Summer is winding down, and the best thing for me this summer was coming to the realization that God is all about resurrection. 

Let me elaborate. 

When anything goes wrong according to our plans or whatever you want to call it, the same phrase is always said, “well maybe some good can come of it”.  I loathed this statement for so long, I mean really hated it.  I had heard it during a time when I decided that the world was out of control and I questioned whether this omniscient God I had learned about on a flannel board, knew what he was doing when he breathed life into dust, or left noah to reinhabit the earth. 

I was completely bitter that: my friend died, that my grammy dealt with chronic pain all her life, that the gap between wealth and poverty grows still, that there is so much injustice in the world, that my addictions and struggles consistently haunted me, that we seem to hurt people out of our own insecurity, that divorce plagues so many families.  Am i missing anything?  The list is long and painful.
When you break it down my frustration was with the brokenness of the human condition, it seemed to me that since the fall of man, this cycle of sin had taken over pushing us further from God who is life, and so in that slowly dieing. 

I began to question why I even believed in God, why Jesus’ life was so revolutionary.  Why had people who experienced the same thoughts and fears found hope in this man.  I had no peace, I mean I was having a hard time sleeping.  This was a big problem I withdrew from people. 

Finally after months of this, I found peace in resurrection.
It seemed so simple i even felt ignorant for having overlooked something that was central to the faith i claimed to have.  Maybe I hadn’t overlooked it as much as I had neglected to allow the resurrection to penetrate every aspect of my life.  I had neglected this part of the story labeling it irrelevant to me…. I mean i haven’t died…

So there i was just sitting there experiencing the life of Jesus seeing it unfold and the power of resurection hit me like a train.  I mean this is it this is why there is hope, God can turn death into life.  I was so mad that someone i loved died unexpectedly but God raises the dead.  The dieing world will be raised to life one day. 

I have no reason to be bitter because God loves so well he can change even the most terminal conditions into good.  And i know he can because he did with Jesus and does all the time in ways maybe we can’t even see.
You see the truth is i was at a point where I wasn’t sure I could have faith in God anymore, and well a God that is all about resurrection, I can have faith in him.  I can love him, and I can serve him.  A God that will raise me from the dead I can have faith in that.

And the results of that are peace.  And on the coatails of peace comes hope. 

I’ve been cooking a lot of steak, and arranging fruit like flowers.  I like it a lot. Apartment life is going well!  hanging out with friends having people over for dinner, and taking care of a cat are all things i do daily.  I’ll be nannying this week, and playinga at a church on sundays.  Which are both things I love so much.

Best investment of the month was a plastic baseball bat and a plastic ball! $3.64..hours of entertainment…priceless

I have been thinking about my life a lot, and do you ever have those days where you are just mozying along and then you start thinking and ask yourself the question, “who have I become?”.  It’s really a terrifying question, I mean I guess it doesn’t really have to be but implies that we change.  And change when unexpected can totally throw me off guard.
So change comes into my life, through experiences around me, and then I change as a reaction to it.
And this is the cycle

Honestly I’m not very good at reacting to it, I’ve learned to love being comfortable and most Americans do.  Through this I’ve become a person that tolerates everything for myself, and doesn’t really have expectations.  I find myself here in a place where I desperately need change, the very thing that plunged me on a downward spiral, I need to get out.  I can’t fear change, because it is choice that makes me who I am it is reaction that determines the kind of person I am.
I have a church phobia, but I went and played at a church on Sunday, and the preacher talked about being hopeful, and how being hopeless is the most accurate determiner of death. Even more then heart problems, or high cholesterol.

I started thinking about Hope, and what that looks like in my life.  And I don’t know for sure but I came up with it looking like gratefulness for my life, energy that’s contagious, doing what I love, being active, laughing a lot.  I have hope because I’m alive, and I have hope because as much damage has been done, God is all about restoration, and we are never too far gone for him to put us back together.

