Distracted

Distracted, is the word I'd use for most people in this modern era where we're bombarded with flashy images and ideas left right and center; where there's no more room for introspection and contemplation. We're so used to having every single second of our lives flooded with things that catch our attention that we're essentially a culture that's ADD in training.

Distracted, is no longer the phenomenon where our minds go "SQUIRREL!" and then allows us to regain and reassemble our thoughts. This phenomenon has highly evolved itself to overtake our minds so instead of letting us refocus on the task at hand, our minds not only go "SQUIRREL!" constantly, but it's making us constantly on the lookout for "SQUIRRELS!"

Distracted, is this very post in and of itself. When a midterm is just a sunrise away (and you still have 3 more chapters to study), who would ever think about blogging, especially when you've completely forgotten the name of the blog you had to look through a friend's blog to find this.

Distracted, is me.

Oh, the irony.....

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And of course i was distracted by facebook RIGHT after i wrote this post. And to my surprise, i find the epitome of what I posted about. Distracted, is indulging your life in video games and neglecting the true purpose.

No one is good, there is not even one

The front pages of papers of children raped by rapist

Iraqi torture chambers and we the blame, claim we're blameless

wrong, all

And swelling up inside of us there's this pride in us, this arrogance

And our only line of defense... is the sense that

I'm not as half as bad as this friend of mine so I must be fine

We mean well, don't we?

Yet I've never seen good intentions set a man free from

Hurt, all

This poor unfortunate soul

Filling a single void with toy after toy, girl after boy

How boring?!

This wasn't meant to be humanity's life story

Warring with God saying what have you done for me?

Bought

all

Hanging there for six hours, marred beyond recognition

In compete submission to the Father's will, still,

A proclamation was made louder than the loudest temptation

With more beauty than all His creation

More eternal than eternity more angelic than the heavenlies

It is done

you are bought with blood

Accept and Rejoice

For freedom has come

Not Without Love

I tried Lord

I tried Lord

I tried hard to be Your good little boy

Chin up, head high

All zeal and no joy

Thinking all my good deeds could please Jesus

Boy, was I wrong

Though I knew the right songs, all my cymbals and gongs played the melodies wrong

And it wasn’t long ‘til I saw my disease

A life spent wanting to please

On hands and knees

To make right, to appease

God help me please

This can’t be Christianity, it can’t be

The whole thing’s like insanity

Where’s the rest of eternal security?

Where’s the hope of a God big enough to cope with all my hang-ups and insecurities?

Certainly this isn’t breathing

My chest burning and heaving

It’s like my pulse is ceasing

Like my heart quits beating

Yet this I recall to mind and therefore I have hope:

You died, Lord

You died, Lord

Assuredly, like the coming of the dawn, the Father’s love song goes on

Drowning out my bitter songs

And breaking through walls and barriers

Christ swoops in, removes sin, picks up His bride and carries her

So I can sing in agreement with the King this thing:

There’s only one thing that pleases the Father

The God-man on the tree in the midst of the scoffers

Now I finally see that Christ is what Christ offers

And I’m finally free in the love of the Father

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQ041Y-ijFk