Wednesday, 5 November 2014

What is love?


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f you asked someone what exactly love is, they probably couldn't tell you a concrete definition. Love is not something that can be easily defined. Almost everybody agrees that love is great and that the world always needs more of it. The best type of love is unconditional love. The love a parent has for their child. The love a dog has for their owner. The love that best friends have no matter what happens. Unconditional love isn't a common practice though. It seems like Love is becoming a rare thing in our world. We have the ability to hate and treat others badly and many people choose to do so. But by loving we can fight the good fight. So what exactly is love. I can't tell you a solid definition but I can tell you how I view the concept of love. Love involves self-sacrifice or the willing to self-sacrifice. It's a scary thought to die. It might be an even scarier thought to die for someone else.


Jesus Christ died for our sins. Although we can't directly witness him paying the price for us he did. That's love. That's the kind of love that would drive a parent to die for their child or a sibling to die for a sibling or a friend to die for a friend. In fact that's the kind of love that drives a stranger to die for another stranger. I believe that love also consists of very simple sacrifices. Doing something for someone out of the kindness of your heart and not needing recognition for it. Christianity is a practice of love. This love ranges from self-love to love for others to love for God. God is Love (1 John 5:17). Love is what motivates God in his actions (1 John 4:16). The book of John talks a lot about Love and has some very beautiful passages about what Love is. I think it's important we practice loving others, especially in an ever increasing diverse world. Love is something that can change the world and change lives.

This article is taken from
  silasprakash.blogspot.com

   THE THIEF'S TESTIMONY


I am a thief; a murderer; the personification of all known vices. I’ve earned my place on this rocky hill, this torturous one way ticket to the tree. I’ve killed for no reason, ransacked for the nerve of it; stolen for pleasure, disregrded everything but myself. It’s been a lonely life, the rouges that were my friends fled with their lives when the soldiers came calling, they left me sleeping unarmed and helpless. I knew all along they had no regard for me, but neither did I. My heart was a black hole, dark as the deepest ocean, where nothing went in and nothing ever cared to peep out. Here I lay now on this rugged piece of wood the Romans so scornfully call the cross, bleeding. My mind goes haywire, my transgressions haunting me as though I was the victim in each frame. The cry of the helpless, the blood of the innocent, the prayer of the righteous, the utter agony of the murdered, pierce my once insolent mind. I know I have wronged; I deserve what I suffer , I’m reaping the rich harvest of what I’ve sowed. I’ve reached the pinnacle of my impertinent careeer, my terminal destination, my final post. As I hang to my woes, my hazy eyes draw the picture of a lamb being slaughtered in my place for my iniquities. How can that be ? my barmy mind ask. 

              Out in the valley like a mirage, I see another man, brought up the stony path to be crucified. The nearer he gets, the more I hear about him. I see his broken bleedy face, He looks at me with a warmth, I’ve never felt my entire life. His eyes barely open, but deep down I see a twinkle.They spitefully call him the KING of JEWS. I know they don’t mean a word they say. Who dares to incur the wrath of Ceaser these days ? Why do I feel that the Romans are right ? Is it my dying mind ? They laugh at him in derision. They beat him, they spit at him, they make the charade of a king out of him. They bruise every bone of his : from his skull, to his rib, to his hip, to his toe. They make a mockery out of his kingship. I somehow know this is not the end of the King. I somehow know he is much more than the weak human my eyes can see.

            He gave me much by one look on my face. I now know I have a brother, I know I have a father, I know I have friend, and someone I can finally trust. Tears roll down my craggy face. I’ve never felt so comforted before. I don’t understand why my heart wants me to ask this of the King, I cry out in the midst of all this pain” Jesus, could you please remember me when you are in your kingdom ?” He turns his head to my side, looks at me with a compasionate tearfull eye, and a difficult smile. He says these golden words to me “ I tell the truth, today you will live with Me in paradise.”



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silasprakash.blogspot.com

Tuesday, 4 November 2014

Let us kiss say good bye and catch the bus?

Beach is where the waves kiss the sand and leave without waiting for an answer. Had the waves not gone, the sand could melt into talk about many things of the land that waves cannot see. But he does not want to talk, he does not want to wait all he need is a touch and he must leave.
 When God created man he must have kissed on his forehead and said “it is good”. Later when Adam met his beloved, eve, walking towards him from distance he must have run and kissed her. of course, Cain knew the warmth of  his mother’s hug and kiss.
Then tell me if i don’t kiss how I can express my love. We must kiss, hug and embrace each other.
A mother kissed her child in the public and there i saw a smile on their face. It turned a frown when a boy met a girl and a kiss is planted.


Society is a monster and we must kill it

“We have gathered here to kill a monster by plucking out his eyes and by cutting off his fingers” they argued within their hearts, before they attacked.
Somebody told as i was watching, “we cannot help but attack things that does not change. “
He continued preaching,
“We want change, from others don’t change, and we wish to be the others who make the changeless laws. Also, we need nobody to control us so we control them telling what not to be controlled.
The monster wants us to be like him but we need the monster to be like us. It is just a transfer of power.
Nobody wants to change; nobody needs other men to be free. All need things to be perfect, all need his or her idea to be absolute, all need to set rules.”


If kissing is nothing special

then why should I ever kiss ?

No one has the right to tell me i should not kiss my wife. No one has the right to tell me I should not kiss my friend. I am more concerned with my logical convictions than some superficial culture or forefather’s tradition.
But it does not mean that i have to burn the beauty of kissing. It is my favourite expression of love and not to be trampled in a crowed.
Sadly people fail to understand secrets are better than scandals. I would rather kiss my wife in private, and let it be a secret between me and her. it gives me more pleasure because privacy adds its charm .
Kissing is more than placing your lips on the other cheek. 
in the case of sex, When you kill its secrecy you are destroying its beauty.
If there is nothing to be hidden then we have lost the ability to wonder. Let us keep secrets to be secrets and things to hide be hidden.

Free men are dead like a trees.

the question is not can we kiss in public or not. in the present day context, as a response to this week's incident, i would like to say that Kissing is not an act of revenge. It is not a hammer to hit your enemies. You reduced the kiss to nothing to show the world that you are a rebel, to shout that you are a free man and more reasonable than others.
Why do you say that kissing must be allowed and beating must be prohibited? what is the logic behind it?
If we have the right to do anything we want, then nobody has the right to ask for his rights. If kissing must be allowed because of freedom then why don’t we justify beating with the same freedom?
So who gave me the right to kiss my wife?

Freedom is doing the right thing. But if you have no definition for right then our freedom is a myth.