The Worshiping Mind Unavoidable Atheism

The mind of man is plagued by an imbalance.

|From The Outflow|Aaron Blakeley

All the while atheism New age metaphysics tells with such subtle and soothing tones, “Your world is what you think it is.” You are what you make yourself. All the while atheism and humanism tells us that free will is an illusion, and we are all cast into the sea of chance and biology, which is of itself the results of chance. Then we have the constant stream of media flowing into our phones, televisions, computers and papers highlighting the constant lies and injustice that we wreak upon each other. But hey! Our world is what we make of it the product of blind chance. The mind of man is plagued by an imbalance. Reality wars with ideals and the ...

Devotion

Even though it does not actually turn faster, I am exhausted from my efforts. When I reflect, when I meditate, I plug the holes and seal the cracks. My mind organizes, and I see what it is that I have missed.

|closed eyes|Aaron Blakeley

In recent weeks the rowing of life has been slow and trying. A steady grind of always thinking I am not doing what I should be doing. I went on a relaxing camping trip and still had that sinking feeling. The feeling is like a constant nagging in the mind “you have forgotten something important.” I hate it.

The Machinations of Reality

I have heard it said, perhaps it was me that did, “Everyday is good. The question is am I good in it.”

|The Moon|Aaron Blakeley

People around me sit and talk kindly to each other with smiles and nods. They drink their coffee, some order it. My favorite coffee shop Bridge 281 happens around me Longview is happening around me, and I am happening to it. Lately, the world even my own personal one has been fraught with circumstances and decisions that break like waves. They get the white froth at the peak and then you can’t look away until they resolve on the beach. Here is the thing about waves, they never resolve, not really not ever. As long as the moon orbits the earth and the waves crash, there will always be enough energy and wind for more waves. We all so desperately ...

Category: Thoughts

Somewhere in Texas the waves still flow and they still bend the light.

Somewhere in Texas the waves still flow and they still bend the light.

|some waves and some light|Aaron Blakeley

On Sunday I watched as waves swelled towards the bank of a murky lake. As the waves began to move through tall lake grass, it revealed that the water was not murky but clear, it was beautiful. The water looked murky because of the bottom of the lake. Once it was spread thinly along the shallows, it acted as a lens bending the light and bending the grass. I sat there in the lake holding down a five-gallon bucket with a rope tied to it so my mother in law would not float away in her raft on the very windy lake. I played and talked with the two little girls, two and four, that I was in charge of. ...

Category: Thoughts

The Smallest Unit

It’s like iron blaming the gate for rusting.

|One Of The Smallest Units|Aaron Blakeley

The smallest unit is the most important piece of any physical structure. Imagine a building made of steel beams and rivets when suddenly the molecular bonds that hold the atoms together come undone, this holds true for so many things. It holds true for relationships. The smallest part of society, culture, community, and relationships is the individual. When the individual falls apart, then everything else does too.

Category: Thoughts

That Selfish Thread That Ruins

This is the only truly trustworthy metric for life success in fatherhood, career, and marriage.

|Lucid moments alone|Aaron Blakeley

I desperately want to be pleased by the mud pies and murky waters of satiated cravings rather than the infinite Glory of God’s “well done my good and faithful servant.” My reward is Christ himself; my pleasure is his embrace and the fruits of his character and spirit. This is the only truly trustworthy metric for life success in fatherhood, career, and marriage.

So You Have Something To Give

Human love is funny, you can give and give and eventually you have poured out everything you have and all that is left is the muddy silt at the bottom. The muddy silt of compliments and servitude with a veiled attitude of bitterness.

|A little R and R|Aaron Blakeley

Inspiration, clarity, something to keep you going. Human love is funny, you can give and give and eventually you have poured out everything you have and all that is left is the muddy silt at the bottom. The muddy silt of compliments and servitude with a veiled attitude of bitterness. Our love does not refill itself, in the same way, we don’t keep on going with boundless unstoppable energy without falling unconscious or needing to eat. As a parent of children who must bee viewed from a heavenly perspective, I have found that it is so critical to take care of myself as well as them. John Piper once described his morning routine as concentric circles. First, you wake and ...

What is significance?

The truth is far more glorious and full of profound, mysterious significance.

|Just a boring man|Aaron Blakeley

What is significance? Sometimes we leave such speculations to the university learned or the clergy. In today’s world, we rarely embark on the adventure of discovering anything. We feel that we have to be qualified or learned. The truth falls somewhere in between. In our adventures of discovery, we become qualified. It occurs that the decision on significance is better handled in the hands of those that would live a life outside of pure learning. I am a web developer and father, yet I write and think as often as I can. The reason for this is less so that someone might read it and I thus benefit financially or that maybe I might become famous; rather I desire to ...

Compassion Fatigue

indifference to charitable appeals on behalf of those who are suffering, experienced as a result of the frequency or number of such appeals.

|An attempt to encourage myself|Aaron Blakeley

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”607″ img_size=”large” alignment=”right” style=”vc_box_circle_2″][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Have you ever cared for someone deeply but felt that care erodes away at everything you might have given them. Deep-seated love gives way to a feeling of enviable annoyance and bitter resentment. Maybe the same things have been said with calm love but suddenly come out in frustrated yelling. Perhaps you have expectations that continually go unmet. Maybe the effort it would take to express your needs was consumed doing homework with your oldest. The homework seems always to end in tears that seep from bloodshot eyes. The kind that sting and tell deeper stories. Recently I was introduced to the phrase compassion fatigue. It is one you come into contact with during the many ...