Asked and Answered

Never had it been so eloquently put until Kurt Cobain had a generation sing along with him the phrase 'Rape Me." The request is surely and steadily being answered as even the prepubescent girls mold themselves into nothing more than vices for arousal. Boys are being raised to feast on the weak as with the push of a button the imagination dies as a man's innards are glazed over a screen with a yell of pain compliments the accomplishment so adequately. All thats left is induced paranoia numbed by our gods and godesses which flows so freely from the IV line that comes out of our walls. It goes far beyond, waste and condemnation. Atleast thats the hope beating inside now jaded hearts. Death surrounds all either by cowardly self righteousness or desperate cries for something we just don't ever seem to know what it is. Its the look shared between a couple about to enter into another one night stand that cries out for some sort of affirmation and love. We were made for love. This is our existance, love. We are beings milling around for purpose, and that is love. This is only found in God. God is love, above and beyond all other images of Him He is a community of three beings who dance around in absolute delight and pleasure of each other. Our meaning is to enter into this dance as one, His birde, and enter into this joy. His Son alone bridge the gap for us to enter this dance. The soul burns to enter, but it only comes through the Son who gave everything so that you, the one who He formed/chose/gave humor/gave peronality/gave the desire for love, may enter in. In it there is meaning, no longer does one have to cry in there bedroom looking for some empty voidfill, wondering why he or she did this or that or if even you have any worth. Who you are can be only found in Christ, anything else is death, even the things that sound good, death. He is love, Shakespeare and Hollywood are not.