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"It’s not about whether or not the shooter is racist.
It’s about how poor black boys are treated as problems
well before we are treated as people.”

Javon Johnson - “Cuz he’s Black” spoken word

14th Aug 2014

“Late have I loved you, beauty so old and so new: late have I loved you. And see, you were within and I was in the external world and sought you there, and in my unlovely state I plunged into those lovely created things which you made. You were with me, and I was not with you. The lovely things kept me far from you, though if they did not have their existence in you, they had no existence at all. You called and cried out loud and shattered my deafness. You were radiant and resplendent, you put to flight my blindness. You were fragrant, and I drew in my breath and now pant after you. I tasted you, and I feel but hunger and thirst for you. You touched me, and I am set on fire to attain the peace which is yours.”

— Augustine

25th Jul 2014

Confession of a Girl That’s Scared of Intimacy.

But if I’m honest, it’s clearly an insecurity of a much deeper problem.

I am fearful of truly being known by the Creator of the universe. 
I’m afraid that if I truly let Him see my faults over and over again…
That He’ll be done with me.

I know it’s false, but that’s how the enemy has been messing with me recently.

20th Jul 2014


More and more as I studying social work I’m realizing how incredibly broken and messed up humans are. This world desperately needs Jesus. 

… and I might have forgotten for a little while, but so do I.

23rd Jun 2014 | 2 Nº


현지야… 대학교 가서 배운 것 중에서 뭐가 가장 기억에 남니?


솔직히 아빠… 4년 동안 배운 것은 많은대… 기억이 하나도 안나.


항상 그렇다…
콩나물 키울때도 그래…

콩나물은 물주면 물은 흘러 나오지만
끝내 보면 콩나물은 잘아있다?

** And yes, my parents raise grow bean sprouts in the kitchen. 

1st Jun 2014

“My feelings are not God. God is God. My feelings do not define truth. God’s word defines truth. My feelings are echoes and responses to what my mind perceives. And sometimes - many times - my feelings are out of sync with the truth. When that happens - and it happens every day in some measure - I try not to bend the truth to justify my imperfect feelings, but rather, I plead with God: Purify my perceptions of your truth and transform my feelings so that they are in sync with the truth.”

— John Piper (via godmoves)

(Source: desertmanian, via sheisaloverofchrist)

4th May 2014 | 4990 Nº


FASHION: Insane Floral Fashion Illustrations by Grace Ciao

This is nuts. Meet Singaporean fashion illustrator, Grace Ciao. Her mind-blowing designs are biblically, insanely well put together using just flowers. 

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(via pagesofpen)

28th Apr 2014 | 41682 Nº

Sewol || 4.16.14

In 1871, Horatio Spafford, a prosperous lawyer and devout Presbyterian church elder and his wife, Anna, were living comfortably with their four young daughters in Chicago. In that year the great fire broke out and devastated the entire city. Two years later the family decided to vacation with friends in Europe. At the last moment Horatio was detained by business, and Anna and the girls went on ahead, sailing on the ocean liner S.S. Ville de Havre. On November 21, 1873, the liner was rammed amid ship by a British vessel and sank within minutes. Anna was picked up unconscious on a floating spar, but the four children had drowned. Nine days after the shipwreck Anna landed in Cardiff, Wales, and cabled Horatio, “Saved alone. What shall I do…” 

After receiving Anna’s telegram, Horatio immediately left Chicago to bring his wife home. On the Atlantic crossing, the captain of his ship called Horatio to his cabin to tell him that they were passing over the spot where his four daughters had perished. He wrote to Rachel, his wife’s half-sister, “On Thursday last we passed over the spot where she went down, in mid-ocean, the waters three miles deep. But I do not think of our dear ones there. They are safe, folded, the dear lambs.”

Horatio wrote this hymn, still sung today, as he passed over their watery grave.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

          It is well, with my soul,
          It is well, with my soul,
          It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

I pray that You would redeem this tragedy in Korea into songs of declaration and praise and testimonies like this one. “It is well with my soul.” To the hopeless and the grieving, would You become their hope and comfort.

24th Apr 2014 | 2 Nº

Lamb of God

"This encourages our faith; If Christ takes away the sin of the world, then why not my sin? He bore sin for us, and so bears it from us. God could have taken away sin, by taking away the sinner, as he took away sin from the old world; but here is a way of doing away sin, yet sparing the sinner, by making His Son sin, that is, a sin offering, for us.  See Jesus taking away sin, and let that cause hatred of sin, and resolutions against it. Let us not hold that fast, which the Lamb of God came to take away.

Matthew Henry

16th Feb 2014


Some nights you’re dying to stay asleep.
Some nights you’re dying in your sleep.

6th Feb 2014 | 1 Nº

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