Wisdom and Perception

“Boasting that you are wise isn’t wisdom” James 3:14 (The Message)

There is a difference between simply saying that you are wise, and being wise, just as there is a difference between claiming something is true, and its being true. At times we may confuse or intimidate others into believing as we would have them believe. We may very well convince the whole world that we are wise. But the truth is what it is, independent of what we say, and we are what we are, regardless how we may seek to define ourselves. In the end, God holds us to the truth. There is no deceiving God. He sees us as we are and it is his judgment alone which matters. We are only what we are before God. He defines us.

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Tonight at AWANA we were discussing God's origin, or rather His lack of an origin. The only way you can logically have an uncreated creator is if He exists outside of space and time. That God is eternal is crucial to our understanding of Him. But how do you convey this to a 12 year old?

I started by asking them to name the three dimensions of space: width, depth, hight. I then asked if anyone knew what the 4th dimension was. Immediately one of them answered that it was time. Is God limited by the first 3 dimensions? I asked. No, of course not. He's infinite was the response. Well... then why would you think He's limited by the 4th dimension? I was amazed to see how easily they seemed to understand all at once. They of course were very pleased with themselves. I was very pleased with them to.

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Two Love Sonnets for Saint Vallentine's Day

Sonnet 116 - William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments, love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come,
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Sonnet - The Verve

My friend and me
Looking through her red box of memories
Faded I'm sure
But love seems to stick in her veins you know
Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
My lord
Why can't you see
That nature has its way of warning me
Eyes open wide
Looking at the heavens with a tear in my eye
Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
My lord
Sinking fast within a boat without a hull
My lord
Dreaming about the day when I can see you there
My side
By my side
Here we go again and my head is gone, my lord
I stop to say hello
'Cause I think you should know by now
By now
Oh, by now