November 2010
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A Breath of Fresh Air
It seems that these days that’s what everyone needs. The religious fundamentalists (of every kind, and which I used to be) need to take a break. The politicians need to give it a rest. The televisions need to be cut off. The hate needs to subside, if only for a moment; a moment long enough for us to see that we’re all the same. I’m listening to one of my favorite albums, and...
October 2010
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for grandmother
this a song that i wrote while struggling to understand the suffering my family is going through with my grandmother who has dementia. to all those who have lost someone, but have that someone still be alive, you are not alone.
so, this is how it is that’s what you tell me and want me to believe how did you expect me to behave when you told me her mind was wasting away
she always told my...
August 2009
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injustice meets the savior
there’s no need to point a finger
no need to pass the blame
let Me take off your blinders
you’ll find everyone’s the same
and I have come
to break the bonds of injustice
and i have come
to untie every yoke
and to show the oppressed and the oppressors
how to be free
share your food with the hungry
give the homeless your spare room
share your clothes with the orphans
...
June 2009
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my grandfather's song
“i can’t believe what my eyes have to see as the last of the smoldering embers die along with the place that i once called home and it looked so nice they lead us away in chains while our head were bowed down to the ground because of all the shame and our walls might be broken down but our city lives on in our hearts everyday” i remember my grandfather singing that song and of...
May 2009
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so, what do you want do be when you grow up?
i’ve been getting this a lot lately, especially since i’m still in a small, rural, unadventurous southern town. when i say small, i mean just that (less than 11,000 persons. though, roughly twenty years ago, there were almost 9,000… it’s not going anywhere, i assure you). rural- the “ideal” friday night is getting drunk down by the river or in the woods....
March 2009
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February 2009
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Lonesome Train Whistles
[i’m listening to Thursday]
A train whistle sounds on a lonesome railway
But is anyone around to hear?
Not even a conductor is near
Or a savior for another day
One cannot imagine what has happened here
Has it been far too long?
“Wake!” Say I, for it is dawn
As my friends sleep, or cower in fear
I hear the whistle weeping
Is it going to pass us by?
We were hiding...
“You guys are all into that born again thing, which is great. We need to be born...”
– Rich Mullins
first corinthians chapter eight, and other...
[original posting date- Sunday, February 8th, 2009] in this passage, paul is talking to the corinthians about meat that’s been offered to idols, and whether they should be partaking in it or not. in the end, he basically reinstates what Jesus said about putting others ahead of yourself. i’m also reminded of when Jesus told the pharisees that it’s not what goes into the body that...
but Jesus said...
[original posting date, Monday, December 22nd, 2008]
to start with, i want you to know that i’m not one of those people who will start a debate with you over theology and how yours and mine may differ. this is my point of view, and if you would like to discuss it with me, that is fine. however, please take everything i say to heart, as well as with a grain of salt. usually works out better...
how coffee brings you full circle...
[original posting date- Monday, November 24th, 2008]
On Friday, the 21st of November, I was in Atlanta with a group of kids from my Art History class. We were visiting the High Museum, which is a huge collection of art things that is full of security and non-artsy people that work there. But, getting to the point. We left to go get lunch, and I separated from the group to grab a cup of coffee....
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More Than Anything In The World
[original posting date- Saturday, January 19th, 2008]
The chilling month of December had taken it’s toll on Simon. As he lay there, the icy wind wrapping around his numb fingertips, his mind began to wander off into distant dreams of her smile, or her laugh, or the way she held his hand ever so tightly during the scary movies even though she was never...