On The Origin Of Species

I was on wikipedia, looking at a summary of what was in Darwin's book On the Origin of Species, and it got me thinking about stuff-not the origin of species, I'm not a very scientific person, so I only barely understand what all that's about-but more about people and their rejecting of God and His existence and the effect that has on them. This is what I came up with:

Reading this just reminds me of what a man (or woman) becomes after a lifetime of rejecting God’s existence. Sure, a person can start out as a great one with fabulous intentions, they just happen to not think that a “God” exists. No problem.
But after a while, they start rejecting more than just God. They start rejecting things that could possibly support the existence of God. Why? Because that would mean that they’re wrong. This is totally natural, who really wants to be wrong?
That’s not the only reason one would reject God. The other reason is that IF there was a God, then they would have to be held accountable for their actions. All those things they’ve done in secret; all those thoughts they’ve had; every single bit of their private, personal life would be known. We know that we’ve done, said and thought bad things, and that’s okay, as long as we’re the only ones who know about it. But if Someone perfect and wonderful knows about it…we’re now seen as the terrible people we really are. We don’t have to admit to that, sometimes we don’t even recognize it. But we’re not entirely stupid. We were created with a mind that can put two and two together to figure out that we’re not as great as we pretend to be. I digress.
So they begin rejecting everything that leads to God. Then the next step is rejecting everything that REMINDS them of God. That’s a pretty empty life they’re building.
No wonder Darwin became so bitter toward the end. Same thing with Voltaire. Possibly the same with emperors and kings and other types of rulers. They start off great, just trying to figure things out or stating what they’ve observed and everything. But they still refuse to see God in this. They put humans or nature or something else as the be all end all. That’s why they became bitter, because humans are sinful. They let you down more than once. Pretty soon, they all start to look more like animals, because that’s how a lot of them act. And geez, anything disabled or mentally unstable is OBVIOUSLY worse than a regular human, because they can’t even act like the proper animals they are. So it only makes sense that they should die, as they’re no help to the other animals, in fact, they’re a burden!
I feel so terrible for the people who have believed things like this. That’s such a terrible way of thinking. I know I’d become quite depressed if I saw the world like that.

God,
I hope that I’ll never even begin to view life this way. It is such a gift. Humans and animals and anything else in life are all your creation, and it’s so beautiful. Yes, we sin and act like animals a lot of the time, but you didn’t create sin. The sin in the world is unnatural. It’s a parasite that has diseased the world. But you created us as we should be, and when that side of us comes out-when I see your image in my friends and family and even strangers-it’s such a wonderful thing to behold. I sincerely hope that I would never reject you, because life without you in it is so miserable and disgusting.

Thanks for reading! I'll probably update this in another six months or longer. ;)

Fresh Start

"Save me, for I am yours; I have sought out your precepts." -Psalm 119:94

Ben and I were doing our homework for our new Wednesday night group study "How To Study The Bible" and one of the things we were supposed to do was read Psalm 119 and list all the descriptions of Scripture that we found in it. That was great and all, but it was that one little verse above that really struck me hard. Do I really act like I'm God's? I know I am, but how often do I ask Him to save me? Is it just a last ditch effort thing? And when I do, is it the only contact that I ever have with Him?

When I really think about it, I know that I don't act like I'm a child of God often enough. Most of the time, when I pray, I'm usually asking for a favor. It's not bad to ask for things, but I take it so far as to ask for things that I know I'll get things out of, be it something material, or even just a good feeling about myself. I'm quick to say that I would never try to take advantage of a friend, yet I try to take advantage of the Perfect Friend. That thought really makes me sad when I think about it.

Thankfully, I know that no matter how many times I screw this relationship up, I can always try again, and again, and again, and again. Praise God. :D

Starting today, I'm going to spend at least ten minutes every day talking with God, and spending a little more time with Him each day. :) I encourage the reader to either continue doing that, or start! :D

Macaroni is my Soulmate/ Learning to be Fearless

So, as the title suggests, I'm eating macaroni...in the living room! That's right! Cuz I'm a grown up now and I can do whatever I want when I want now!! ...Hold on, mommy says I have to go do the dishes or else I won't get my allowance, brb...Just kidding. :P I've been allowed to eat in the living room for a while, as long as I use a tv tray.

Now on to more important matters: depression. I personally think that the weather does a lot to your emotions. For instance, it's been rainy and humid here for the past few days, so I've been feeling all mopey and irritated. However, today, It's warmed up, and the sun is out, and I'm feeling a bit more hopeful for the future! Isn't it weird how that happens? Either way, I've been feeling kinda sad recently. It's almost as if my life is moving waaay too fast for my liking. Why didn't I enjoy the time that I had to be young and irresponsible? I know that I'm still quite young, and I've got a TON of things to look forward to, but I feel myself looking to the past and mourning the loss of those years long past. It kinda sucks to feel this way.
But, I know that Satan is just using my...what's a good word? Fear, maybe? Yeah, fear of growing up...he's using that to try and control my emotions and encourage me make decisions based on that fear. I may have let him do that for a while, but now that I recognize it, I'm going to do my very best to not let fear control me. After all, when I'm on the side of the Creator of the Universe, what IS fear anyway? And why am I letting myself fall into it?
From now on, I'll be writing about my fears and how I plan to conquer them by facing them. Of course, I'm sure I'll write about other things, along the way, but that's going to be my quest! Man, I feel superpowered already! Thanks, God! :D