Submission

No, I don't mean the sort of thing a person does with a report to a teacher in school.

Here's what I mean:
"to submit" meaning,"to accept or yield to a superior force or to the authority or will of another person."

When we were all very young, I'm guessing that there we were mostly surrounded by some form of authority - to whom we had to submit to.
I never really had a choice there.
I was born to certain set of parents , I had an older sister and  when the time came-I got to go to school, with a certain set of teachers. At home, there were obviously other people around too, such as aunts and uncles, cousins, grandparents etc.
The point is- submitting to these people was something I was expected to be doing even before I learnt that I was a Human being. Whether I did actually submit to them or not - is a totally different matter.
18 years into my life and there are a new set of "people" (family aside) that I "ought" to be submitting to.
 This concept is something anybody with an ego (which is everybody) naturally, has a problem with. For one, I had come to realize that these people I'm supposed to be 'submitting' to, were all imperfect people who didn't have a clue, mostly, themselves.

We are all a bunch of 'Know-Nothings' ourselves- so why should I "submit to" or be a "superior force" to anybody else?

  However, there is a "Know-Everything" that I know of, and His Name is God.

With the help of the Holy Spirit, I've come to see that submission is not the UGLY RACOON MONSTER I'd made it out to be in my head.
 It was something much much more than that.
The vital thing I had forgotton is that we have a choice - the key word to me, in the definition above (in purple) is "to accept". It's crazy but this little thing , made all the difference to me.
   It meant that when someone wishes to propose to you something - you don't have to accept.
It's a choice.
When God - the maker of the whole wide Universe- said that He loved me...I didn't have to accept Him. It was a choice. That's the beautifully crazy and simple thing that makes 'submission-by-choice' different from 'being-controlled-by-somebody-through-guilt-and-force'.
 The matter of choice, sort of places importance on the "not-so-superior-force" (even when they don't deserve it, as in the case of God and man).

  However, a while back- when none of this occured to me,I was just downright angry with God.
 How could this possibly be His perfect plan for my life and for peoples' lives in general?
People are Know-Nothings, they don't 'get' (understand) me.

I was literally beating my fists on surfaces, thinking "Why? Lord, Why?"
"Why give me all these ideas and strength to do ...and want me to choose to submit to somebody else? Why give me all this Power? And wish for me to not use it in any way I can?"

And then this picture pops-up in my head.
Of Jesus, being taunted- by a bunch of Know Nothings - to show them His power as He was being taken away to be crucified.
If He was really King of Jews, if He really was God in the form of man, all He had to do was show them that it was true.
But there He was, quiet as a Lamb.  

Jesus.
He might've wanted to show them - really show them who He was. I mean He could've just snapped His fingers - made the world implode in itself and then escaped in a rocket ship.



"Peace Out, Suckers!!" - But, this is not what really happened- right? 

Jesus chose to let them taunt Him to the best of their abilities. Why?
Because it's what His Father in Heaven, wanted Him to do.

Simple ain't it?

Jesus died.
He CHOSE to let them crucify Him. For us. For me.

But wait, there's more. He rose again, and defeated Death in itself. And reigns as King. As God's own Boy.

This is Proof for me, that submitting to Know-Nothings is the right thing to do if - it's what the Know-Everything wants me to do. Because there's a bigger picture, that I can't see.

And by submitting to Know - Nothings, I'm actually submitting to my favourite Know- Everything in the whole wide Universe.

Love
Jeff.

 

 

Night of Awesomesauce.

!0:55 pm : Before everything else, MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE :D. Hope you had a great December :D!

