musical chairs with your exit signs

this has so much of my heart in it, I watched it a few times to absorb it all. it's brilliant, so I hope you'll do the same.



this poem is subtitled (Hope is Not a Course of Action).
and don't you know, I wish I could argue.

but if taking action means leaving hope, then I'll make the trade.

God is good God is good God is good, darling.
God is good God is good God is good.

Sharp

hunker down, child
the earth at your heels
digs for answers, calling
your head to sky
tears to ground
head to sky
tearing the sky

wings stretch wider
than the smile God weeps for taking
heels push further
than the wounds I wish were faking
love goes deeper
than the leaps and bounds we're making

don't let the world bend your wings
don't let the fear play your strings
don't let the dark steal your dreams

you and I, girl, we hold the fire
don't-let-Satan-blow-it-out
don't-let-people-throw-you-down
don't-let-heartbreak-say-you're-found

the earth will bend
spring up around you
like pieces to mend
and I'll be there to see you again,
my lovely friend
to see you again, my friend.

Tükin It

If you had told me, after receiving my first ever blog comment here on April 5, 2007, that Stephen and his best friend would be walking with me to Central Park's Strawberry Fields in honor of the 30th anniversary of John Lennon's death on December 8, 2010, I would have... furrowed my brow and chuckled.

But I suppose stranger things have happened :)

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ONE WEEK!

God Moving Over the Face of the Daughters

^*Waters, hehe. But my version of the title is still applicable, and when I think of it that way when I listen to it, it makes even more sense. Also, if you've ever heard it (Moby's the artist), you may recognize that the base chords are the same ones used in the resolution music in Inception. And yes, the chords make me teary-eyed in both venues.

By the way, I did mean "base" and not "bass." I'm still a homonym whiz--don't you fret!

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Soooo I didn't make it over to the park this morning. My workload is quite ridonkulous; I feel the need to skip church, if that gives you any idea. I will still find time to write today, and I hope you're excited! Because your expectance is the only thing holding me accountable. That and I'm worried about how complacent I've been with not writing.

Oh, I never told you how I recognized my complacency. I was sitting in church during worship and heard clear as day, "Why aren't you writing?" It wasn't audible... I haven't had that privilege yet, but it did hit me like a sack of flour. Why aren't I writing? Why aren't I exercising the one God-given skill I phrase as "God-given" because of the dire purpose and calling it has cemented in me? So yeah. One of those "Good question, God"s. Go figure?

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Reading The God I Don't Understand: Reflections on Tough Questions of Faith by Christopher J. H. Wright for a book review for Old Testament Literature. It ties right into the Problem of Evil lecture Professor Rabinowitz (messianic Jews for the win) gave on Tuesday. I'm really enjoying it.

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I don't care if you have as much protein as an egg, GoLean Kashi cereal. You still taste like tree bark.

Happy Sunday, lovely people! And hey, lest you forget: God is good God is good God is good.