This project seeks to bring awareness to those people who do self harm. There are many young adults in society that are suffering so much that they take razors and other sharp objects and make small incisions in their forearms. They are sometimes quoted as saying that they feel the pain to know that they are still alive. There is even mention of a cutter in the Gospel of Mark...
Mark 5:2–5

2 And when Jesus2 had stepped out of the boat, immediately there met him out of the tombs a man with an unclean spirit. 3 vHe lived among the tombs. And no one could bind him anymore, not even with a chain, 4 for he had often been bound with shackles and chains, but he wrenched the chains apart, and he broke the shackles in pieces. No one had the strength to subdue him. 5 Night and day among the tombs and on the mountains he was always crying out and cutting himself with stones.
Here we see in the Gospel of Mark that this man who was possessed by a demon, "was always crying out and cutting himself with stones." Jesus removed the demons from this man...
Mark 5:15 And they came to Jesus and saw the demon-possessed man, the one who had had the legion, sitting there, clothed and in his right mind, and they were afraid.
By placing the lines on our wrists, we are sending a message to cutters and people suffering from depression that we care.
They do have great worth.
In the picture to the left, you see as I take a marker and draw the lines on my wrist. What is my daughter thinking as she watches her father? Will this memory emblazon itself on her mind and possibly help her in the future to remember how we took a stand for others who were hurting.
They do have great worth.
In the picture to the left, you see as I take a marker and draw the lines on my wrist. What is my daughter thinking as she watches her father? Will this memory emblazon itself on her mind and possibly help her in the future to remember how we took a stand for others who were hurting.
Will she remember that she, herself, has great worth and value as a human being?
I used to know an awesome church lady who was more than happy to tell you, "God don't make no trash!" God loves each and every one of us. We are His creation and He told us to treat our bodies as though they were a temple.
People will use those words from the Bible to condemn someone who cuts, but I mention it for the same reason that God did. God, our Father, is trying to let us know that we only have this one body to carry us through this life time. If we don't take very good care of it, it will wear out before He is ready to bring us home.
So, for all of you out there that think that no one cares about you... well... we love you enough to tell you that you are wrong.
This world can be a really shitty place to be sometimes.
I'll give you that. But you have to understand that you have some power that you are not using.
It's kind of like getting bullied everyday on the way to school, but you never tell your older brother about it. Everyday, some fat kid finds you on your way to school and punches you in the mouth and takes your milk money. You come home after school and don't tell him? TELL YOUR BIG BROTHER! That bully deserves an ass kicking! Look I'm just telling you like I see it.
The same thing goes with Jesus.
The bible tells us that when we accept Jesus as our Lord and Savior, we become sons and daughters of the Lord.
That makes Jesus our BIG BROTHER.
Sometimes, when the world is serving you up a big old crap sandwich, you need to seek Big Bro Jesus on that fat kids butt. Let's see how fast his pudgy little feet will take him when he's running down the street away from our Big Bro!
Remember the guy from the bible story, "Legion." That was the name of the demon that was inside the man and making him cry and cut himself. Jesus sent Legion into a herd of pigs and they all ran off a cliff and died!
If you are feeling down and depressed and pissed at the world, God understands. Call on him before you start carving your name into the temple walls! Okay?
Keep Calm, Love God, Carry on and G.O.Y.A.!



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