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bgospelm: You’re not a real man. Truth

Sat, 27 Oct 2012 10:01:24 -0700

bgospelm:

You’re not a real man.

Truth

"Standing knee-deep in cold water, swiftly moving Somehow I knew I lost something. Wading waist-deep..."

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 20:50:48 -0800

“

Standing knee-deep in cold water, swiftly moving
Somehow I knew I lost something.

Wading waist-deep I saw a book there, in the river
Waiting for me to find it there.
I tried to read it, neck deep, treading water
The tide pulled me out to sea.

Then with water in my eyes
The words began to rise from their place.
They were beautiful and dread,
I reached for them and fed on each phrase.
They were honey on my lips
Then a bitter twist in my side.
I knew they’d lay me in my grave.
“Is there no one who could save me? ” I cried.

Sinking down deep through cold water and heavy silence,
Shadows stirring in the gloom.
What things lay sleeping down deep in the darkness?
Woke then to find me in my tomb.

Then with water in my eyes
The words began to rise from their place.
They were beautiful and dread
I reached for them and fed on each phrase.
They were honey on my lips
Then a bitter twist in my side.
I knew they’d lay me in my grave.
“Is there no one who could save me? ” I cried.

And when I lost all hope to look
Someone took that heavy book from my hands.
All it’s weight they set aside
After they had satisfied it’s demands.
I felt white and black reverse
And the lifting of a curse from my heart.
Then like one receiving sight
I beheld a brilliant light in the dark.

”

- Thrice- “Words in the Water”

"Let go of everything! What is it that you are holding on to? What will it matter when every History..."

Mon, 06 Feb 2012 18:29:00 -0800

“

Let go of everything!

What is it that you are holding on to?
What will it matter when every
History book is consumed in the flames?
Soon it will be like you never existed,
Not a single soul will remember your name!

Everyone is flawed,
Everyone has a story to tell.
But every story has an ending,
So stop acting like there won’t be one!

(These bones are only, only temporary.
(Let go of all you know.)
You’re on your own, you’re not alone.
You’ll never be alone.)

These bones are temporary,
Let go of all you know.
(Let go of all you know.)
The destination lies ahead
And we are not alone.
We are not alone!

Forget then, live right now.
Everything rides on tomorrow.
When that day comes will you hear
“We’ll done, well done.”?

Your eternity is worth so much
More than their opinions of you.
Defined by not where you’ve been,
Knowing that you’ll be made new!

(These bones are only, only temporary.
(Let go of all you know.)
You’re on your own, you’re not alone.
You’ll never be alone.)

These bones are temporary,
Let go of all you know.
(Let go of all you know.)
The destination lies ahead
And we are not alone.
We are not alone!

(I can’t say the past
Will never get in the way.
Just remember,
All things come and go,
But they don’t mean a thing.
It’s not about what you have now,
It’s what you have in store.)

(Let go.
The destination lies ahead
And we are not alone.)
(It’s not about what you have now,
What do you have in store?)

”

- Memphis May Fire- The Redeemed

"‘If God were good, He would wish to make His creatures perfectly happy, and if God were..."

Sun, 05 Feb 2012 13:30:51 -0800

“‘If God were good, He would wish to make His creatures perfectly happy, and if God were almighty He would be able to do what He wished. But the creatures are not happy. Therefore God lacks either goodness, or power, or both.’ This is the problem of pain in its simplest form.”

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Sun, 05 Feb 2012 13:16:58 -0800

"Remember that, as I said, the right direction leads not only to peace but to knowledge. When a man..."

Sat, 10 Dec 2011 10:11:25 -0800

“Remember that, as I said, the right direction leads not only to peace but to knowledge.
When a man is getting better he understands more and more clearly the evil that is still left in him. When a man is getting worse, he understands his own badness less and less. A moderately bad man knows he is not very good: a thoroughly bad man thinks he is all right. This is common sense, really. You understand sleep when you are awake, not while you are sleeping. You can see mistakes in arithmetic when your mind is working properly: while you are making them you cannot see them. You can understand the nature of drunkenness when you are sober, not when you are drunk. Good
people know about both good and evil: bad people do not know about either.”

