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Wish I were with you

I couldn't stay
Every direction
Leads me away
Pray for tomorrow
But for today

All I want is to be home

Stand in the mirror
You look the same
Just lookin' for shelter
From cold and the pain
Someone to cover
Safe from the rain

All I want is to be home

Echoes and silence

Patience and grace
All of these moments
I'll never replace
No fear of my heart
Absence of faith

All I want is to be home
Ooh

All I want is to be home

People I've loved
I have no regrets
Some I remember
Some I forget
Some of them living
Some of them dead

All I want is to be home

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Muse Knights Of Cydonia - A Capella

Amazing, but kinda pathetic too...



In Case you need to hear the orginal, click here

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Now This, Is a Water Slide!

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One-Hour Lifestyles

I came across this journal entry today and found that there was a lot to be learned from this experience of mine, so I decided I wanted to share it with you.

9/18/2006

I had the unnerving pleasure of developing some film today for a woman who had recently lost her newborn baby. Being the only one working and utterly swamped, I approached the counter to help two women when I was handed a letter. The woman said the letter was to go with the roll of film and I was supposed to read it. After taking the roll of film to the back I continued working frantically to keep up. With orders slowly slipping past the one hour mark, I was forced to tell people it would take more than an hour. I finally got to the woman’s film and read the letter. I was told to be very careful with the film for these would be the only memories this woman would have of her lost child. I put the film through the processor and continued working.

The mother of this child must have overheard me telling customers that it would take longer than an hour and approached me at the counter. She was wondering if her order was going to be late and she said she needed them as soon as possible. She had to go out of town to the funeral and she had little time. As she was listing off why her time was short, she started to tear up. She was talking to me as if I was part of her current circumstances. We were looking at each other and for a moment I felt as if I was an element of it; a character in this part of her story. I said I would do everything I could to get hers done on time.

It was hard to scan those photos. It was hard to look at the loss, what most have been the greatest of failures in this woman’s eyes; maybe not her failure, but the malfunction of life. I don’t know what it’s like to loose something so cherished, but there in front of me was someone’s contribution to this world and their own life, captured only in a photograph. I didn’t know how to feel about this. Maybe I should have felt sorry for her and the cards that were dealt. Maybe I should have felt foolish for being so emotionless when I asked if she wanted doubles or a CD with these pictures, not knowing what they were of. Perhaps I should feel like a hero for completing her order on time and trying to give her a look and a smile that conveyed sentiment as I handed her the pictures. All of these are not what this is about.

We all try so hard to distance ourselves from loss and failure, so as to make ourselves feel like it can’t happen to us. Our desire to make it through another day unscathed by problems is enough to put other people’s dilemmas on a shelf. For a moment, after sending this mother on her way, I didn’t feel anything. After thinking about it for a little bit, I didn’t believe it right to feel bad for her or to feel pity, because how can you share those feelings with someone without making them more aware of the hurt? Did God cry when this happened? Did he hug his own son and resent the world he created for an moment? Did He even ask, “Why?”

God hates sin, he loathes it. Whose sin was it that caused this child to die? It doesn’t matter. God does not delight in sin and thus he does not make sin befall anyone. So we have to ask ourselves, are we with God against sin or are we against God because of what he has “done” to us?

I have a great respect for this mother, which in my heart she will always be, because her life will be filled with many complicated questions to triumph over. I can only hope and pray, that as each day passes in her life, she will find the strength to press on, knowing that one day she will see her child again and she will call her, mother.

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WWJD?

Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

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Shadow Dancer

My Brothers Friends...

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Remind me again who this is about?

Lately I have been studying a lot about what church should look and feel like. I've been reading a lot of books and blog entries from people who have a certain view and I find one reoccurring trait that is having a hard time taking hold. Summed up in a word, it's selflessness. Being part of a nation that makes you believe you can be who and what you want to be, only encourages us to take that same mindset into church. There are three words that don't belong in church if used in a selfish manner.


1. Disdain:

1. to look upon or treat with contempt; despise; scorn.
2. To think unworthy of notice, response, etc.; consider beneath oneself:
“to disdain replying to an insult.”

To think of anyone or any particular issue with disdain is to put yourself in a place of control above it and its relevance. Followers of Christ are to lead by example and doing so makes you no better than anyone else. When has contempt, despise or scorn ever fit into what Christ calls you to be or how he wants you to treat others? This sort of feeling arises from the individual arrogance that “I am who the church is serving and they had better realize that, for my sake.”

Philippians 2:3 Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves.

2. Offended:
1. to irritate, annoy, or anger; cause resentful displeasure in:
“Even the hint of prejudice offends me.”
2. to affect (the sense, taste, etc.) disagreeably.
3. to violate or transgress (a criminal, religious, or moral law).
4. to cause resentful displeasure; irritate, annoy, or anger:
“a remark so thoughtless it can only offend.”

Let me first say, that if something in church could be considered offensive, someone should bring it to the attention of the leadership team in a reasonable manner. The problem with this word though, is that it is used far too often as an avenue to create change, show influence or create a position within a group of people. The issue, however, isn't about something being offensive, but whether or not it is used as an opportunity to “be someone”. More often than not, someones threshold for being offended by something is in direct relation to their original intentions for being involved with a church group. If you come to church to be served or gain something for yourself, don't be surprised when you are angry or upset, because you are not being served in the way you think you should. This mindset was never Christs intention for the church or the people who attend it.

Proverbs 18:1-2 An unfriendly man pursues selfish ends; he defies all sound judgment. A fool finds no pleasure in understanding but delights in airing his own opinions.

3. Apathy:
1. absence or suppression of passion, emotion, or excitement.
2. lack of interest in or concern for things that others find moving or exciting.

Church needs to be a place of excitement and movement! If you lack that or despise that, it's is time to check out of church and into a hospice. It says in 1 Corinthians 3:16 - “Don't you know that you yourselves are God's temple and that God's Spirit lives in you?” Back in the times of the Old Testament, the temple was where people went to see God, it was a physical manifestation of God on this earth. In this passage, Paul is saying we are to be that temple. Is your church/temple full of apathetic people? If so, is that what you want people to see God as when they come to your church?


It's time to stop being selfish and thinking about ourselves, but to realize true joy comes from serving together, as a community, built to show God's love. It's not about us and I hope you can stand with me in saying, I'm willing to sacrifice my own desires and ideals to see Gods kingdom glorified and the world we live in impacted daily.

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Balance Beam



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