So regardless of what event or change in our normal day to day, that changed us, that we reacted too badly, the reality is that change isn’t something to fear.
It’s the very thing that brings us hope.
The reason we have hope.
That one day we will emerge from all that binds us, and the carnality that blurs our thoughts.  And all the things that were so distracting will point us to truth.
Anyways that is some stuff i’ve been learning I want to be a better person, and more hopeful person, I want to have a better relationship with God.  And finally after making decisions based on what I thought everyone else wanted for me or thought was best, this decision I’m making because I really believe its truth, and because I want it!

So here’s to my journey of faith, learning to love God and get over my mess ups.  Learning to hope, and believe and have a life that reflects it. Searching out new venues to connect with God.  Seeing the bigger picture and living for more then just myself, but for a purpose that’s been around forever.  I like the thought of joining into something ancient, but always new. INCREDIBLE!!!!

Here’s To CHANGE!!!! and my crazy ramblings!

peace love,

Eden

I just realized a few days ago that I’ve been spelling apartment wrong.  Which is strange because I live in one now.
I’m watching The Land Before Time, it is one of my favorite movies the group of kids including Littlefoot the Apatosaurus, Cera the triceratops(no doubt a representation of caucasion land owners) Ducky the Parasaurolophus Petry the Pteronodon ans spike the Stegasaurus are about the kill sharptooth  the T-rex. woo! hoo!
This is intense.
Petry just flew!
Sharp tooth is DEAD!!!!!
I must admit though, I cry every time I watch this movie.  I mean when Little foot is walking around crying “mother, mother, where are you”  how can you just sit there.

Well half of my entry just got deleted because my o so very playful cat loves chasing my fingers on the keyboard. thanks

Let me just tell you what i do most days, I sit at home and watch movies a lot, and clean, and read, and drink coffee, heck what i’m getting at is that I’m unemployed.
It sucks, I interviewed for a job and called the next week only to hear the dreaded words when looking for a job, “I have already made some other hires”…is that the nice way of saying we found someone more eligible for this job, I don’t know but either way i was sad.  I would like to say that I’m really tough and don’t take things like that personally or feel like I’m a failure, or didn’t quite measure up…but that’s exactly how I felt.  Dang it my secret is out, I get terrified when looking for jobs.
Somehow somewhere along the way in my life i decided that I wanted to never do bad at anything, and be the best at everything.  Well that has been proven to be ridiculous, which is good it’s just that i still hold myself to that standard.  Whether its in soccer, school, music, or where I’m at now which is job hunting.  The good thing is I have awesome friends who really encourage me to be strong, to keep looking, and give me some tough love sometimes that says “quit taking things so personally, and just keep looking “  so I applied to another place today, and it looks like Mcdonalds is hiring, so I feel like I’ll probably end up working there flipping burger patties and smelling like greese at the end of the day.  And you know what, I’m totally ok with that.  Maybe it will make me never want to eat there again.

In the more permanent realm of careers, I’ve finally decided on nursing.  I’ve been contacting the head of the nursing department and we’ve been working things out to where hopefully I can get in the program this fall so I won’t have to go to school for 5 years.  This will require that I take two online courses.  So my search for online courses began, and I think I searched like 5 hours a day for the past week, and finally stumbled upon a school in New Jersey that is offering the classes I need online which would rock.  This is wonderful so pray that it all works out.

P.S. our kitten is now asleep curled up next to my leg! so cute i retract all angry thoughts i had towards him earlier for deleting half my post.

