Look, I’m sorry people have been people, but Jesus has been Jesus and I heard Him say “follow Me” and not them.

Dan Mohler —on people who say they don’t go to church because of hypocrites.

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  07/31/14 at 03:26pm

cinemove:

Boyhood (2014) dir. Richard Linklater

"I was really trying to capture—it sounds kind of grandiose or something—just the way time unfolds in our lives, or the way we go through maturing. Something as simple as that."

*After bowling poorly*
"At least we could use the bumpers."
"You don’t want the bumpers. Life doesn’t give you bumpers."

I can’t wait to see this movie.
Rotten Tomatoes gave it a 99%

  07/31/14 at 02:33pm

Perhaps we could push beyond these legalistic gender roles if we spent less time worrying about “acting like men” and “acting like women,” and more time acting like Jesus.

Rachel Held Evans

NGV art excursion today

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  07/31/14 at 11:43am

But when I’m sitting in the in-between, when I am walking through the valley — please let me sing the sad song for as long as I need to. And if you can, sing it with me. Then, together, we can turn the corner as the psalmists do. We can pour out the pain and make room for the praise, we can sit in the ashes and reach for the roses, we can discover again that we are safe in the presence of God.

Aimee Han

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  07/31/14 at 09:52am

luaren:

honestly can’t wait for the 50 shades movie to normalize the manipulation of lower-level female employees.  can’t wait for the new wave of “consent is sexy” banners on the cover of cosmo.  can’t wait for teen girls to think that a controlling relationship is romantic.  can’t wait for sexualized violence to become increasingly mainstream.  and most of all, i can’t wait for bdsm to be labeled a feminist revolution

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  07/30/14 at 08:46pm
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What Languages Sound Like to Foreigners

This girl is insanely talented. I just watched like 8 of her videos hahaha.

  07/30/14 at 08:32pm

If you’re anything like me, don’t you often wish that God would just “work His magic” with your heart and circumstances? But wouldn’t that be so contradictory to His relational nature that engages us through every part of the process? His ultimate purpose is to glorify Himself through building intimacy with you, and He often does this through seasons of struggle. You’re not alone in the valley. It is where He most readily strips you of your ability to “hold it together” or “power through.” He allows difficulty so you have no option but to depend fully on His faithfulness and hold tight to His promises.

LB, Rhetoric & Reminders 
  07/30/14 at 07:09pm

sola-nin:

水原希子 for 装苑, 05/2014

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  07/30/14 at 05:17pm

The teaching that men are to be the “spiritual leaders” of their homes is found nowhere in Scripture, and yet I—along with far too many young evangelical women—spent hours upon hours fretting over this in college, worrying I’d never find a guy who was more knowledgeable about the Bible than I, who was always more emotionally connected to God than I, who was better at leading in the church than I, and who consistently exhibited more faithfulness and wisdom than I. (In fact, under this paradigm, I came to see many of my gifts as liabilities, impediments to settling down with a good “spiritual leader”!)

Well guess what. I never found such a person. I never found a spiritual “leader.” Instead, I found a spiritual companion to travel with me on the journey of faith, for better or worse, in good times and bad, in times of spiritual wealth and in times of spiritual poverty. Dan isn’t expected to always be the strong one while I am always the weak one. Instead, we cheer each other on, help each other up, and challenge each other to do better. Sometimes we walk side by side, moving along at a quick pace. Sometimes we help each other over boulders and fallen trees. Sometimes I’m leading the way; sometimes Dan is. Sometimes I carry him and sometimes he carries me. The journey of faith is far too treacherous and exciting and beautiful to spend it looking at the back of another person’s head. Jesus leads us down the path, and we tackle it together, one step at a time.

Rachel Held Evans

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Perhaps the most radical thing we followers of Jesus can do in the information age is treat each other like humans—not heroes, not villains, not avatars, not statuses, not Republicans, not Democrats, not Calvinists, not Emergents—just humans. This wouldn’t mean we would stop disagreeing, but I think it would mean we would disagree well.

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  07/30/14 at 09:52am

I sat in front of a mirror and admired how my hair managed to air dry perfectly and I wondered if my daughter’s hair would be the same color as mine. I stared into my own eyes until I stopped seeing myself, but just a person needing an answer—staring at me as if they had just asked a question I must have not heard. I thought about beauty and realized how terrified I am of losing what I have of it—the relative, ever-changing definition of it, and then I was disgusted with myself as I realized how much I actually dread the day when men stop taking a second glance at me. My insecurities dread the day that my heart has to work over-time for anyone to call me beautiful—when I don’t have my youth holding the weight my soul should have always carried. I sat in front of that mirror and wondered how people actually see me. What do they notice? I sat in front of the mirror and wanted to confess the memories that plague me. I wanted to explain the ideas that are blooming in my mind. I wanted to share the insecurities that led me to the mirror in the first place. I felt trapped behind my appearance. I wanted to know if it was possible to forget whether or not prettiness is a factor to see beyond the barrier. And then I realized that adoring your reflection is not the only form of vanity. Resenting your reflection is just as vain. And in a moment of clarity, I felt a calm come over me as I looked at myself once more and saw my grandfather’s cheekbones, my mother’s eyes, my father’s skin tone, and my grandmother’s mouth. I took a deep breath of acceptance and felt a collage of lives I haven’t lived. I blinked a few times, got up from my seat, walked away from the mirror, and wondered how I’ll ever come to terms with who I am and who I want to be.

LB | From Her, To Her 
  07/29/14 at 08:16pm