A picture of love.....

So i just finished one of my favorite movies Blood Diamond for the second time. I love that film it's truly a masterpiece of a film, see it if you never have. Anyway there is this moment in the film when Solomon finds his son again and his son does not remember him so he is pointing a gun at him. Solomons son has been kidnapped by rebels and been basically brainwashed into these terrible things he has killed many Innocent people and done many evil things. Solomon however is every bit as receipting of him as he says "Dea, you are my son and i am your father and I love you. Its time for you to come home and be my son again."

As i sat there watching this i realized how beautiful of a picture it painted of our relationship with Christ. When I think about my life with Christ, all i ever see is me broken, dirty, and like I've prostituted myself against Him. There is this line in a As Cities Burn song that says

"when I make it to heaven/i may be as bloody as hell/will you still take me?"

I've always think about that line when i think about heaven or the sin in my life. I have no doubt of my salvation but sometimes i really do question how it can be so easy. I know it is that easy though but i think that's a part of the beauty of God. He didn't make us have to do a million good things he just made it into a friendship. A friendship that is the greatest bond we have.

Another thing Blood Diamond always does to me is make my feelings stronger for in the words Maddy from the movie "I give a s---". I guess i really do just want this world to be a better place and I believe in order for that to happen we need to be grounded by the principles laid down by Jesus.

We paint these streets red

and sleep well in our beds

and we open our eyes

to the things that we have

sometimes i ask myself

is it worth the lives it cost

just to keep me happy

and to still not be happy

Brother, are you still alive

are you still limping on

despite my will to act

Brother, are you still dying

while I'm still lying

inside this bed of comfort

Children on the ground

their bodies are stretched out

mother by their side

weeping at the sound

of their last breath

and I'm still breathing

do i deserve to be breathing

Brother, are you still silent

will the world notice

your freshly dug grave

Brother, are you still crying

screaming for some savior

that never came to be

Father, are you still waiting

for this world to love you

for this place to change

Father, are you still seeing

all the hate we have

for the our own blood

and sometimes i question

if we can't love each other

than how can we love You