If people think that everything came together through evolution and scientific ways (bacteria coming together and creating actual animals, a circle of dust in space creating planets, etc), then why do they use the word "design" to describe things? 'Our body was designed to do this, our stomachs designed to digest food, the mouth designed to speak and consume food, etc. If you don't believe me, look in your textbooks; you'll find the word "design" to describe something at least a few times in there.
Well, a design must be designed by a designer, and no one can say another rock designed another rock, because we all know that rocks first of all have no hands to design and second of all have no brains to do it.
In order for something to be designed, you have to have a designer. You say 'this nutcracker was designed to crack nuts'. Designed by who? A person who designs and creates nutcrackers. We discover by experience how the nutcracker works, but we didn't design it ourselves. The person who designs nutcrackers created it. If a scientist/atheist/anybody claims that something was designed to do whatever, they contradict themselves. So, indirectly, everyone, even scientists, are unconsciously referring to a creator just by using the word "design" to describe things.
Just something I had to get off my chest. People are kind of ignorant sometimes and it frustrates me. I was reading my psychology textbook when this came to me. They were like, "The hypothalamus was designed to trigger the hunger sense" and I was like, it was designed? Really. By who? But wait, bacteria? Bacteria didn't have hunger senses in the beginning because they ate whatever was in the water, right? Then who designed it?
GOD DESIGNED IT, STUPID! I'm sorry, you're not actually stupid. Just...naive. And you're suppressing the obvious truth. Everybody says it without knowing it!
GOD DESIGNED EVERYTHING!!!
Saturday, 27 March 2010
Monday, 22 March 2010
Blabs...and Knox!!
Quote of the Day:
"Do not be distracted by human beings. Or animals." - my dad...said while my sister is dancing around. And I (involuntarily) look out my window at a bird...
1 Peter 2:9
"But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light."
John 8:12
"When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."
Follow Jesus into the light! I'm in the light. You should be too! :]
And GUESS WHAT!!!!!
Saturday afternoon near 3-4 o' clock, my sister came home from wherever she was and handed me a large envelope from Knox College. She looked kind of torn between excited and anxious, and I felt kind of nervous. I was going to burst into tears if I hadn't gotten accepted, so I told her to go away and tried to convince myself it was too early for admission letters from this school, that it probably was just as advertisement or something.
By the way, for those of you who aren't informed, Knox is a small liberal arts college in Galeburg, Illinois, and it has a great creative writing program. It's pretty neat. Anyhow...
My sister wouldn't go away, and my mom came around, lingering, waiting for me to open it too, and so I did, my stomach tying knots, and I pulled out a paper, and the first thing I read, word for word?
"Your application has been accepted!"
My first reaction? "OH MY GOSH! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And my sister ran away and my mom ran to look at the paper with me. Apparently I got 10 grand scholarship money and it was very amazing. This is the girl who was preparing to go to FJC because her grades were terrible and she wasn't involved in school at all!
Now, there is money to be spent, and money to be found to spent, and money to be made to spent, so...I'll be busy searching for awhile.
Did I mention that my dad has been so uncharacteristically happy for the past two days? It's so funny, but I think he's super relieved that he can say his daughter goes to Knox, even though nobody even knows where that is, and not Fullerton junior college.
THANK YOU GOD!!!!!! And the perfect verse accompanying this later that night?
"The Lord had said to Abram, 'Go from your country, your people and your father's household to the land I will show you'". -Genesis 12:1
I will follow wherever God wants me to go!
And truth be told? I'm scared to death. I'm going to be all by my self, meeting new people I may or may not like, in a city I may or may not like, and I have to do everything on my own. It's really frightening. I don't like one on one conversations with strangers, and I'm supposed to do that in two weeks with professors and staff and such! It's scary, really. I'm socially awkward, so I guess I'll just have to get over that. I will blossom in college! So I hope. No, I believe it! God will take care of me!
Now, NYU acceptance, please? To that enormous school with an enormous tuition...egh.
And Knox's second favorite thing to say?
(their first would be "FREEDOM TO FLOURISH")
"Do not be distracted by human beings. Or animals." - my dad...said while my sister is dancing around. And I (involuntarily) look out my window at a bird...
1 Peter 2:9
"But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light."
John 8:12
"When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."
