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If this Man were not from God, He could do nothing. -John 9:33 Choice of life or death If a man walked into the room with a gun. There were 30 people in the room. He approached you, pointed the gun in your face and told you that you had a choice. Either he would kill your best friend (who happens to be sitting beside you) or two random people in the room, who would you choose? Philosophy, this morning, our teacher presented that question. My answer? I would refuse to play his little game. Their blood would not be on my hands, I would not participate with his sick twisted game. Then the teacher told me that the gunman would pose another choice. If I refused to participate, all three would be shot. I know I would cry. I know I would stutter. But I also know that I would have to choose my best friend. I love her with all my heart. But I know that when she dies she is headed straight to heaven. She serves and knows the living God, and the other two people may not. I know that she would want it to be that way, that if her death could bring people to Christ, which would most likely be the case, she would want it that way. Or at least I think she would. That was the hardest decicion I ever have made. Because even in hypothetical situations, once I give an answer, I know that is what I would choose. I don't take these things lightly, and I don't go back. How would I be able to live if something like that happened? Take me. Take my life. I don't care. Just leave them here. I am not God, and have not the power to choose life or death for those people. I can only be glad that that won't happen to me. Greater love has no one than this: that one lay down his life for his friends. I would. I would not only do that. But I would lay it down for a stranger. In the other scenerio, where my death could save my classmates; would I do it? Yes. My life is not my own, but Jesus's. He would and did die for others, how can I do any less than giving him my own life, or death as the case may be. My life is not my own. Perhaps in doing so a life would be changed. And that would be enough. ~ Amanda Audience of One The real Spanish teacher is back from Uruguay. I'm proud to report that I understood her quite well. Praise the Lord. I'm going to work very hard at it, and I am trying to realize that my best is all I can do. There's no such thing as better than the best. *sigh* Sometimes it's bad to be a perfectionist. I feel slightly overwhelmed, but at the same time I think I can handle it. The first couple of weeks and the last couple of weeks will probably be the hardest...as well as midterm time. But I can do it. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me!" I wonder... when did swearing become the norm? When did we stop analyzing the things that come across our lips? When did we stop caring? Every movie showing this semester--with the exception of two--is filled with cursing and sex. Why? Does it sell movies? If Christians cared half as much about what went into their heads as they used to bad movies would gain a substantially less income, and thus less of them would be there. It used to be that our definition of a "bad movie" had the f word in it once. Now, if it's less than 20 times, and it's used appropriately it's okay. What happened? It's going to be hard to hold myself to this movie standard, because even though I cared before, I've just gotten a little bit more radical. What do I do when my friends watch "American Pie" and I'm in the room? Do I risk rudeness and judgement by leaving? Do I make excuses? Or do I stand for what I believe in? I stand before the audience of One. That one is God. He's the one I will strive to please. I fail, it's true. We all have at one point or another. But I will keep on giving it my all until the breath leaves my body. Nothing can detract me from my God. He is my judge. People are my peers. Peer opinion is overrated, and has no consequence in the light of eternity. Lord, give me boldness. Help me to stand before you and do what is right in your eyes, even risking earthly favor. You are what matters God. You are My everything. I want to live for you and only you. I will not sacrifice on the alter of popularity. Nor will I give gifts in the shrine of Pride. I am not better than others, but I will hold myself to a higher standard. I am running a race. This isn't a leisurely walk. Amanda Sightful Blind--Global Expeditions--Asia 05--Make a Difference You can email the author at hephzibah62_4@hotmail.com Reveal your thoughts Yesterday Days Past Tomorrow Thoughts and Concerns (0)

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