People who have an excess of this molecule in their blood are sixteen times more likely to be imprisoned.
I was probably a senior in high school when I saw the movie Evil Dead II. It was good for a chuckle but I really doubt it makes many peoples favorites list. I bring it up because there's this part in there where the main dude (Ash) basically has his hand get possessed, and he ends up lobbing it off at the wrist with a chainsaw. I think they were still trying to pass the series as part of the horror genre still, after all. Anyway, I had to wonder if whoever was writing the screenplay was intentionally trying to toe the line of Christian teaching or if it happened by complete accident. You have to admit, that scenario is right there in the bible:
"If your hand cause you to stumble, cut it off; it is better to enter life crippled than, having two hands, to go into hell..."- Mk 9:43
So, if your hand is clearly causing you to sin, cut it off. That part is crystal. The thing that makes this extra hard to apply is that in real life, things are hardly so distinct. When can you save your hand with antibiotics, and when is amputation the best course of action? Hands are a *great* thing to have two of, you know what I mean?
Okay. How this all ties into my woes with testosterone (the molecule you see at the top of the page but still don't care about) isn't what you probably thought of first. My dilemma is that I love playing ultimate frisbee, but lately I can't seem to make it through a game without turning into a total jackmunch. I've always been competetive but things seem to really have gotten out of hand. I criticize my teammates, I glare at the opposition, it's really ridiculous. Ugh. Then I get mad at myself about being mad, because what the crap dude, it's just a stupid game. At that point I have to just go and sulk for half an hour and wonder what's wrong with me.
Resolving to not play ultimate for the rest of the summer really feels like dying for me. Not just that but it feels like the easy way out in some sense. Isn't it cowardly to not trust for self-control and just play the freakin' game like a normal person? Yet still, when I look back at Christ's words, there it is, staring me in the face, convicting me.
The sweet lemons in the whole deal: if Christianity is made up, there's no way it's inventors would have made it this hard.
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I love Army of Darkness! Classic example of a "B" horror flik. I don't even know it could be classified as horror.
Anyway, "Shop smart. Shop S-Mart."
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Great words Chris!! I knew a guy who never played sports because he turned into such a turd every time. Tough call. I see what you mean about sticking it out and wanting to be able to control yourself. I think it's different for everyone. What's it gonna be for you. Good luck with that. See you brother.
Oh funny. We pansies on the sidelines tonight were watching you play Ultimate, and there was no bloodshed. You seemed to do really well, and we commented on how you really knew your way around a frisbee.
I'm not sure if I just stoked the fire, but props to you for seemingly taking a big step toward self-improvement tonight!
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