Follow Jesus into the light! I'm in the light. You should be too! :]
And GUESS WHAT!!!!!
Saturday afternoon near 3-4 o' clock, my sister came home from wherever she was and handed me a large envelope from Knox College. She looked kind of torn between excited and anxious, and I felt kind of nervous. I was going to burst into tears if I hadn't gotten accepted, so I told her to go away and tried to convince myself it was too early for admission letters from this school, that it probably was just as advertisement or something.
By the way, for those of you who aren't informed, Knox is a small liberal arts college in Galeburg, Illinois, and it has a great creative writing program. It's pretty neat. Anyhow...
My sister wouldn't go away, and my mom came around, lingering, waiting for me to open it too, and so I did, my stomach tying knots, and I pulled out a paper, and the first thing I read, word for word?
"Your application has been accepted!"
My first reaction? "OH MY GOSH! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And my sister ran away and my mom ran to look at the paper with me. Apparently I got 10 grand scholarship money and it was very amazing. This is the girl who was preparing to go to FJC because her grades were terrible and she wasn't involved in school at all!
Now, there is money to be spent, and money to be found to spent, and money to be made to spent, so...I'll be busy searching for awhile.
Did I mention that my dad has been so uncharacteristically happy for the past two days? It's so funny, but I think he's super relieved that he can say his daughter goes to Knox, even though nobody even knows where that is, and not Fullerton junior college.
THANK YOU GOD!!!!!! And the perfect verse accompanying this later that night?
"The Lord had said to Abram, 'Go from your country, your people and your father's household to the land I will show you'". -Genesis 12:1
I will follow wherever God wants me to go!
And truth be told? I'm scared to death. I'm going to be all by my self, meeting new people I may or may not like, in a city I may or may not like, and I have to do everything on my own. It's really frightening. I don't like one on one conversations with strangers, and I'm supposed to do that in two weeks with professors and staff and such! It's scary, really. I'm socially awkward, so I guess I'll just have to get over that. I will blossom in college! So I hope. No, I believe it! God will take care of me!
Now, NYU acceptance, please? To that enormous school with an enormous tuition...egh.
And Knox's second favorite thing to say?
(their first would be "FREEDOM TO FLOURISH")
Thursday, 11 March 2010
A Snippet of the Teenage Life
“Mom, I’m going to go watch The Office.”
“What?”
“I said I’m going to go watch—”
“What?”
“I’m going to—”
“I'm in the living room, I can’t hear you. Watch what?”
“The—”
“What?”
“THE OFFICE!”
“What about the office?”
“I’m going to go watch it.”
“Watch what?”
“The Office!”
“What?”
“Mom!”
“Why in the world would you go watch my office?"
“Mom. It’s a TV show.”
“What is?”
“The Office! On NBC!”
“Is it that one show with that obnoxious Steve Carell?”
“…yeah.”
“Oh.”
“Anyway, I’m going to go watch it now.”
"How long is it going to be?"
"Maybe half an hour."
“It’s going to be passed ten, honey. You have to go to sleep. You have school tomorrow!”
“But Mom—”
“No buts! Go to sleep or you’re grounded from TV!”
“Yes ma’am.”
A day in the life of a teenager.
“What?”
“I said I’m going to go watch—”
“What?”
“I’m going to—”
“I'm in the living room, I can’t hear you. Watch what?”
“The—”
“What?”
“THE OFFICE!”
“What about the office?”
“I’m going to go watch it.”
“Watch what?”
“The Office!”
“What?”
“Mom!”
“Why in the world would you go watch my office?"
“Mom. It’s a TV show.”
“What is?”
“The Office! On NBC!”
“Is it that one show with that obnoxious Steve Carell?”
“…yeah.”
“Oh.”
“Anyway, I’m going to go watch it now.”
"How long is it going to be?"
"Maybe half an hour."
“It’s going to be passed ten, honey. You have to go to sleep. You have school tomorrow!”
“But Mom—”
“No buts! Go to sleep or you’re grounded from TV!”
“Yes ma’am.”
A day in the life of a teenager.
Monday, 8 March 2010
James 1:2-6
-James 1:2-6
I will believe and trust you, Lord. You know best.
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| Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. |
I will believe and trust you, Lord. You know best.
