Dearest Father, You prove Your mercies to be matchless, beautifully prepared, and shockingly relentless. How often do i, o sinful and weak man i still am, seek for the extravagance of Your mercies? Your peace is boundless; Your love: divine. even this mercy was shed for me--that this morning i dared to gripe and complain, o child of doubt i remain, that Your mercy would not suffice the loss of friends who can possibly share my burdens, as if Your love is not strong enough to deliver me from my doubts and troubles. surely You carried my iniquity; You bore my grief.
Father, the movie version of The Hunger Games was a good film, in all its negative violence. and surely these "negatives" can be used as a stark contrast to Your peace and mercy, Father! yet these negatives are not good in themselves, but only because they forcibly turn the mind of mankind to the cross of Christ--otherwise the symbolism is in vain and the imagery of extravagance is wasted, without the effect of the fruit of satire.
resolved: to, if i would write fiction, write satire.
furthermore, Father, this movie was a blessing because You gave the college group of branch of hope a time to come together to enjoy the art of the film, while remembering Christ's cross to which it pointed [or the lack thereof].
and i mourned their loss (yet they're not lost, of course, Father; i'm just a short-sighted fool.) as if i'd never see many of them again. on the contrary, You've provided a lively (albeit small) college group at branch of hope that i'm fully permitted to visit certain saturdays. You even orchestrated my father's weekends to be on the opposite two weekends, Father. You're amazing beyond belief.
and! and, Father! You sent a thorn to take a job as an emt for a local paramedic! i know he wants to serve as a firefighter, and i'm very grateful that he sees that much of that job would be of instances of emergency health-related rescues. thank You for answering my ungrateful prayers!
Father, the movie version of The Hunger Games was a good film, in all its negative violence. and surely these "negatives" can be used as a stark contrast to Your peace and mercy, Father! yet these negatives are not good in themselves, but only because they forcibly turn the mind of mankind to the cross of Christ--otherwise the symbolism is in vain and the imagery of extravagance is wasted, without the effect of the fruit of satire.
resolved: to, if i would write fiction, write satire.
furthermore, Father, this movie was a blessing because You gave the college group of branch of hope a time to come together to enjoy the art of the film, while remembering Christ's cross to which it pointed [or the lack thereof].
and i mourned their loss (yet they're not lost, of course, Father; i'm just a short-sighted fool.) as if i'd never see many of them again. on the contrary, You've provided a lively (albeit small) college group at branch of hope that i'm fully permitted to visit certain saturdays. You even orchestrated my father's weekends to be on the opposite two weekends, Father. You're amazing beyond belief.
and! and, Father! You sent a thorn to take a job as an emt for a local paramedic! i know he wants to serve as a firefighter, and i'm very grateful that he sees that much of that job would be of instances of emergency health-related rescues. thank You for answering my ungrateful prayers!
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