- C.S. Lewis

A Stick, A Carrot, and A String: My Favorite Christmas Song

Tue, 29 Nov 2011 17:07:02 -0800

My favorite Christmas song that isn’t a “christmas” song:

The Horse’s hay beneath His head; our Lord was born to a manger bed, that all whose wells run dry could drink of His supply.
To keep Him warm the Sheep drew near, so grateful for His coming here: “You’ve come with news of Grace, come to take my place!”

The Donkey whispered in His ear, “Child, in thirty-some-odd years, You’ll ride someone who looks like me, untriumphantly.”

While the Cardinals warbled a joyful song: “He’ll make right what man made wrong, bringing low the hills, that the valleys might be filled!”

Then “Child,” asked the birds, “well, aren’t they lovely words we sing?”
The tiny Baby lay there without saying anything.

At a distance stood a mangy Goat with crooked teeth and a matted coat, weary eyes and worn, chipped & twisted horns.
Thinking: “Maybe I’ll make friends some day with the cows in the pens and the Rambouillet, but for now I’ll keep away - I got nothin’ smart to say.”

But there’s a sign on the barn in the cabbage town: “WHEN THE RAIN PICKS UP AND THE SUN GOES DOWN, SINNERS, COME INSIDE!
WITH NO MONEY, COME AND BUY.
NO CLEVER TALK NOR GIFT TO BRING REQUIRES OUR LOWLY, LOVELY KING.
COME YOU EMPTY-HANDED, YOU DON’T NEED ANYTHING.”

And the night was cool and clear as glass with the sneaking Snake in the garden grass, as Deep cried out to Deep; the Disciples fast asleep.
And the snake perked up when he heard You ask: “if You’re willing that this cup might pass, We could find our way back home, maybe start a family all Our own…but does not the Father guide the Son?
Not my will but Yours be done!
What else here to do?
What else Me but You?”

And the Snake who’d held the world, a stick, a carrot and a string, was crushed beneath the Foot of Your not-wanting-anything.

by mewithoutYou.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNdC7oDEQac

"I’m trying not to confuse being used with giving all I am. But being used and giving everything I..."

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 10:53:54 -0800

“

I’m trying not to confuse being used with giving all I am.
But being used and giving everything I have are all I am.
So I’ll build a bridge with hollow bones, filled with hollow teeth
inside a hollow heart, with the insides carved
and let the blood in these veins freeze.
Let the water in these veins freeze and break and flood the dam.
We are all we have, this is all we need, hold on it may never end.
And I might have to drink my teeth again if I wash up on the coast.
So I’ll build a bridge with all that’s left, & not make any more new ghosts.

Show me your life, wide and bright, I hope that patience fills the seams.
Keep what’s inside dry and right, you arch the frame I’ll span the beams.
Our lives are a bridge for us to give and I want to build a better bridge
from every wrong we’ve done to each other. If I forgive will you forgive?

”

- Listener- “Building Better Bridges”

"In religion, as in war and everything else, comfort is the one thing you cannot get by looking for..."

Wed, 16 Nov 2011 11:25:30 -0800

“In religion, as in war and everything else, comfort is the one thing you cannot get by looking for it. If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort uphill not get either comfort or truth—only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin with and,in the end, despair.”

- C.S. Lewis

listenernews: Listener, Falling in love with Glaciers. i wish...

Sun, 23 Oct 2011 08:00:06 -0700

listenernews:

Listener, Falling in love with Glaciers.

i wish i were this creative.

