shipping company. Upon reflection they do rather, but that doesn't make them any less admirable. I digress. They're my favourite band, by far and my favourite song by them goes by the name of Timshel. I'll be I've always loved this song, it's more than beautiful and seems applicable in every circumstance. After doing a bit of background reading I discovered the song was inspired by the John Steinback classic East of Eden (also a film with the one and only mr. james dean). 

In the book the characters are discussing religion and various translations of the bible. The passage goes as follows:

“Don’t you see?” he cried. “The American Standard translation orders men to triumph over sin, and you can call sin ignorance. The King James translation makes a promise in ‘Thou   shalt,’ meaning that men will surely triumph over sin. But the Hebrew word, the word timshel—‘Thou mayest’— that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a man. For if ‘Thou mayest’—it is also true that ‘Thou mayest not.’

 And now it all makes sense. As a christian I've always struggled with the concept of free will and how that's played out. And it finally makes sense. J. K. Rowling once said that "It is our choices who show who we really are, far more than our abilities" and i agree so greatly. I'm so very thankful that I have the choice. The choice of icecream when i go to a cafe, the choice of lipstick colour when I go out. And  beyond such topical things, the choice to do what's right. I can choose God at any moment, and similarly , I can choose sin. 

A song that always makes me nostalgic for the days when I first read the Harry Potter series is called The Last Call by a band called Oliver Boy and the Rememberalls. In the second verse, highly reminiscent of rowling, the lyrics say:

"We have the power of choice. We have the power to define our own future.
We merely have to step up to the plate and take hold of what we care for,
Not letting go of our dreams and wishes just because people tell us this all has a life span."


Now yes, he may have been talking about the Harry Potter fandom at the time, but I think these words still ring true.

So, in conclusion, celebrate your choice, whatever it may be. Furthermore, be humbled with the realisation that you're not forced to do anything, you can choose to be a better person at any time. And with that, some final words from Steinback are definitely needed:

“And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.”

-Kate

Friday, December 13, 2013

You Can't Hurt Christmas

Yep. It's that dreaded time of year again. That one month where everybody thinks it's acceptable to blast holiday tunes throughout the shopping centre and cover their houses in every possible lightbulb they can find. It's christmas.

Don't get me wrong, I love celebrating the birth of baby Jesus. But there's celebrating and having a good time, and then there's celebrating. Call me a grinch if you must, but I really don't see the appeal. Why would you want to dress your house in grotesquely illuminated baubles for the entire world to see? Why do we all of a sudden love C-list celebrities that sing the same carols every year and pretend they're the next beyonce? Why is michael buble's CD stocked in every single shop you can imagine including the grocery store? Why do we dress our cars up as reindeers? THEY ARE CARS.

Most of all I think the thing that annoys me most is despite my protests every year, I still end up sitting around with my crazy family, belting out an assortment of Mariah Carey's carols, wishing every day could as good as this. As much as I say I hate it, the truth is, you really can't hurt christmas. No matter how many times I refuse to decorate the christmas tree, or refuse to sing carols at church, or refuse to smile in every family photo showing our bonbon prizes, I still end up loving it.

So whether you're a grinch like me, or one of those psycho's that actually willingly attends carols by candlelight every year, have a swell holiday season.

-Kate