Have you ever doubted love? How can love be when suffering is so great and pain is hurting so bad? How can love be true? How?
What does love look like? is the question Ive been pondering What does love look like? What does love look like? is the question Ive been asking of You Once believed that love was romance, just a chance I even thought that love was for the lucky and the beautiful I once believed that love was a momentary bliss, but love is more than this All You ever wanted was my attention All You ever wanted was love from me All You ever wanted was my affections to sit here at Your feet and tell me What does love look like? is the question Ive been pondering What does love look like? If all of life comes down to love then tell me What does love look like? is the question Ive been pondering What does love look like?
Then I sat down a little frustrated and confused Your fire of life comes down to love. And love has to be more than sentiment, More than selfishness and selfish gain
Then I saw Him there Hanging on a tree, looking at me I saw Him there Hanging on a tree, looking at me He was looking at me looking at Him, staring through me I could not escape those beautiful eyes And I began to weep and weep
He had arms wide open, heart exposed Arms wide open, He was bleeding, bleeding. Arms wide open, heart exposed Arms wide open, He was bleeding, bleeding Loves definition Loves definition, was looking at me Looking at Him. Hanging on a tree I began to weep and weep and weep and weep This is how I know what love is.
And as I sat there, weeping, crying, those beautiful eyes Full of desire and love. And He said to me You shall love Me..You shall love Me. With arms wide open, heart exposed With arms wide open, bleeding, sometimes bleeding You shall love Me.. You shall love Me..
If anybodys looking for love in all the wrong places If youve been searching for love, come to Me. Come to me. Take up your cross. Deny yourself. Forget your fathers house and run. Run with Me. Cause you were made for abandon your heart and listen Cause you were made for Someone greater, Someone bigger, so follow Me. And youll come alive when you learn to die. And He said to me
You shall love Me. You shall love Me
With arms wide open, heart exposed With arms wide open, bleeding, sometimes bleeding
"Bibelens fellesnavn på alle store sjødyr - fra krokodille til sel og hval er LEVIATAN" - professor
Bibelen 2011; Salme 104,25-26: " Her er havet, stort og vidt, med en talløs vrimmel av dyr, både små og store. Der stevner skipene fram, der er Leviatan, som du har skapt til å leke med."
Hvis leviatan er navnet på hvalen, så har Gud skapt hvalen til å leke seg med.
The last year my eyes have been fixed on the conflict in Afghanistan. About a year ago it was like I got this revelation that the peaceloving nation of Norway actually is particiapating in an awful war. How could I have not seen this before? Since then I have read a lot of books on the topic, novels as well as commentbooks or biographies. A lot of new words as pashtunwali or hazara has been added to my vocabulary, and a lot of clichès like Taliban or the Northern Alliance or Mujahedin has gotten new meanings. My heart has been broken many times of all the pain and suffering the Afghan people has had and still has to deal with.
This video gave my heart hope that this failed state one day may become a nation of peace.
Det er merkeleg er det ikkje; korleis kontrastane pregar kvardagen? Korleis me kan gå i frå å vera botnalaust fortvila og stum av maktesløyse, til å jubla og grina av glede i neste augneblunk?
Dette hender på arbeidsplassen min kvar dag; det botnlause mørkret går hand i hand med jubel og lovsong på den livsens landeveg som tenåra er.
Denne hausten har eg for første gong møtt ungdommar som ikkje ønskjer å leva lenger. Livet har vorte så vanskeleg, kvardagen så hard, hjarta så knust, sjela så øydelagt, sinnet så herja og tankane så løgnaktige.
Den eine dagen treff ein nokre som ganske enkelt ikkje vil meir, og den neste nokre som er så full av livslyst og engasjement og tilsynelatande glede at det renn over og smittar på alle rundt så geniale idèar spirar fram og det ekstraordinære er resultatet.
Tilsynelatande glede seier du, eg seier. Det seier eg.
Eg vonar ikkje det, men er redd for at det er tilsynelatande og at lidinga snart kjem snikande og striden skal stå og då kan ein velga å leggja seg ned eller å fortsetja å kjempa heilt til ein har i hende den sigeren ein allereie har vunne.
Ein gong las eg i ei bok kva som var definisjonen på god leiing:
"Å oppnå ekstraordinære resultat med eit heilt ordinært mannskap." Eg slepp heldigvis å veta om dette er sanning.
