-peetas:

allthedamnedlies:

suddenly-im-mister-sex:

heyyouvejustbeensherlocked:

Starry Night by Vincent VanGogh (above) and reimagined by Alex Ruiz (below)

Oh my god…

 I can’t even put into words how beautiful this is

I’m in awe.

i could just cry

It’s amazing, the creativity of men and what it reveals about the Creator.

I have this friend. We’ve been together for quite some time now. As friends that is. Shared many experiences together. Seen many things. Heard many things. Done many things. We don’t always see eye-to-eye… but that’s personality I guess. Regardless of disagreements or inconveniences (which are surprisingly seldom), I consider him one of my true friends—and ”friend” isn’t a word I toss around lightly.

One of my favorite recurring interactions with him involve our conversations about heaven or the “new creation.” I can remember sitting on a couch for quite some time musing about eternal life after the last day and saying, “When we play soccer, how will we pick which team Jesus is on?”

I guess I think about the new creation often. More than once per week, but probably not every day. And I look forward to it. Greatly.

I’ve discovered something further about myself lately; perhaps it isn’t so much discovery as it is honing. And what have I honed? Discovery.

I love discovering new things. Learning. Experiencing. In books, but everywhere else too.

And I want to be able to saddle up on a stallion and travel through miles of hills. I want to discover mountains with ravines and lakes in between. I want to climb trees and hop dangerously to another. I want to boulder rocks, and drink water from a cactus. I want adventure.

And I wonder… in the new creation, when Christ remakes the world, when he fashions hills and valleys and deserts and gardens anew, will he allow me roam across new earth for a year or two? Taking along with me my best friend who has an eye for beauty and the most curious personality I know. Inevitably, I would come across several others who had the same mind to discover pristine creation. We would light a fire at night and tell grand tales of the magnificent creation of our God. And what’s more, we would tell of the magnificent Creator, and the wondrous person he is. We would each explain the story of how the great Redeemer took a grand adventure to earth to rescue his bride. And how he rescued each of us individually-corporately. We would worship our God.

godisloveandloveisreal:

I didn’t see you today, I waited on that park bench. The one with the perfect view of the pond with no fish in it, just a body of water filled with plants, but what beautiful flowers grow by the bank. I waited for hours that turned into days. And Now that I think of it I haven’t seen you in…

Sitting at a Starbucks waiting for someone to begin a meeting.

Across the intersection, on the opposite corner sits a church building.

My guess is that more people walk in the doors of this Starbucks on any given day than walk through the doors of that building Sunday on Easter.

Why?