On my run today I set out on my normal course when I rounded the corner and BAM!!!! (expletive deleted) There was a big snake right where my next step would have been.  I lept (which probably didn’t look anything like a graceful leap probably more like a terrified bear scurrying backwards awkwardly) back in horror, while my heart jumped to the back of my throat (and again expletive deleted, give me a break it was scary).  There I stood 1 foot away from the gray furless, legless, devil.  We were the only ones on the street, I could see the tumble weed roll in my peripheral vision, the guitar picking went to a minor key.  We were ready for a draw his fangs vs. my…uhm….my day dream was about to climax when i snapped back into reality, “I have to go get my friends”  I said to myself with a lingering country twang, no doubt a result of my twisted imagination.
I sprinted back to 1828 apt. C and ran inside yelling “there’s a snake on the road”, and my roommates came a’runnin.  One in her Pj’s the other in the process of waxing, with some yello goop under her eyebrows, and the other eating.  We walked down the street like we were a commissioned special force of Army rangers, boldly going into enemy territory.  Of course I didn’t tell them this was what I was thinking.  We got to the place where the snake was and he was gone.  Pretty anti-climactic, I know.  Finally we spotted him in a nearby yard only to see him slither away to torment some other poor soul.

I continued on my run.

Jenna and I went to Indiana to visit her mom and family there last week.  We rented a car drove up to Marion, stopping at  a huge candy factory, where we bought nothing but I tried cotton candy salt water taffy kind of dissapointing despite the bright colors.  We walked over to a warehouse looking indoor flee market, and found a ton of cool things, that we didn’t buy.
I realized how much i love old looking buildings as we drove through St. Louis.  There are so many abandoned buildings, made of old red brick decorated with graffiti and small factory windows, that have been broken out over the years.  It made for beautiful scenery.

On our way back we stopped at the St. Louis Zoo.  It is stinking awesome!  We walked in the gates and stood in awe looking at the map…and we stood…and we stood… completely overwhelmed as to where we should go first, until finally a guy came up and told us they were about to move an alligator so we naturally went there first.  We stood watching as an old hippie looking man with white hair poked a huge about 10ft. long alligator with a bamboo stick..Rustic…  The Alligator was in a little pool of water that they needed to clean.  This outdoor exhibit was big but the man in there was not far from that beast.  He poked and prodded like a dentist checking a tooth for a cavity, it whipped its tail and flailed around until finally the huge thing moved and they started cleaning.  I was greatly entertained.  Generally the moment i step into Zoo’s I metamorphose into the 2nd grade version of myself, and generally alligators look like big bumpy logs that don’t move.  I think the contribution of these two things attributed greatly to my entertainment throughout my day at the zoo.

Next we saw a sign for a sea lion show.  So we bought tickets and went in.  I wasn’t expecting it to be super awesome, BOY WAS I WRONG!!!!  It was SO cool.   There were three Sea Lions, two normal females, and a massive male.  They did all sorts of tricks the younger girl Rosie, was super energetic and so cute.  She was like the sea lion version of the hyper kid that is sweet but just can’t sit still.  Elaine was the older girl, she loved getting attention, but more then that she loved getting fish, and the special treat, squid.  Now for the big guy, his name was Alex, and boy was he huge.  He would sit up on his rock and wave his head from side to side like he was Stevie Wonder playing “Signed Sealed Delivered” (and trust me he could belt it out).  He brought me clarity as to why they call them sea lions because he could roar so loud, and he liked to do it.

Well after the show we saw one year old tigers chasing each other around and playing in the water, that was pretty awesome again, I’ve never seen tigers that active.  They were so CUTE!
I thought the majority of the excitement was over when we happened upon the giraffe exhibit.  I had felt like a kid up until this point when I noticed a large male standing right behind a female, and you guessed it, preparing to hump!!!!  Now I was a college kid again and totally wanted to see giraffes get it on.  I guess mostly to say that I saw it…haha so we waited and as you can guess this was the most packed exhibit, and every time he would almost mount, the crowd would gasp, she would move, the crowd would let out a sigh…and repeat.  This happened quite a few times.  and yes we stayed for many of them, until finally we decided to move on.
We passed a dad and could have sworn we heard him say to his kids that looked elementary aged, “did you get your weed?”  now what could
THAt /mean…we don’t know.  We walked in circles and kept “accidentally” passing the giraffes.  We went and saw the bears and monkeys, and looked for the hippos, no Sign of them.