 Alrighty, So first there's something that needs to be TOLD. After years of thinking about it, I finally got around to sitting and writing the first draft of an actual novel, in under a month. Thanks to NaNoWriMo(National Novel Writing Month-November. Check out the Nanowrimo website, you know, if you're bored.)
SO, the point of my telling you this, is that for the past month, (December) I've been working (extremely slowly) on turning my draft 1 into a draft 2. And thanks to my super-awesome-procrastination-skills, I-I haven't really gotten that far =I. I've re-done about 12 out of like 33 or 34 chapters, not so sure of the final number. And well, that sucks. AND SO, I've decided to to do as much as possible, by staying awake tonight. o.o. And I've decided to ramble here, as the time passes, so you'll get to see first hand, how things go. If I fail miserably at this, you'll be the first to know :D. It's worth a shot, yeah?
(btw, I have done this before, staying up all night to get things done. But I haven't recorded it before, AND I HAVEN'T DONE IT ACROSS TWO YEARS EITHER. so that's pretty awesome.) Going to start now, see yous real soon! IT'S NOW OR NEVER. (warning: slight insanity might prevail)

11:05 pm : probably not the best plan to keep my facebook page open. closing them. goodbye, facebook.
11:15 pm : Dad and sister are leaving to a mall close-by. Speaking of my dad, did I mention that because of the new year and everything, he decided it was time to experiment on his looks- and so he shaved off his moustache. My sister and I practically shrieked (no joke) for about the first 5 minutes, after we saw him in his "new look". Don't worry, he's lived with us for quite some time now, he's used to it-he didn't ,like, get defensive or anything, just observed it as normal behavior and moved on. I wanted to draw on a moustache on myself as protest- but then I didn't really see the point, so I didn't do it. OKAY. enough about my dad and his lack of a moustache, back to work.
11:30 pm : Gosh, it's so quiet. need music. Going to play a lot of Taylor Swift songs. I listen to her a lot while I write. I think she's pretty awesome.(no, I don't want to know what you think about my music choices)
11:35 pm: Just thought of all the projects that need completion in college. *shudder* 

11:45 pm: Today was a fairytale- Taylor swift C: 

11:54 pm : Dad and sister are back. IT'S ALMOST MIDNIGHT. My grandmum is suggesting resolutions for me. Interesting.

YAY!
:D 

12: 00 am : aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! IT'S 2012*updates facebook status* *starts throwing confetti in the air* HAPPY NEW YEAR : D (fireworks are going off outside :D :D)

12:05 am: Gosh, this was supposed to go so well. Things were supposed to go flying, into the skies. Unfortunately, it's dragging along a little too slowly. And... AARGH. 

12:25 am: *turns around to ask dad to turn down the TV's volume,stares at his moustache-less face,says nothing and turns back*
12:30 am: I am a lean mean editing machine. (obviously, I now deserve a facebook break.) 

12:45 am: Facebook.Must.Close. ( it's so LOUD AND NOISY OUTSIDE.)
12:50 am: Change- Taylor Swift :) 

12:55 am: Trying to get my dad to go to bed, so there will be silence. *starts waving hands saying"go to sleeep"*
1:05 am: Just walked in on my sister reading DRAFT 1. She know's she's not supposed to...why would she do this to me? When she could read the EDITED draft 2 (oh yea, 'cause I've been taking too long doing the editing...) I know you think I'm over-reacting. But seriously. OKAY, you want to know why? It's because Draft 1 has sentences like : Across the room was 15-year old Meena still slept soundly. 

There. now you know. *gets back to editing furiously* *wonders why family members are not going bed as usual*
1:23 am: Twinkly christmas tree lights. And Taylor Swift. 

1:36 am: my sister just sat down and started talking to me about the parts of the story she had just read. She noticed that I had written in parts of her character into parts of a character in the book. (I guess she's happy 'cause it's a pretty main character who gets to do cool stuff.) Oh and she also mentioned that if the ending sucked she was going to beat me up. she was kidding. ( i think. )
2:05 am: moving on to the jonas brothers now. Lacrymal glands don't fail me now! :/

2:30 am: I don't think it's natural for a person to sit around in one place for so long. Getting sort of hungry too. ..I recall that some of the resolutions that my grandmother had suggested included, starting to go to bed on time and waking up early.*coughcough*
2:55am: lip-syncing to Best of Both worlds- Hannah Montana. Oh/my/gosh/

flibbit

3:03 am: everything's okay. i've reached chapter 18, in case you were wondering. everything's just peachy.
3:40 am: .. . 

4:05 am: that wraps up for today I think :) I can't think very well right now, so no more staying up.
And if you've read until here...wow. good job :D

i know it's a long post, but it's been a long night. but awesome nonetheless. good night guys. have an amazing year C: