If You Told Me You Loved Me

I don't think I would know what that means.

Happiness Has Price

Love

We cannot pretend to have love as our as our motive with hate as our medium. The two are impossibly compatible.

Hate can always be justified, and it's easy to hate by virtue of self-certainty.

Love however, is rarely justified, there's hardly ever any certainty, and it is often difficult to extend.

That however, is in large part exactly what makes love beautiful, and makes it's ability to transform so powerful.

While both love and hate are highly contagious, it is only love that can be  extended solely for it's own sake, without ulterior motive or need for return.

Love is its own reward and we love only because we were first loved.

Shalom...

d(-_-)b

Life Begins at Conception

...the famous mantra of the pro-lifers...

But then following that logic, why does the volume of the outcry of those claiming their desire to protect and preserve life seem to so greatly decrease once the umbilical cord is cut?

Rule # 1: You are NEVER wrong

Do not, DO NOT, allow for the exception that your understanding of things could be "wrong". This admits the possibility of fault in your thinking which you know cannot possibly be the case. Your experience tells you so...

Love on the cross, ain't no big surprise...

I don't understand anymore...everyone seems angry and simply looking for a reason to show it.

Fear...The Destroyer

Fear...The Destroyer

by Roberto Esponja on Saturday, January 14, 2012 at 7:52pm ·

Fear is the decay that occurs in the absence of love.

It darkens the heart, stifles the mind, and shackles the soul. It causes us to to hesitate at the very moment we should be moving most rapidly and most assuredly.

It erodes our faith in the very things of which we were once most certain of, and it causes us to ponder the questions for which we already have the answers.

It leaves us insecure and vulnerable, easily seduced by darkness, fear will drive us to do and say things we never imagined we would or could.

It is the corrosion of character.

We will die a thousand deaths, before we ever see the grave, if we but let love pass from our hearts, and reside as a memory.

Fear requires nothing but opportunity.

But God is love...and perfect love casts out all fear.

d(-_-)b