Come to me all you that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light
Matt 11: 28-30
1 Corinthians 13:1-10,13 NKJV
“Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as a sounding brass or a tingling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy and understand all mysteries and all knowledge; and though I have all faith that I can remove mountains but have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestowed all my goods to feed the poor and give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.
Love suffers long and is kind,
Love does not envy,
Love does not boast of itself; it is not puffed up
Love does not behave rudely,
Love is not easily provoked,
Love does not think of evil,
Love does not rejoice in sin but in the truth,
Love bears all things,
Love believes all things,
Love hopes all things,
Love endures all things,
Love does not fail.
But whether there are prophecies, they will fail, whether there are tongues, they will cease, whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away.
For now we know in part and we prophecy in part, but when that which is perfect comes, then that which is in part shall be done away… And now abides Faith, Hope and Love, these three. But the greatest of these is Love.”
I received more responses than I expected but either from atheists or ex-christians. Though I wasn’t looking for debates just a word of encouragement. I appreciate all of you sharing your stories with me, especially the encouragements from my brothers/sisters in Christ. What I’m looking for is somewhere to find hope or someone who’s going through what I mentioned to help me understand how they are still striving in faith. I’m not readily able to debate with anyone on whether God is real, because I believe He is and my opinion will never change. Thank you again.
If anything I’ll just start posting verses here to help me stay focussed on living, until otherwise. God bless.
“… For what is your life? It is just a vapor that appears for a moment and then vanishes away” James 4:14
I know I’m a fool, because I feel like it’s better to die in hell than live anymore. Worse still there are sins that I’m struggling to let go and it just feels like I’ll go to hell for them anyway. So why waste time? But God tells me every now and then through other people or random sources that it’s wise and better to keep living. Are you suicidal and a Christian? How do you reconsile yourself?
I dont want to be the reason someone hates life, but I dont know how to will myself to be happy. I’m not self sacriicial, I dont pretend to be happy, when my depression hits idc about putting on a smile. People dont ask, I dont tell. But if I could be happy and help someone else find hope and smile, maybe I suffer with a smile. I love you all.
I’m looking for any zambians or africans who are students in university. I’m 21 and a guy but I oscillate between suicidal thoughts and hope. I’m studying in the USA and I just can’t keep up with the constant depression ruining me. Anyone other students with stories of how you worked through, or how you failed doesnt matter.
There’s an instinctive draw back as you fall back to the ground/
Hitting rock bottom you shatter a dream and your old specs/
But they don’t matter because your eyes couldn’t see anyway/
See the chain link fence that bound your fading self-esteem/
Unfortunately bonded by the people you wanted to die for… Long ago/
The shards miss your eyes but pierce your forehead silently/
At least you’re not bleeding or are you? It doesn’t even matter/
Alcohol kills your pain and makes you turn your attention again/
To the window pane that has supported a few dying roses/
As they try to be pretty in the kitchen’s white fluorescence/
(it’s clear where the sun hasn’t been shining)/
But you know better than to believe in single angles and lights/
Better than to love portraits that have more edit than the word change/
They are what made you blind in the first place in a rat race/
Now you wish you never won/
A single red drip is enough to turn you sober to the emptiness/
You don’t want to stand because maybe this can finally be it/
You just sit on the eroding hard concrete on which you spit/
Those glorious words that entangled your heart in many sorrows/
Alas a bleeding forehead never killed anyone you knew/
You’re often sober minded but you are easily blinded/
You loved people and wanted the world to just say something/
About your beautiful piano skills and articulate nature/
But your heart wants you to be a man and get some towels/
“We are bleeding!” your body screams and you notice regrettably/
That blood is beautiful when in streams in this white light/
Rising, you take the paper instead and use the contrast of red/
And some other color that is flowing from this chewed up pen/
Bleeding on the page with relief and unreasonable rage/
5 minutes in you you realise that those words will never matter/
Whatever you wrote is just a splatter of crimson and black/
That you won’t remember IF you wake up the next morning/
But you will remember what it was like last December though/
Now everyone’s gone with the memory of the things you say/
One more sip… One more pill… Is the only game you will ever play.
It’s only natural that the more a human has to handle large masses of anything, they cease to see the individual and rather the collective. It’s how vision works, zoom out and you don’t see the atoms anymore just the mass. This makes them forget that people are people. They either are psychopaths to take on such a terrible task or they become psychopaths along the way. The sheer lack of sympathy that is displayed by authouritarians is sadistic and psychopathic to say the least. That’s why the world will never get better, and people will always die.
Fist sized heart’s on a window ajar/
A salted thought yet scattered afar/
But a fallen star I will carry to sea/
So long I know who I come to see/
A curse in veins to bind these trails/
So doses now higher than taller tales/
Of inner peace for my inner conflict/
Raising childish hate oh I will be strict/
To nurture my wounds for such a day/
When all the pain will finally repay/
So the shadow of eyelids in cold moon/
Will taste like death but all too soon/
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