Anonymous asked: I think people find Heaven boring because they have a reductive view of what worshiping God for all eternity means. A lot of people think we'll just bow before him and go "wow" 24/7 for endless eons. In my mind, worshiping God can mean many different things to many different people. Which might include things like exploring the vast regions of space and the ocean and marveling at the many things God has made. Just as one example.
I agree! I think it all boils down to lack of realizing how astounding Heaven will be and the fact that worshiping Him and being in His presence will be something we won’t want to stop doing.
I also think it goes back to trying to comprehend something we can’t fully comprehend until we get there. We have a limited mindset with only our current existence to guide our understanding, so it tends to be an automatic reflex to try understanding how Heaven will be with this life as our template. We do often get bored here doing the same activities over and over again. And the reason why things of this world fall flat after awhile and can never truly satisfy us is because we were made for Him - and we were made with the desire for Him, whether we realize it or not. Only He can fulfill the human heart, so once we are there, we aren’t going to want anything else. Finally being with Him won’t fall flat because we will finally be fulfilled.
Oh my God, literally My God… I just got another blood test result and it came back free of the disease I was told I had last week. I’m literally in tears
Texan Followers or people in general. I hope you’re alright. Call your family and friends. Keeping you in my prayers while I stare at the news at utter disgust in what happened today.
Prayer request
Finally got my blood test back today. I have a disease I was nervous I would have. But it’s there, and it could cause a lot of serious problems if it doesn’t get taken care of. Please pray for me. I’m afraid, and freaked out and quite frankly I just feel depressed over this.
October 29 is National Cat Day.
When the Fords moved into the White House in August 1975, their daughter Susan’s cat Shan came with them. Here Shan, a seal point Siamese, peeks out from behind the curtains while exploring her new home.
(White House photograph A0357-09A)
Dragon mode for Morpheus of Neil Gaiman’s Sandman series. Color b/g textures by Sirius-sdz, everything else by me.
Day 24 of my #Inktober project of my personal heroes of page and screen.
Legolas is my oldest recurring love. I was six when my mother read the Hobbit to me - and when we were done, I asked, That’s it? Is there more?
Well, she said, well yes, there is.
And thus, she started reading the Lord of the Rings to me when I was about seven. She skipped and shortened bits, I think, but not many; it took us years before we were finished, by which time I was reading along (or ahead). Tolkien’s Fantasy has been a constant companion of my life for the last thirty-five years, and I’ve revisited it ever since, even during phases when my mind was occupied with space battles or Carthaginians. My mother started buying the Lord of the Rings calendars in the mid-eighties, which was when I fell in love with the art of John Howe, Alan Lee, Inger Edelfeldt and Ted Nasmith. Even back then, there was this little voice at the back of my head that said, One day, you’ll do this too.
Legolas had a much, much tinier role in the film that you’d assume from all the merchandise featuring him nowadays. Altogether, he has something like twenty sentences of dialogue in all three books, not counting his long tale at the Council of Elrond. But in nearly all of his few lines of text, his sense of humour and kindness just shines through. That appealed to me from the very beginning. He comes across as a very down to earth character in the book, with just a hint of the time-weary sadness that was the hallmark of Orlando Bloom’s version, with whom I often had the feeling that Peter Jackson was trying to get in as much Silmarillion Elf as the character could handle (and then some). My own visions of the characters, thankfully, had been around so long by 2001 that the movie did nothing to challenge them. I’ve taken over a few, of whom I had just fuzzy mental images (like the Hobbits), but most of them are firmly my own. When I read “Aragorn” or “Legolas”, it’s always my versions that spring into my head, not the actors.