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
Twilight and Breaking Dawn in a nutshell
Good to know I'm not the only one who thinks that this is how the books actually go!
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
The Eldest Princess
Once upon a time, in a town on an island called Mawr somewhere in the Atlantic, a girl was born to two strong-headed parents. The mother, a beautiful woman with lots of potential, fought to keep her pride, while the father, king of the island, a proud, strong and critical man, fought to keep her down. And he broke her.
The daughter was born in hard times, the queen still fighting the losing battle of dominance, and there was a lot tension throughout the child's first one and a half years of life. It scarred her mentally.
Then, a second daughter was born. By then, the mother had somewhat succumbed to her husband, and the second daughter was taken care of and, though there was still tension, it didn't affect the second child as much.
Two more daughters were born, and by the time the last one popped out, the mother was broken completely. She was nothing more than a servant. Her hands, once pretty piano hands, were worn with work, her back slightly bent from labor, and all she could think about was pleasing her husband. Her pride had gone into her children, and she did well in taking care of them while trying to please her husband at the same time.
The king of the town was strong and respectful, wise and kind, compassionate and understanding, and the people loved him. He was personal with his subjects, and they loved and respected him for that.
In the first twelve years of the eldest princess, she was told to be the best, to try hard, to work hard, and she tried. But as she and her father, the king, drew farther and farther apart, becoming less personal with each other, she began to feel loathing for herself. Couldn't she be good enough to have the attention and compassion he gave his subjects?
She revered him as a king, thought he was fantastic and was proud he was her father, but, when it came to the household, she kept away from him and tried to avoid him. They hardly ever spoke anymore. She saw her mother, old and worked, and she became bitter. She could hardly tolerate her father ordering his wife around as if she was a common servant. The daughter began to wither and became unhappy, distraught, reserved, and restless. She longed to break away
The second daughter grew to be a beautiful young girl, strong, content, intelligent, and athletic. She excelled in sports and her father loved her for it. He paid money to make her become better, sent her to the best schools in the town to strengthen her, but the second girl, too, wanted to escape and to do what she wanted. Because her father loved her, he allowed her to go and gave her her own ship to travel the world.
The third daughter also grew to be a beautiful young girl, strong, happy, very intelligent, athletic, and wise. She was very wise in her ways and intelligent as well as kind, and her father loved her for it. He sent her to the best schools, paid money for extra tutors and allowed her to make time for sports as well. She was athletic and smart, and the king pronounced her as the next heir to the throne. She was capable enough.
The last daughter grew to be a beautiful girl as her other two sisters, and she was intelligent, though flighty and restless. But she, being the youngest, her father the king loved the most, and he took care of her and she was happy. She lived with her parents for years, and she was happy. She had everything she wanted, and she lived a good life as a princess.
The eldest daughter, now, saw her younger sisters and grew hurt. She watched as the second daughter received his love and attention, as she excelled in sports, and she tried to be the same. But though she could play, she was ignored. Her skills weren't good enough, and so she quit. She saw her sister off on the ship, and she wished desperately to go with her. She wanted to travel.
She watched as the third daughter excelled in academics and sports, and the eldest tried to copy her. She tried to study well, but her hurt was overpowering her, and though she tried to impress her father the king with her marks, she was overshadowed by her sister's excellent marks. So she gave up and failed everything else. Only then did she get attention from her father, but not the attention she wanted.
She watched as the fourth daughter was adored by their father the king, and she watched her sister get all she wanted, become spoiled but happy, and she watched as their father praised her and encouraged her. The eldest became even more hurt.
The eldest daughter of the king of the prosperous island of Mawr was nothing, and so she was ignored by her father. She had no achievements, and so, seeing this, she wanted to travel. She ached to feel the salty wind on her face, not the kind that came in the form of tears (she tired of those), and wanted to see the world. She yearned for the knowledge of what was in other countries, and she wanted to see it for herself. She was tired of reading about it and hearing about it from other people. She wanted experience.
The king, however, had other plans for his disappointing daughter. After conversing with his advisors, he decided to marry her off, at the young age of twenty, to the prince of a neighboring island called Anobaith. The wife, brainwashed, agreed that it was for the best. Their daughter had no skills, was good at nothing, so the best thing was to marry her off. The princess, feeling used and trapped, was in despair as she was carted off to await the next voyage to Anobaith. The only adventure she was to ever have was in marrying a man that was the same as her father. Her future was, because of missed opportunities, no skills, and her bitterness, bleak.
