Sientir's Blog

I've come to realize recently that I have a blockage in relating to Jesus/God. This has to do with some fundamental concepts of understanding, and I want to dig into them. I figured writing would be a good way of doing this, and further, that I'd like to share that writing. As this will be a record of introspection, expect this article to be very stream-of-consciousness in nature. I am planning to do some minor editing for things like grammar and clarity, but overall? I'm expecting this to be a lot like reading my thoughts—because that's what it will be! The blockage has to do with feeling like a lot of the ways I was taught/shown for relating to God are Boros, while I'm Sultai . These terms come from a game, Magic: The Gathering , and thus may not be known to a lot of you. Therefore, I'm going to write up a primer of what these terms mean. For those familiar with them, feel free to skip that primer (it'll be in the section immediately below with a title I h...

The other night as I was brushing my teeth, I found myself in prayer, as I often do. This particular night, however, I was praying specifically about the ball of amorphous anxiety I felt as a tension in my chest. The Young Adults group I'm in had just recently read the passage in Philippians 4:6-7 that directs us to pray to God about our anxieties. It had stood out to me, in the NASB translation we read, that this prayer should even include pleading. So it was that my prayer to God while I brushed my teeth was a desperate cry for revelation—I didn't even know what that ball of anxiety was about. Why was it there? What was it's source? How could I pray to God about my anxieties if I didn't even know what they were? Once I'd finished what ended up being a rather long session of brushing my teeth, God used memories of a Tweet from GlitchyReal  about writing ideas down to prompt me to pen the following: There's a certain sort of fragility that comes from being a pe...