Week 10: Comments cont.
761 words by Ravan Moret
I commented on the following people’s blogs:
Brittney Curtis
Denisa Hancock
Samantha Hicks
Valencia Johnson
Monique Lathon
Kristen Lockett
Janice McIntosh
Lien Nguyen
Ja’Meisha Pierre
Desiree’ Smith
The biblical prophets foretold what would happen in the future. They warned the people of the consequences of their actions and told them how they had displeased god. My project is very similar to the jobs of the prophets. We are both simply informing people. I am letting young adults know what the consequences to their actions will be in the future. Their actions aren’t necessarily displeasing god as with the prophets but the same ideas still apply. If you neglect your body by not eating right or not eating at all you are bound to suffer the consequences. Your body will start to deteriorate. Maybe not noticeably, as people that suffer from obesity expand not decrease, but internally they are destroying their bodies. I am, just like the prophets, predicting the outcome.
Of all the things that Job lost, he never lost his faith in God. Just about everyone living in New Orleans, including me lost everything. Some turned out to be very lucky, like the rest of my family whose belongings were safe on the second floor of my house. And then there are others like me whose entire life seemed to have washed away. Unfortunately for me I wanted to be different and I loved my own space. I therefore chose for my bedroom to be on the very first floor of my home. We got six feet of water in my house. When I returned home I saw everything that was a part of my life destroyed. The rest of my family brought garbage bags full of clothes and shoes from the house for them. I received a zip lock sandwich bag with four CD’s in it. However, only one of them played because the mold had ruined the others. For days I sat in front the television watching the news. I never watch the news because it’s always so depressing. But I stayed glued to the television for like a week. I watched people cry and beg for help that seemed like it would never come, I watched my aunt, uncle, and twelve year old cousin be pulled from atop their home in the lower ninth ward by a helicopter, and then I watched people just stare into the cameras; these were the people that had given up hope completely, the people that had accepted their faith, the people that just knew they were going to die there. For weeks after I listened to people ridicule my city, my home. I heard people call us trouble and say we didn’t know how to act, called us looters, and refugees. The last time I checked a refugee was not a citizen and we were! I heard people say that there was no point in trying to rebuild this city, it was worthless. Then I heard people say that I could go home. I spent a year in Arlington, Texas after the hurricane to finish out my senior year in high school. Its really pretty there, and very peaceful. I came back home to find boats run into windows of houses, cars piled up on top one another, and a smell that could make you sick. I don’t think I’ve seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. Job kept his faith in God because he knew it was right, although he couldn’t see him, he felt him, and that felt right. The feeling that I got when I came back home, is the same feeling I get when I wake up and go about the city. It’s unexplainable, it just feels right.
Pslams 22 is about the faith one has in God. Like Job, through all this person has been through they still have love for him. They cry for him day and night, and he not once answers them. This person is mocked and scorned by the people around him because of his belief in God. He gives credit to God for giving him life. Yet he pleads with him to remain with him through his troubles. He asks God not to be far because trouble is near and he feels that he is alone. He needs God’s help, begs him for it over and over again. He can not make it without God in his life.