Sunday is pretty depressed that no matter how long you live, you will still be foolish.
So people on their deathbeds always pine, "Oh what I would have done if only I had more time!" When really, more time wouldn't have made a difference? We're static people. How terrible.
So let me get this straight All these years and you were no where to be found And now you want me for your own But you're a day late and my love, she's still renowned
Smundeh seriously just had a spazz attack and it's only the first of November. This is all you get and I'M NOT EVEN SORRY.
Actually, I'm a little sorry. I didn't really explain in my video, and that makes me sad because I think it's a valid question and now I've just gone and short changed it. What do you do when you're praying the wrong prayers? If prayer is a process through which God changes us [and still somehow gives us the dignity of causality -- check it: http://vimeo.com/8467883] then how do we process when we find ourselves unchanged?
Again, I'm really bummed out I butchered this one!
A Year Of Questions is a project begun on March 22, 2010, by seven teens who want to be better at asking questions and articulating answers. This blog exists to make it easier to discuss these questions (because a 500 character limit on YouTube comments is rather limiting). Enjoy!
