So I don't plan on sleeping tonight. But I have to help do some work tomorrow, starting around 8ish. I was having some serious doubts of staying up late.. Then I got the thought as I was picking out what to wear tomorrow... "I'm young and stupid.. And I'm only going to be young and stupid once." Meaning, I'm going to act stupidly and not sleep. At that point I grabbed a can of Vault and started head banging to the music I had on. =)
Since I'm bored with everything else.. I suppose I'll post again on here. There may end up being around ten of these before I actually end up sleeping - whenever that may be.
Something that's been on my mind lately: Death.
Death is quite a peculiar thing. I mean, we live to die, no? So to live your life purposefully would be what? For me? To show people God, and His amazing Love, and just be a good example to those around me. According to my beliefs, everyone should have the same basic concept. Of course the earthly things are allowed too. Example: I plan on one day getting married to a wonderful man, and having children with him. Neccesity in life? No. But nice. But if people don't have goals, or have no sense of God. What's the point? This life is so short. Eighty years is nothing compared to eternity. Nothing. That's like a second out of a year. No, actually. That doesn't even begin to measure.
I don't know what's better. To live with impact, or die with it. I'm studying the history of the Church. And I did a few reports on some of the first martyrs of Christianity. I was reading this website about St. Polycarp, a bishop. Quick version of the story: Bishop Polycarp was found to be a Christian, hid, was found, then was ordered to be burnt to death. This is a paragraph from the website: "When the fire was set, marvelous to say, the flames rose and surrounded the martyr's body like a vault. His flesh was not consumed, but browned, and gave off the sweet odor of incense. At length the governor ordered that he be stabbed to death." (http://www.stthomasirondequoit.com/SaintsAlive/id453.htm) If you don't understand that. His body was a sacrifice to God, thus it smelled of sweet incense! It's so amazing! I mean, think about the one who ordered him be killed. I bet he was horified! Burnt flesh, I've been told, is the most disgusting smell one can smell, and his body scientifically should have been boiled and stuff, but it didn't! Ahhh. "What a sweet sacrifice.." I can hear God saying... To die a martyr's death, would be an honor, I think. I mean, to die for the one who died for you. "He died for me.. Now I'm going to live for him... I'll die for 'im too." Eh. I don't know. Being tortured and such doesn't sound all that appetizing to me, but God's my everything. I can't imagine not giving my all to him.. My ALL.
That's just something I've been pondering over lately.
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