We walked up to the hyena exhibit and this beautiful African American kid walked up and stood next to us and was all like “look shanrika iz a leopard das huge you gon wake it up”

we laughed.

Then we went to the elephant exhibit but it was empty, I was sad.

Well there’s a look into my life for the past couple of days.

My room+empty apartment+electric guitar+amp+piano+acoustic guitar= hours of entertainment..
I gotta go the music is calling me!

Peace

this is the grand steinway at my school the greatest piano i’ve ever played, my addiction!

There is something so beautiful about the unexpectedness of life. It’s unpredictable and mysterious. There are days when things happen you had no idea were possible of happening. And I appreciate that today, but a lot of days I don’t. Sometimes I almost convince myself that I know what is going to happen and then, I begin to think that things will happen as I have planned. Which is pretty comical when I look back on the past couple of months of my life. I wanted to do “this” but ended up doing “that” and I planned on doing things one way, and now I find myself marching forward in a direction I was headed opposite to a couple of months ago. And in the meantime before I get where I’m going there’s this transition time which is both sad and exciting because you’re saying goodbye to the way life was and welcoming in this newness that brings with it unfamiliarity. The more I think of it though it almost feels like life is one transition after another. Then you start going one direction and look back at how you were headed the completely opposite direction and the thought crosses your mind “either I was completely turned around before or I am now”. And then some wise friend comes around and tells you that its about the person you’re becoming the relationships you invest in and important things like that, that you completely relate with and bring a bit of peace to the situation.

Anyways tomorrow I embark on a new adventure, a new life marked with the residue of years past.  It’s not a fresh start, it’s just the beginning of a season.  I feel excited and nervous, but at this moment right now as I sit in my quiet house with my family all asleep, I am sad.  I know it is a good thing and people keep telling me “o you won’t be far” and “it will be great”, but the truth of the matter is that it will be very different.  I don’t want to say goodbye to the way relationships are now, but I know they will change.  I don’t want to say goodbye to being close to my family and hanging with them everyday.  I don’t want to say goodbye to home cooked meals, watching animal planet (and ungodly amount of time in a day).  But I guess it is all necessary to walk into a new season.  I guess that’s fine.  There is nothing deep about what I’m saying just the truth about what this heart feels like being torn between two seasons of life.

So I embrace all that is in my life right now, I embrace it with all of my heart and strength with tears and kisses I let go to welcome with open arms the freshness that the fall brings.  A time to love deep, run hard, live fully, worship passionately, and throw myself into it as much as i have here.

I love days like today. When you sleep in too late because the sun isn’t there to wake you up.

It’s not raining, but the blue of the sky is completely blotted out by clouds. All the colors seem to be more vibrant, although you’d think they would be somewhat dull because of a lack of sunlight. The grass and flowers, even the bark of the trees, look more dynamic. Like when you repaint something the same color, and it doesn’t change it just looks different.

Today looks fresh.

I walked outside and smelled the air, and was immediately filled with memories of my childhood when I was a kid stuck inside, anxious to get my hands on the newly formed mud. I anticipated going outside back then, and considered the storm beautiful and frightening, but only an obstacle keeping me from doing what I really loved, which was to play outside. I spent so many days like this outside on grand adventures with the bugs and trees as my only companions, the drainage way in our back yard as a mighty river that we had to cross to get away from the bad guys chasing us. No matter what story I had made up in my head there was always a “bad guy” a great obstacle to overcome and I would always step in as the heroine.

I like days like today.

Days where you wake up and suddenly the “storm” you’d feared so much and seemed so permanent, has passed. During it you were scared. You doubted that you’d make it out ok, but now it is gone and yes it changed many things, but the more you look at it, it’s like the storm soaked everything in a new coat of awe and wonder, a freshness that is enticing.

