Beneath our fashionable clothes and beyond our fading flesh, a mere skeleton holds us together. And when we’re gone, that skeleton is all that will be left of our bodies. So why do we invest so much time in things that will only fade away?
Source: Skeletons
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a ravenous wolf
devouring the weak
in a bloody race
to survive and to surpass
seeking for glory
whatever the cost
is this what you call success?
you’ve gained the whole world
while losing your soul
Source: Buried Alive
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There is an allure to the temporary: it comes cloaked in light only to steal our lives. God, help us…that we do not fall victim.
Source: Buried Alive
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“There’s far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can’t see now will last forever.” 2 Corinthians 4:18 (MSG)
Source: Buried Alive
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I don’t want to come to the end of my life and regret that my time was spent on things that gather dust. I don’t want to waste my breath on things that rot, or my labor on that which can be burned in the fire.
Source: Buried Alive
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I don’t want to be buried alive. And I would guess if a survey were taken on the ways people least want to die, being buried alive would top the charts. Yet quietly, imperceptibly, it’s happening. Here. Now. In our own homes. Each day, we are suffocating unaware.
Who is the evil perpetrator seeking to steal our lives?
If a crime scene investigation series were devoted to finding the villain behind the madness, it would take the slyest of sleuths to crack the case—because the antagonist is among the least noticed and most unsuspected, and so much the object of our affections that we would never believe it a silent killer.
Are you in suspense wondering who the evil nemesis could be? Let me ease your curiosity. It’s…our stuff.
That’s right. Our stuff. Stop and think back to the moment you first noticed your lifeblood draining, your strength failing. It may have been in the midst of that endless succession of phone calls to customer service trying to resolve an issue with that “thing” once so needed. It may have been the last time you attempted to organize your basement or garage into some semblance of sanity. Or maybe it was when you walked by your teen’s bedroom and found them them swallowed alive by electronic gadgets as the slow-dawning realization came upon you…that a significant chunk of your labor was spent to pay for those gadgets now stealing your child away.
Yes, we need things for daily life, but when those things start to devour our life, it gets dangerous. Our precious time is spent working for, purchasing, cleaning, maintaining, refurbishing, storing, organizing, and getting rid of…things. We work extra hours, spend time away from family, all so we can have stuff we think we need, only to realize this stuff has robbed us of what we need even more.
I don’t want to come to the end of my life and regret that my time was spent on things that gather dust. I don’t want to waste my breath on things that rot, or my labor on that which can be burned in the fire. There is an allure to the temporary: it comes cloaked in light only to steal our lives. God, help us…that we do not fall victim.
“There’s far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can’t see now will last forever.” 2 Corinthians 4:18 (MSG)
Source: Buried Alive
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it was a world of hatred, a world of strife
where hearts grew bitter and numb to life
but ignoring the pain
the people still sang
it’s a small world, after all
multitudes lived out their lives of ease
while others were lacking their basic needs
though the poor cried in vain
all heard the refrain
it’s a small world, after all
wealthy men’s dumpsters were filled to full
while the hungry were starving outside their doors
the rich entertained
while they sang and they sang
it’s a small world, after all
humans were bound in captivity
greedy appetites funded their slavery
hungry for more,
oppressing the poor
it’s a small, small world
nations went bankrupt, destroyed by greed
though warnings poured forth, they failed to take heed
corrupted, they spent
until drowned in their debt
it’s a small world, after all
children with guns killed potential friends
reports of destruction were without end
the suffering went on
yet still, came the song
it’s a small world…after all
cultures destroyed due to race and skin
terrorists blinded by mortal sin
innocence failed
while hatred prevailed
it’s a small world, after all?
battles were fought, countless lives were lost
still, they neglected to count the cost
fighting wars uncontained
until no one remained
it’s a small, small world
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