Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? <br> Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect?
You just pick up a chord, go twang, and you're got music.
Undermine their pompous authority, reject their moral standards, make anarchy and disorder your trademarks. Cause as much chaos and disruption as possible but don't let them take you ALIVE.
I was the only guy with any bit of anarchy left.
It's not really my problem if they think I'm weird.
I'll probably die by the time I reach 25. But I'll have lived the way I wanted to.
You're only half the man that I am, and I have half the brain that you do.
Being offended by things is the world's big hobby at the moment. It's almost taken over from wearing goatee beards.
Make yourself sheep and the wolves will eat you.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect?
I think God calls us to small things, to faithfulness right where we are, to just do the next thing. I was simply writing out our family stories in my online journal, scratching out what I want to remember, what I was wrestling out with God.
The plain, unvarnished truth is, that every one of us needs the accountability that comes from formal, regular, intimate relationships with other godly people.