How in the world are people's answers about God so concrete?
How can I love an Old Testament God?
How can I follow the ideals of the New Testament apostles?
I can't agree with this.
Do others suffer these complications?
How do you make it make sense?
Are certain passage ignored?
Do some words carry more weight than others?
Why are we so concerned about things that the Bible says very little about?
Is this my own ignorance? My own arrogance?
Am I wrong then, if I want to file it all down to one or two things?
1) God loves me.
2) Shit happens.
Is God responsible for the blood of holy wars?
Does it matter? We're his and he can do what he wants with us. Like G.I. Joes.
Is that love?
This is weird.
I know that I am on the path to belief.
I just don't get why it's so easy for some.
gotta go.

Magic in the real

Thanks to my sister, I have been doing a lot of research on Georges Melies. She sent me an awesome kids book based on Georges Melies work, called The Invention of Hugo Cabret. Georges Melies was one of the first great cinematographers. It's really beautiful and totally up my alley. I feel lonesome for the late 19th century sometimes. I wish that I was alive when all that magic was happening...real magic. Nothing computerized and digital and plastic. Everything was wood and glass and fabric and paint and paper. Photography and engines and professor inventors and Mark Twain.
I noticed that sometimes I like to dress in that time period. Like a man in that time period....corsets are hard to find...and long dresses are cumbersome. It's easy these days as it's kind in style to wear vests and keys and oxford shoes. I long for a pocket watch. If I were able, I would totally grow a curly mustache. I get instant crushes on guys with curly mustaches... crushes on dandies (don't tell john).
Anyway, it's interesting.
It has also sparked a renewed love for this song...and its video...watch it because it's beautiful.

I am also suffering from some late 20th century nostalgia.