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Thursday, March 23, 2006
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pamelavictory post
so this guy comes up to me and says, "what's the vision? What's the big idea? I open my mouth and words come out like this... The vision?
The vision is JESUS-obsessively, dangerouly, undeniably Jesus. The vision is an army of young people. You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE fom materialism.
They laugh at 9-5 little prisons. They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday. They wouldn't even notice. They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way of the west was won. They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations. They need no passport..People write thier addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange
existence. They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting, dirty and dying. What is the vision? The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars. it scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.
Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation. It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games. This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause. A million times a day its soldiers choose to loose that they might one day win the great "Well done" of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"
And this is the sound of the underground The whisper of history in the making Foundations shaking Revolutionaries dreaming once again Mystery is scheming in whispers Conspiracy is breathing... This is the sound of the underground
And the army is disciplined. Young people who beat thier bodies into submission. Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms. The tattoo on their back boasts "for me is Christ and to die is gain." Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them? can hormones hold them back? can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them?
And the generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond the talking, with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and wtih great barrow loads of laughter! Waiting. Watching. 24-7-365
Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parites before the cockerel cries.
They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive inside. On the outside? They hardly care. They wear clothes like costumes to commmunicate and celebrate but never to hide. Would they surrender their image or thier popularity? They would lay down their very lives-swap seats with the man on death row-guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days, they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.
Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.) their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus. Their words make demons scream in shopping centers. Don't you hear them coming? Herald the weirdo's! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes. They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension. Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient
dreams of Eden.
And this vision will be. it will come to pass; it will come easily; it will
come soon. How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God. My tomorrow is his today. My distant hope is his 3D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great 'AMEN!' from countless angels, from hero's of the faith, from Christ himself. And He is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner. Guaranteed.
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Sunday, October 08, 2006
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My Music.
<3 mewithoutyou sivan red lipstick death the remedials blessed by a broken heart five iron frenzy the showdown showbread blindside mae as cities burn summers end the faint we.re all broken 12 stones afi fall out boy aaron sprinkle sixpence none the richer stanely overlook zao demon hunter as i lay dying norma jean underoath msi frank sinatra slick shoes the river bends last tuesday the evan anthem sides of the north when sorrow fails futherseemsforever dignan stretcharmstrong project 86 xlooking forwardx matt kearny the firebird band amalgram red lipstick death the remedials fangs headnoise never the less dear ephesis benny goodman the brain setzer orchestra the adicts kingston falls a grand mock funeral joshia copeland the pink spiders billy idol romak and the space pilots salem road
glenn miller
and much more.
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Saturday, October 08, 2005
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About Me Kiddos.
Hi. Im Amanda i will most likely call you kid from now on. even if your older then me. im not a just a christain, but a girl after God's own heart. im 18 i am prolife. i can be pretty chill but i dont like drama. i have an extreme fear of annoying people if i ever stop talking to you, its probably because i thought you were annoyed. if i told you music was my life id be lying. it plays a nice chunk in it but thats not all im about. i would rather have long converstations with you. it doesnt really matter what its on. i read. alot. not so much right now...but i normally always have a book with me im not single anymore. this is jesse.
 im afraid of relationships i guess you could say i want one though [and now i have one] one that has more meaning then just sitting on a couch cuddling but one where i can have deep converstations with you about anything life death hope failure future today tomorrow God love. am i crazy for wanting more then just 'cute boring love'? yes im pesimistic sometimes. im afraid to get married. this sounds childish to put in here but its true. i do want to get married though. i love kids i adore phone calls. from anyone, anytime. it makes me feel important. i bearly ever feel pretty. im working on that one though. i love going for coffee and being at diners the best talks are held there i adore long walks especially long walks at night but only if i have someone with me im afraid of the dark but just the dark outside. boys who leave silences make me nervous [so sometimes, i start to babble] my parents are strict. i used to complain about it, i still do. i understand a bit more now that im older. my curfew is pretty early but if my parents know you and grow to love you im allowed out until later. but thats only if they trust you. i will not get in a car if your intoxicated. i wont put myself in that situation. i will however say if your drunk and you need someone to talk to, call me. ill be there for you no matter what. [unless your being a jerk to me on the phone. then ill tell you to sober up before you call back] im not straightedge, i respect the kids that are. but i dislike drinking and drugs with a passion. i dont plan on doing any of that at all. im a virgin, if that scares you. then leave. im proud of it, ask me why and ill tell you. im quite a social person. i love being around people. i would go crazy if i couldnt talk. i cant cook at all [unless you like venicen, then i can] but im obsessive over feeding people. oh, i can make mac n cheese its best over a camping stove with your best friends at festivals which are really corny but only because theres little girls as in preteen girls in hooters shirts dancing around in booty shorts. i also dont wear shorts i really dont like them at all actually. i do wear skirts though i have alot from when i was in tenth grade i used to wear one almost everyday once it got hot out yeah. that was overrated. i waitress. i love waitressing, but i hate my job i stay for my costumers, my old people, and my frequents that come in and bearly ever tip they amuse though. im into makeup- theatrical makeup, special effects makeup anything of the such. ask me sometime and ill do your makeup for you. im currently looking for people to let me play zombies with. as in, zombie makeup. i love candles. i have a fireplace in my bedroom [its from the 1800's] which is filled with candles because i cant burn fires in the fireplace? infact, candles are everywhere in my room. downfeathered blankets are amazing. i dont watch much tv... i love law and order:svu its probably my favorite tv show other then unsolved mysteries and nip tuck i dont watch many movies. im normally not allowed to see them [the whole strict thing plays in here] but i do watch disney movies. alot of them. my all time favorite movie ever is the fox and the hound it was my first movie i ever owned. [yeah thats right wayyyy back in like 1991?] my little cousins borrowed it a few years ago ive never gotten it back. i probably wont. [my birthday is in november.] i loved the movie madagascar. it was amazing. i own three horses. i love them i dont ride them. i miss my summer kids... all of them.... the ones i met at festivals during the summer and then ones i traveled with on tour. and my camp friends. and on the subject of friends. i dont have a best one. theyre all amazing. just some are closer then others. and well...im wrapping this up. goodnight. read poem below... its the only one i think i actually like.
thats pretty much all you need to know///feel free to message me yourtemptinglies
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