// more random thoughts of the heart. //

My mind is still turning and processing different characteristics of our generation, so please bare with me, challenge my thoughts, and process what this looks like with me.

I have seen a life of hypocritical words. Hypocritical actions. It is destructive to the body of Christ. It builds up walls on all sides between those who claim to be living in a free field of righteousness. It builds up walls within sight of a truly beautiful union between God and the Church.

I have found that there are different types of hypocritical attitudes. I believe that our generation deals with it in the worst form- you know what I’m talking about… its not just the condemnation of a sin and then the occasional slip within that sin; but rather the profession of extreme personal hurt by one and the condemnation of that hurt. Not even the condemnation of a sin, but a hurt- then turning around and hurting someone in literally the very same manner.

Fraudity of heart. That’s what it comes down to. We are denying ourselves and others of a true pure form of heart. We are so consumed with making sure out hearts feel full and warm ad satisfied that we look past our corruption of loving friendships, lowering ourselves to cheap love and ultimately to cheap grace. We point our fingers so easily at those who we have allowed ourselves to feel hurt by and then pay it forward.

Hurting.

Hurting.

Hurting.

I think that’s where it becomes sin. I want to live a life dwelling within the greatest commandment- love.

// Thoughts.//

This has been a working progress of what has been heavy on my heart for a few weeks now. I’m sorry if it seems scattered or pieced together as I am still processing through it all.

Why don’t we love? I’mnot talking romanticism. But real, true love? We get all caught up in finding a love that ties us to one person when the stars align and our eyes lock together. And along the way somewhere we loose out on the love that ties us to others. Somewhere we get so caught up in getting that attention, affection, and “awakening” of our hearts, that we miss out on the strings that ties us up to who we are- or more so who we could be. We get so deeply bitter, and fill our days with finding how exactly to pull others down in the eyes of those we seek of affection and in turn are cheapening our character an integrity.

Listen, it pains me to say but I my self am guilty of this at times in my life, and am truly sorry for every moment that I have let my heart and life be inflamed with this. Now that I have more of an understanding of this fleshly corrosion of our hearts, I want to flee from liing my life with these characteristics boiling on my heart.

Sometimes I daydream that some day- maybe someday my dreams and thoughts would be published in black and white. Ah, that would be a lovely dream to become truth.