I often have the impulse to quit everything I’m currently pursuing in order to be a missionary or something crazy in hopes that I will discover something more real and worth pursuing with every fiber of my being. This song captures some of those feelings and even though I’ve always hated stories about ships and explorers in the arctic, this song makes them all sound really epic.
Category: The Ever Changing Realm
[Warning: If you love cats, then I'm sorry. Just replace the word cat with something else like poop.]
I hate cats. I’m allergic to cats. One of my friends had a cat, and whenever I’d sleep over at his house, the cat would jump on the bed and try to sleep next to me. I kicked it every time as hard as I could. It would make its angry cat noises, but I had no remorse. Cause I hate cats. And sometimes there are quite a few of them where I live. (There’s lso chickens, but that’s another story). Every so often a cat will come to the front door in the middle of the night and start purring. It will pur on and on and on and on until you get sick of it. The cat hopes you will give it some food. But you won’t becasue cats are terrible and if you feed them, they’ll keep coming back.
But even though I hate cats, I start acting like one when I’m depressed. A few years ago, I was very mad and depressed and wanting attention. And I was at church. There may (0r may not) have been a particularly large amount of stong military guys in attendance that day, and I determined to get their attention. So in my terrible mood, I sat in a chair at the back of the sanctuary watching everybody leave. And by everybody, I mean that I only watched the stong men that I thought could help me feel different. One by one, these men walked by. They left without even acknowledging me. I was so mad. I was sure they had seen me.
Then someone did come up to me. He came out of nowhere, cause he wasn’t in the military and I wasn’t paying attention to him. He asked me how I was doing and stuff, and I got frustrated because I wished the other guys had done that. That guy became my stepdad a few years later (very much against my initial wishes). Much later, when I was less depressed, I was able to connect with those other men more easily, and even have a good relationship with my stepdad. But if I hadn’t been acting like a cat that day at church… if I had been cheerful and sociable instead of sitting alone waiting for someone to give me attention, then I would probably have an even better relationship with all of them.
So if you’re like a cat, and you’re waiting on certain people’s doorstep quietly begging for attention or whatever, then stop it. Be a human being. A happy human being that everyone would want to invite inside their house and be friends with.
The thought of God as a drill instructor is the only thing that keeps me going sometimes. It’s like He’s standing above your life, letting obstacle after obstacle get in your way, screaming at you to get over them faster. You feel like you’re going to throw up or faint or die, but God keeps screaming in your ear never to give up, making you go even further. Finally, you get to the point when you actually want to break down and die, because that would put an end to all these struggles.
You collapse and God just waits there until you get back up. Then He keeps screaming at you to go faster. But, when it’s finally over, you realize how much stronger you’ve gotten. You start to do everything with more enthusiasm and fervor, like somehow all that screaming has given you authority over what you’re doing. Then, another trial begins and God starts screaming at you so you’ll get throguh it. The cycle will continue until you’ve finally really given your all and you die, and then God the drill instructor will finally reveal Himself as a proud father and take you home with him for the fist time.
