Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Jesus, Urbanized

Debauchery may be a struggle for some but it was a hobby for me when I was younger. Illegally, at that. In Anaheim, CA, I used to go to a club that was practically hidden from the highway, and with shoddy security, it was easy to sneak in alcohol. If my friends and I didn't want to drink inside, we went across the street, behind the train tracks (so cliche, right?) and have a mini party until the headliner band was scheduled to play.

This is my second year living in Anaheim, and I have to pass those train tracks almost every day. When I see those train tracks, I don't just see the empty bottles of alcohol, but I see how empty I was as a teenager. Drinking isn't a sin, mind you, but for myself, I was running away in every aspect possible in my life away from God and if it meant having a few hangovers then I was happy.

The other day, I noticed an old electrical pole. It's one of the few left up in Anaheim since most of them are underground now, and it was right at the spot I loved going to. I don't believe in "signs" but I felt like this was God's way of reminding me not to cringe at the sight, not to be heavy-hearted at the things I regret doing, and most importantly to remember of His forgiveness, even if the most obscure ways.

For Disturbed Christian


"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away, behold, all things have become new." (2 Corinthians 5:17)

The pole is leaning over, old, withered and ready for the city to take it away (or the wind to blow it away) but I took a Polaroid of it, to remind me.

Jesus, Urbanized

7 comments:

  1. Beautiful story! Thanks for sharing, Diana.

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  2. Beautiful, Diana. Grace indeed!
    Awesome shots, too :)

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  3. wow I think it was a sign It looks so much like a cross....thanks for sharing that story I related to it...(was it chain reaction aka public storage? ...I used to go there)

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