Lesson of the Year

Fri, 21 Oct 2011 19:20:45 -0700

Being mad at the past won’t change a damn thing about it. Even more important: remaining angry at someone who has hurt you in the past and continues to do so won’t stop them from doing whatever it was that hurt you. That person is not going to change— they will neither stop nor start doin what you wish they would stop or start—because of your anger. Be hurt. Be mad. Tell that person what they did to hurt you, forgive (wether they ask for it or not), and then let it be. That is not to say that they won’t see the error and decide to change on their own (but those cases are very few n far between). However, don’t think for a moment that your bitterness is going to fix anything. It’s like trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing gum.

"The Farmer drove his tractor where the soil had been tilled, planting Corn in rank and file from the..."

Sun, 21 Aug 2011 11:14:39 -0700

“

The Farmer drove his tractor where the soil had been tilled, planting Corn in rank and file from the silo to the lumber mill.
He rode along in silence as he looked out past the Honeysuckle field, watched the water turn, turn the waterwheel.
Started thinking about his daughter with affection, her reaction of disdain the day he replaced the blue Hydrangea with the climbing frame, while her disappointed Sister looked on, quiet as the snow, knowing well that those who know don’t talk and those who talk don’t know.
But she couldn’t help but sing!
She couldn’t help but sing!
Oh, she couldn’t help but sing!
She couldn’t help but sing!
She tried and couldn’t help but sing!
She couldn’t help but sing!
Oh, she couldn’t help but sing!
She couldn’t help but sing!

The Tortoise in the wheelchair wrapped his forehead in a bandage, with a cast they made from plaster for his phony broken leg so he’d get pushed around the sidewalk by the Zookeeper’s assistant, with the Hummingbird observing from behind a yellow Flower, and he flapped his tiny wings, they moved so fast you couldn’t see them, with resentment for the Tortoise, which was clear by his expression.
But the Tortoise turned and smiled with a Peacefulness which proved that there’s a movement in our stillness and however much we move we’re bound to stand completely still.
We stand completely still.
We all stand completely still.
We stand completely still.
Let’s all stand completely still!
Let’s stand completely still!
Let’s all stand completely still!
Let’s stand completely still!

Come, Tortoise, standing still — go, Hummingbird, my will
Come, Tortoise, stumbling blind — go, Hummingbird, my eyes
Come Tortoise, empty hands — go, Hummingbird, my plan
Come Tortoise undefined — go, Hummingbird, my mind
Come, Tortoise, letting go — go, Hummingbird, ‘I know’
Come, Tortoise, come and die — go, Hummingbird, my I
Oh… goodbye, I! Goodbye, I! Bye, bye, bye

”

- “Goodbye, I”-mewithoutYou

"my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north, stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray..."

Sun, 17 Jul 2011 10:56:35 -0700

“my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,
stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it won’t won’t, at least I don’t believe it will…
so I’ve built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.
don’t let these waves wash away your hopes.
this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors;
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors…”

- Wooden Heart - Listener

"Well I can see the words inside your silence, but I can’t speak about your pain for you. How..."

Tue, 14 Jun 2011 23:06:00 -0700

“

Well I can see the words inside your silence,
but I can’t speak about your pain for you.
How long can you burn for, anyways?
Turning over and back again with tongues ablaze.

Like lions without teeth…hungry…
staring at the forest with flames in our eyes talking with the trees.

If we can drift long enough, we’ll be home.
Sails blown by the fire within pushing me to you.
And you can live inside of me, sewn together;
breaking and healing, growing and breaking again and again.
You are a part of me, you are my home and I’m your home,
but I’m no place you’ll want to be.

So I’m out here again sparks hid behind my teeth.
I won’t say a word for fear of failure spreading.
It takes some of us longer to get to our dead ends.

We have old blood, stained with loose living
ran through charcoal hearts to make it red.
And we can be on fire again you and I.
Do you want this? well say what you want….SAY WHAT YOU MEAN!

