The God of this City?

There is no one like our God
There is no one like our God

For greater things have yet to come
And greater things are still to be done in this City
Greater thing have yet to come
And greater things are still to be done in this City
~ “God of This City” by Chris Tomlin

We sing these words, we raise our hands, and we close our eyes. And it’s a great song.

But do we believe it?

Do we really believe that He is the God of this city? Do we really think that greater things have yet to come & will still be done? Continue reading

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Let It Go

The music fell around me. I knew the words. I knew I was singing along.

But I didn’t hear any of it.

It was the first night of our Young Adult Retreat. Cameron, Trevor, Tyler, & Tasha are up leading worship, but I couldn’t get into it. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the music or whatever, they were great songs, and those guys (and girl) are some of my favorite musicians.

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Life Without Revision

Well, for my New Year’s Eve post, I turned to Sleeping At Last for inspiration. Now, I return to them, to the same song, for today’s post…

the table is set and our glasses are full
though pieces go missing, may we still feel whole
we’ll build new traditions in place of the old
‘cause life without revision will silence our souls
~ “Snow” by Sleeping At Last

What an interesting thought, that last line, “Life without revision will silence our souls”. I first heard these words from my friend Cameron, when he enlisted my help in making something for a friend of his. I’d never heard the song “Snow” by Sleeping at Last before, but I instantly fell in love with it… Continue reading

Reality Is A Lovely Place

“Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn’t want to live there.”
~ “The Real World” by Owl City

I have been thinking about this quote a lot recently. What does this mean? Do I agree with it? Is this a good outlook to have on life? But in the end, I came to the conclusion that I agree with this quote.
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These are my Souvenirs

 

Here’s to the twilight
here’s to the memories
these are my souvenirs
~”Souvenirs” by Switchfoot

When you look around my room, you will find an assortment of so many random things. (seriously, ask my roommates, they’ll tell you). There’s a teddy bear, there’s poster with burnt paper, a jar of oil, an old style bullet, a can that had the side ripped open, a key, a pin to a grenade, a ship, some rocks, and I could go on and on.

Why do I have them? What is their purpose? to many people, these items are probably just a random collection of junk. But to me, every item is a memory, and more important than just a memory, it’s a memory of a person, and a life changed. Some are memories from my own life, a memory of a version of me in the past (some good, some bad). And some are memories of someone else’s life that I had the awesome chance to get to watch (and if I was really lucky, God let me play this little tiny part in).
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