I don’t necessarily know that I could pinpoint why exactly things go wrong, but there is something about making it through something you didn’t think you would, that changes your perspective. Those storms that keep us from doing what we love are so hard on our hearts, and I’m beginning to think that maybe the best way of looking at it is the same as when you were a kid.

The storm is not permanent, and at some point it will pass and I will be able to go outside and play again.

I don’t necessarily feel like I’m going through anything difficult right now that’s obstructing me from living fully, but in those times when I was, when It just wasn’t safe, i was to frail my heart was to weak to fully participate and engage, I wish I would have seen the storm as temporary. That the times we’re simply stuck inside, will pass and they will become just another chapter in the story of our life, that make us into who we are, but do not define us.

Many of us want great stories, where we are part of the group of hero’s, and we overcome great obstacles cross mighty rivers of fear, conquer the beasts of injustice, reach the peak of discover, end the disease of greed, restore balance ending poverty, cross the valley of racism, bridge the gap formed by religions, and repair whats been so broken.

Sometimes life throws storms at us.

I can’t forget about the story I’m part of when the storm comes, it will pass, and there’s so much still to do.

Well senior year was/is definitely not what I had expected, but I’m glad it has been different because I have learned so much.  I have made lifelong friends and lost some that I thought would be lifelong, realized the importance of my mom dad and sisters, coffee, books, Barnes and noble, music, and many other things(like electricity, heat, fireplaces, Internet…all due to the ice storm, and going ten days without such things haha) 
School has been very easy academically this year, but I have been more challenged to use my brain as opposed to just memorizing facts. 

Soccer is starting up, well it has been for a couple of months and I took some time off because my back was acting up, and although it is still giving me a lot of trouble I’m playing again which i love and is definitely made more pleasant with the help of painkillers. I am still working at whole foods, but my last day is Saturday, I am quitting to help ease the pain in my back, standing on cement doesn’t really help it all that much. 
This semester is going to be so busy, spring break is coming, and high school retreat, then prom, and then I’ll be in Belize, come back and graduate, and before i know it high school will be over.  It’s a bit of a scary thought, but I’m so ready!  I haven’t decided where I’m going to go to college.  I have thought about what I might want to major in for a long time and was really clueless, but I recently have become very interested in Nursing, I’ve been thinking about all the opportunities it would open up so I’ll be studying that wherever I end up going.  I feel like, at least for now, that God is leading me to help people through Nursing, and I think that will look like me going to another country and working in a hospital in Africa owned by some good friends of my family.  I have come to believe that God is very in tune with the suffering of the world, and wants desperately to fix it, and I want to be even just a small way in which he can do that.  I want to help people, and be very much involved with people I think that relationships are the most important thing, and the key to life, I want to be able to offer people who are sick and feel hopeless, hope, a friend and an ear to at least listen to what they are feeling.  I think sometimes the best medicine we can offer another person is just to sit with them and listen to their stories. 

Things may change, but wherever the winds of time lead me, I want to be helping to bring healing to a world full of people that have seen so much pain.  As for now I pray that God would guide me and open my eyes to the ways in which I can serve right where I am now! 
Well that’s about all for an update on the every-day-ness of life…May God truly be the God who seeks to repair and heal the world, and we be the ones he uses to do that, and as God repairs our hearts, may our family’s and friends, and the world we find ourselves in and very much connected to, be repaired.