The daughter was born in hard times, the queen still fighting the losing battle of dominance, and there was a lot tension throughout the child's first one and a half years of life. It scarred her mentally.
Then, a second daughter was born. By then, the mother had somewhat succumbed to her husband, and the second daughter was taken care of and, though there was still tension, it didn't affect the second child as much.
Two more daughters were born, and by the time the last one popped out, the mother was broken completely. She was nothing more than a servant. Her hands, once pretty piano hands, were worn with work, her back slightly bent from labor, and all she could think about was pleasing her husband. Her pride had gone into her children, and she did well in taking care of them while trying to please her husband at the same time.
The king of the town was strong and respectful, wise and kind, compassionate and understanding, and the people loved him. He was personal with his subjects, and they loved and respected him for that.
In the first twelve years of the eldest princess, she was told to be the best, to try hard, to work hard, and she tried. But as she and her father, the king, drew farther and farther apart, becoming less personal with each other, she began to feel loathing for herself. Couldn't she be good enough to have the attention and compassion he gave his subjects?
She revered him as a king, thought he was fantastic and was proud he was her father, but, when it came to the household, she kept away from him and tried to avoid him. They hardly ever spoke anymore. She saw her mother, old and worked, and she became bitter. She could hardly tolerate her father ordering his wife around as if she was a common servant. The daughter began to wither and became unhappy, distraught, reserved, and restless. She longed to break away
The second daughter grew to be a beautiful young girl, strong, content, intelligent, and athletic. She excelled in sports and her father loved her for it. He paid money to make her become better, sent her to the best schools in the town to strengthen her, but the second girl, too, wanted to escape and to do what she wanted. Because her father loved her, he allowed her to go and gave her her own ship to travel the world.
The third daughter also grew to be a beautiful young girl, strong, happy, very intelligent, athletic, and wise. She was very wise in her ways and intelligent as well as kind, and her father loved her for it. He sent her to the best schools, paid money for extra tutors and allowed her to make time for sports as well. She was athletic and smart, and the king pronounced her as the next heir to the throne. She was capable enough.
The last daughter grew to be a beautiful girl as her other two sisters, and she was intelligent, though flighty and restless. But she, being the youngest, her father the king loved the most, and he took care of her and she was happy. She lived with her parents for years, and she was happy. She had everything she wanted, and she lived a good life as a princess.
The eldest daughter, now, saw her younger sisters and grew hurt. She watched as the second daughter received his love and attention, as she excelled in sports, and she tried to be the same. But though she could play, she was ignored. Her skills weren't good enough, and so she quit. She saw her sister off on the ship, and she wished desperately to go with her. She wanted to travel.
She watched as the third daughter excelled in academics and sports, and the eldest tried to copy her. She tried to study well, but her hurt was overpowering her, and though she tried to impress her father the king with her marks, she was overshadowed by her sister's excellent marks. So she gave up and failed everything else. Only then did she get attention from her father, but not the attention she wanted.
She watched as the fourth daughter was adored by their father the king, and she watched her sister get all she wanted, become spoiled but happy, and she watched as their father praised her and encouraged her. The eldest became even more hurt.
The eldest daughter of the king of the prosperous island of Mawr was nothing, and so she was ignored by her father. She had no achievements, and so, seeing this, she wanted to travel. She ached to feel the salty wind on her face, not the kind that came in the form of tears (she tired of those), and wanted to see the world. She yearned for the knowledge of what was in other countries, and she wanted to see it for herself. She was tired of reading about it and hearing about it from other people. She wanted experience.
The king, however, had other plans for his disappointing daughter. After conversing with his advisors, he decided to marry her off, at the young age of twenty, to the prince of a neighboring island called Anobaith. The wife, brainwashed, agreed that it was for the best. Their daughter had no skills, was good at nothing, so the best thing was to marry her off. The princess, feeling used and trapped, was in despair as she was carted off to await the next voyage to Anobaith. The only adventure she was to ever have was in marrying a man that was the same as her father. Her future was, because of missed opportunities, no skills, and her bitterness, bleak.
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