We can talk lung to closed ear, head inside of hand,
turning over again together,
cut up for the cheap heat running through our veins.

And we can lay brick by broken brick,
our ashes pushed in between,
and build this road back home to where we want to be.

We are not our own, we are the same.

”

- Dan Smith of Listener on “David De La Hoz”- The Chariot

"‘Let That Be Enough’ I wish I had what I needed To be on my own ‘Cause I feel so..."

Thu, 02 Jun 2011 09:39:38 -0700

“

‘Let That Be Enough’
I wish I had what I needed
To be on my own
‘Cause I feel so defeated
And I’m feeling alone

And it all seems so helpless
And I have no plans
I’m a plane in the sunset
With nowhere to land

And all I see
It could never make me happy
And all my sand castles
Spend their time collapsing

Let me know that You hear me
Let me know Your touch
Let me know that You love me
And let that be enough

It’s my birthday tomorrow
No one here could know
I was born this Thursday
22 years ago

And I feel stuck
Watching history repeating
Yeah, who am I?
Just a kid who knows he’s needy

Let me know that You hear me
Let me know Your touch
Let me know that You love me
And let that be enough

”

- Switchfoot

"These hands were strong once, they held my head and what’s inside I tried to train them to stop the..."

Thu, 26 May 2011 11:26:33 -0700

“These hands were strong once, they held my head and what’s inside
I tried to train them to stop the shaking, but they wouldn’t listen to these lies
there’s something out there I promise, it’s coming for all of us
and it is evil, and I have seen it, it takes life and devours trust
it’s bad when I close them worse with my eyes open. I see it if I sleep
so I keep my mind blank, and think of bravery, change and hope but I’m so weak”

- listener

i wanna be him when i grow up (Jon Kindler of The Chariot)

Sun, 22 May 2011 20:24:32 -0700

i wanna be him when i grow up (Jon Kindler of The Chariot)

"Do what they will, then, we remain conscious of a desire which no natural happiness will satisfy...."

Wed, 18 May 2011 09:30:03 -0700

“Do what they will, then, we remain
conscious of a desire which no natural
happiness will satisfy. But is there any
reason to suppose that reality offers any
satisfaction to it? “Nor does the being
hungry prove that we have bread.” But I
think it may be urged that this misses the
point. A man’s physical hunger does not
prove that that man will get any bread; he
may die of starvation on a raft in the
Atlantic. But surely a man’s hunger does
prove that he comes of a race which repairs
its body by eating and inhabits a world
where eatable substances exist. In the same
way, though I do not believe (I wish I did)
that my desire for Paradise proves that I
shall enjoy it, I think it a pretty good
indication that such a thing exists and that
some men will. A man may love a woman
and not win her; but it would be very odd
if the phenomenon called “falling in love”
occurred in a sexless world.”

- C.S. Lewis- “The Weight of Glory”

"I’ve never gathered figs from a thorny branch, I’ve never picked a grapefruit off a..."

Fri, 13 May 2011 14:06:22 -0700

“I’ve never gathered figs from a thorny branch,
I’ve never picked a grapefruit off a bramble bush
and for the past five… almost six years now
you know you haven’t once looked at me
with kindness in your eyes.
And you say Judas is a brother of mine?
Oh but sister in our darkness a light shines
and all I ever want to say for the rest of my life
is how that light is God,
and though I’ve been mistaken on this or that point,
that light is still God.”

- “O Porcupine”- mewithoutYou

"And they sing for us, but we don’t want to hear it. They watch over us, and we hide our own..."

Thu, 05 May 2011 08:35:44 -0700

“And they sing for us, but we don’t want to hear it. They watch over us, and we hide our own spirit. Well they do it all for love just to keep us brand new. It’s the music that the angels do. Oh they sing for us, but all we seem to do is hide. They watch out for us, and we keep it all inside. See they do it for love, even though we’re all used. It’s the music that the angels do.”

- Music that the Angels Do- Listener