To write again is something that requires so much energy, as if the words I seemed to once be able to use as molds for my thoughts, have turned to stone.  I find that I cannot quite retrieve thoughts from this mind that is thrown into shock with the encounter of permenant partings. There is a certain darkness that comes over when change happens, not a darkness that is cold, just a darkness that blinds you.  It keeps you from expressing anything that seems to be developing in your mind.  I find my world has shifted drastically and I know it is not the last time it will, or that the shifting will ever cease, so I suppose it is something I should get used to.  But I just can’t seem to. 
I was talking to my sister, who was unable to join us this thanksgiving and she asked me how Thanksgiving dinner with my family was. This is the first year we havn’t had thanksgiving at my grammy’s house, and one of our dear friends, that took care of my mom when she was growing up died this summer, so things were not as we had planned.  I told her that things were different and she said, “change is a weird thing, we always know its coming, but we never seem to be ready for it.”  I agree with her.  I am able to deal with suddle changes everyday without a second thought, always adjusting, but when change whose effects are lasting come knocking at my door, I am unable to greet it hospitably.  I have heard many things rationalized and explained to me, but you can’t explain pain away. 
It is here that I find myself in a somewhat comforting darkness, with no desire to have things explained to me.  It is here that I realize the shift is permenant.  It is not like other times i’ve felt pain and desired some degree of numbness to propell me out of it, I want to feel it all.  I want to feel the tears that come from remembering, the tears that come from doubt and fear, and missing a dear friend.  I was asked to sing a song that she loved, in a time when singing seemed impossible. 
My mind has become a store of questions, questions of how life continues after change, and I have found the answer can be found in waking up.  In singing again, and that somehow learning how to live comes from going through the changes and regardless of where you find yourself remembering to write again. 
To write again, is coming to the realization, that there are still things that need to be written about. 

Yahweh Yireh

I have a book that has some of the names of God mentioned in the Bible and the one above is my favorite.  Yahweh Yireh means the Lord will provide.  The context that it is used in is when God tells Abraham to sacrifice Isaac, his only son.  Abraham does what the Lord tells him but before he actually sacrifices his son he looks over and sees a ram caught in something so he sacrifices the ram instead, and he calls the place Yahweh Yireh “the Lord will provide”.  This story moves me.  Abraham has such an amazing balance of trust and fear, he trusts that God will keep his promise to fill the earth with his descendents, but he fears to withold anything from God.  And that produces in him courage to obey.  I find it amazing that the thing God has promised to Abraham, a son, is the very thing he tells him to give up.  Not becuase he actually wants him to, he provides a substitute, but to see where his heart is. 
I think there are so many things you can get out of this story so many characteristics in Abraham to work towards getting.  At the end of the story the angel of the Lord says to Abraham after telling him not to harm the boy, “now I know that you fear God.” I think that God inspires us and promises things to us, and gives us dreams and goals and desires, but I’ve never truly realized our responsibility to follow those.  To follow our dreams to move into his promises is to obey him, and to not follow the dreams that he’s placed in our hearts is disobediance, and stems from not seeing our responsibility.   I’m responsible for the dreams and passions he’s placed in my heart.  Do I trust that he will provide so that I can step into what he’s promised?  Do I fear being nonresponsive to God moving in my life? 
I have friends who trust God and are stepping into his promise, and I am moved by their faith.  I thught the largest feeling I would have would be sadness becuase they are going somewhere I can’t, but I find the thing I feel the most is inspired.  I am inspired to follow God to trust him and to just begin walking and allowing myself to dream…I fear not obeying God not stepping into the things he provides for me.  I know that wherever I go and whatever happens, the Lord will be right there ready to provide what I need. 
I’m am so glad to follow a God that provides and I want to show people that in how I provide things for them.  I want my life to be spent providing for people and showing them a God that cared enough he provided, becuase he’s provided for me I want to provide for others. 
Anyways my thoughts are scattered, but I feel as though the God that seemed so distant is close and no matter what happens he’s with us for he is everywhere.  All the things I’ve used to numb in times of pain is wearing off Its useless against the power of God that makes me feel, feel in a way I can’t even explain, its not like the alive you feel at a concert where everyone is hyper and it dies down, its not like that, its constant and because of the realization that his love is constant. and allows emotion but flows deep in my heart. And with each day I’m begining to feel more.  I feel life. 

