I don't understand why we are so willing to share our joys with others, but we keep our sadness and pain to ourselves, while we suffer alone. It may be because we are afraid to face who are really our friends.
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Thoughts about life and spirituality as I see it.
Books I enjoyed reading
- A generous orthodoxy (Brian McLaren)
- All the king's men (Robert Penn Warren)
- Blue like Jazz (Donald Miller)
- Eat pray love (Elizabeth Gilbert)
- Infidel (Ayaan Hirsi Ali)
- Jesus wants to save Christians (Rob Bell)
- Searching for God knows what (Donald Miller)
- Sex God (Rob Bell)
- Simply Christian (NT Wright)
- Son of Laughter (Buecher)
- The audacity of hope (Barak Obama)
- The call to conversion Jim Wallis
- The Post-American World (Fareed Zacharia)
- The power of myth (Joseph Campbell)
- The secret life of bees (Sue Monk Kidd)
- The Shack (William Young)
- Traveling Mercies (Anne LaMott)
- Velvet Elvis (Rob Bell)
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maybe. or maybe it is because we don't know how to express what we are troubled by. or maybe it is because we feel pride that does not allow us to ask for help. or maybe... (quote is from "This is Spinal Tap.)
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