Yesterday as I sat out on my back deck, the sun was shining and I was thinking about how it had been so rainy earlier this summer. I was sitting there admiring the sun and just loving that it was there, and shining.  My mind went back to when it had been so rainy, and I realized that I loved it when it was rainy, that I in a sense forgot about the sun.  I loved the clouds and the rain, and came to not like the sun.  It is interesting to me how when I am not around the sun I forget that I love it, I forget how wonderful it is.  I settle for the rain, when really I love the sun more. 

Now I find this to be very applicable to my life.  I am like this in many aspects I don’t usually stay in touch with friends because I forget how much I actually enjoy being with them, I am like this with sports and things as simple as drinking tea.  I get busy and forget the things I love. 

This has been a cycle for my my life with Jesus….I hate to say this but I get busy and forget how much I love Jesus.  I forget how mysterious, beautiful, loving, and amazing he is.
I was reminded of the Israelites how they were quick to forget what God had done for them how he provided.  I love how they built big piles of rocks like at the Jordan river to remind them of what God had done, that he brought them safely through the water. 

The decision that I’ve made is to make reminders physical things that remind me of the things that I oftentimes forget I love.  I need to be disciplined with reading the Word(something I forget I love also)  I need to be reminded of the Love he has for me and purpose that is so much bigger then my little world. 

I don’t want to find myself in a year remembering how I forgot.

Tonight I went and saw Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix.(stop reading here if you havn’t seen it and don’t want to know some stuff from it)  It was powerful, I mean truly inspiring.  I don’t know that I’ve ever felt that much emotion during a movie, I was deeply moved. 

I don’t want to ruin the movie, but the villian in the movie, his goal is to creep in unnoticed, for the world to deny that he is back.  There Is a group of people fighting against this, they are raising the awarness that he is here and we have to get ready to fight him.  The other goal of the vilian is to drive people into isolation, particularly Harry Potter.  To make him feel alone, like there is no one that can understand him or help him.  There is a battle in Harry’s life between what is good and what is evil, and he realizes that there is darkness in his heart.  A great quote fromn the movie is Harry’s godfather(godfathers are the greatest )  says to him..”we all have darkness and light in us, thats not who we are its what we decide to act on…that is who we are.” 

At the end the villain is in Harry’s mind trying to fight him from the inside out…and the villain is showing harry all these things he has in common with him..trying to get him to turn evil…He’s trying to make harry think that there is no difference between himself and Harry….and then Harry realizes the difference, and he says to the villain, “I know something you’ll never know, I know friendship and love, You will never know those and I pity you.”  This is the most powerful point in the movie (sorry for ruining it for anyone who hasn’t seen it) Harry in the most crucial moment chooses good…He is being torn between the two and in the confusion one thing pulls him out one thing brings him back to good.  and that is the love found in friendship.

Anyways there is so much application I find from this movie.  Love and friendship are the greatest things, and we should hold tightly to them becuase it is those things that will get us through.  And more then that, life is about love and friendship.  We would do anything for love, we would sacrifice everything for friendship.  We would move accross the country, we would work past the wounds of earlier years, we would kill we would be killed sacrifice ourselves.  There is no question about what is the most powerful force in the world it is Love….
It makes me wonder why as christians we’ve tried to bring people back to good, by promising them a better future, when in all truth the only thing that would bring them back would be the friendships they’ve formed the love they have felt.   “God IS love.” 
Love should be behind everything I do, because God should be behind everything I do, Love should be found in all of creation, because God is found in all of creation.  Love is in every breathe because God is in everybreathe, and Love was and is and will be because God was and is and will be.  The world moves for love, because it was love that put it in motion. 

 God identifies himself so closely as love, surely there would be nothing wrong with is if we spent the rest of our lives learning about love, and practicing it to all we met.  May the kingdom of love come, may it come today in our words and our actions in our homes and all throughout the world.