How He Loves …

2 July 09 at 10:23 am | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment

I was going to hold out and not buy the new single from David Crowder Band. Get it when the whole album comes out in September, I thought. Then I heard it here.

So much for holding out …

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Watching Life After People

26 June 09 at 11:40 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment

Life After People, if you've never seen it, is a History Channel program which documents what happens to all the creations of humanity if humanity were to suddenly disappear.
The program is at this moment documenting the potential for the destruction of the Golden Gate bridge, the Mona Lisa and the Declaration of Independence. On the last episode, I saw the Space Needle crash to the ground and New Orleans be reclaimed by the Mississippi delta.
The single constant among all of the above is that without humans to keep nature in check these achievements of technology, architecture, art and thought will vanish, brought down by something as simple as moths, mold, trees and rust.

While the show's premise indicates a differing view from my own theology - that is, the Bible does not offer a scenario in which the entire human race simultaneously disappears from the earth - it nonetheless reminds me of what is essential. What we build, what we think and what we create will not last. If we put our hope in these transient pursuits, we will be bitterly disappointed in the end. There's only One in whom we can put our hope and know our treasures will last. He is the One who told us: 
"Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroy and where thieves do not break in and steal." (Matthew 6:19-20)

Trying Posterous again with another random photo.

26 June 09 at 6:38 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment

Write anywhere …

9 February 09 at 4:43 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment

I nearly forgot that Coldplay was supposed to be on 60 Minutes last night. Granted, most of the time, I forget 60 Minutes is still on television! In any case, I caught the last half of the interview and learned something … for the umpteenth billionth time.

Posts to the blog have been few and far between since I’ve started doing the Twitter thing. Twitter is so easy. Think it. Type it. Post it. Done. Into my brain, out of my brain in three easy steps.

Blogging is so much a different animal, requiring more thought, more effort in composition and more time. I can’t begin to enumerate how many times over the past couple of weeks a nugget of a post has popped into my brain. During my drive to work (pick a job, either job), I can usually map out the post in my head and even come up with a few nicely-crafted lines. Then, I hit the door. Whatever or whoever is at my desk or on my computer wins the day and the nicely-crafted lines are long gone.

What, pray tell, does this have to do with Coldplay? In the interview, Chris Martin reveals that he writes even the briefest of thoughts onto whatever is handy — even the piano! When he is finished, he just repaints the piano.

Write it down. I need to do that — not just for blog posts, but for youth group ideas and any other creative thoughts that cross my path. I need to write it down before it gets sucked into the vortex of the mundane. Sometimes I wonder how much more productive and/or creative I could be if I did something so simple as writing things down or recording them on my cell phone or something.

I’m not going to write anything as good as Viva La Vida, but you never know …

On the Bookshelf: Rex

30 January 09 at 5:27 pm | In Books | Leave a Comment

Cathleen Lewis’ son, Rex, is a bundle of contradictions. Severely disabled, he is a music prodigy. Blind, yet he can see scores of music yet unwritten. In the telling the story of her son’s — and indeed her own journey —  Lewis guides the reader into a vortex of devastating diagnoses and breathtaking accomplishments, heartbreaking setbacks and triumphant milestones. Lewis deftly takes the reader into the meeting room where teachers and administrators are deciding her son’s educational fate or to the side of a tiny piano where his musical genius is first unleashed or to any one of a lifetime of vignettes that bring the reader into the lives of two remarkable people. Her writing style often foreshadows developments in the story without blatantly telling the reader what will happen next, often propelling the reader forward to discover the outcome as quickly as possible. In the end, it is a story of motherly love, faith and devotion that reminds us that the broken and the beautiful can, and often do, exist in the same body.

See a video about Rex on the book page at Amazon.

Hello Love .. Live

23 January 09 at 6:27 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment

hl0122091903Why Hershey? I haven’t the foggiest idea why the sixsteps gang picked little ol’ Hershey as the starting point for the Hello Love tour, but I’ll take it!

Let’s start with Israel and New Breed. In a set lasting less than an hour, I learned three things (probably more, but let’s just go with these):

1. If all you know about Israel and New Breed is Friend of God, you don’t know enough. You need to go to the web site or one of their social networking sites and listen to more (i.e. their Virb page).

2. Israel is himself an eloquent pro-life message.

3. To paraphrase Chris Tomlin, you might think you’re cool but then you see Israel …

hl0122092008Tomlin kicked off his end of the evening with Sing, Sing, Sing and Your Grace Is Enough. Beyond that, I lose track of the order. Despite the few photos I took, I was there for the worship so I don’t remember exactly what songs were done in what order. All the same, I do remember that Tomlin brought a taste of the Passion World Tour to his leading of How Great Is Our God, singing the chorus in a couple of languages while reminding us that there is one God who is over all. He also led the gathering in what have become standards — Amazing Grace (My Chains Are Gone), Forever — as well as songs from the Hello Love CD including God Almighty and the favorite from recent Passion events, God of This City.

Christy Nockels came along for the ride, singing a song from her upcoming sixsteps debut CD, Life Light Up. If that was a taste of what is to come, I can’t wait until the CD comes out in June.

For me, the interlude during which Tomlin talked about onemillioncan.com was much, much more than a break in the singing or a plea to assist in a cause. He recalled the challenges set before the college students at Passion 07 and the overwhelming response to that challenge which ultimately gave birth to onemillioncan. For a few precious moments,hl01220921471 I remembered standing in the Georgia World Congress Center hearing the challenges set before the students and then being privileged to see the celebration when the challenge had been more than met.

From that interlude, the band went into my favorite track from the new CD, I Will Rise. Everyone had taken their seats during the presentation of onemillioncan. I was ready to jump up at the first chord, but managed to contain myself until the bridge:

And I hear the voice of many angels sing,
“Worthy is the Lamb”
And I hear the cry of every longing heart,
“Worthy is the Lamb”

Israel rejoined Chris for the final song of the evening, leaving us, appropriately, with the words, “all the way my Savior leads me.”

A night in Uganda …

16 January 09 at 6:48 pm | In Concerts | Leave a Comment

Uganda came to me last night. All I had to do was venture out in a cold, Pennsylvania night to be transported there.

A local school invited the Watoto Children’s Choir to perform in its gym/cafeteria. Truth be told, the announcement of the concert in the local newspaper would likely have not caught my attention had it not been for two things. The first was Passion::Kampala last May when the Passion crew led about 20,000 students in an evening and day of praise to the God of us all. They were joined that day by the Watoto Children’s Choir and were kind enough to post a clip on their MySpace. The second was the release of Chris Tomlin’s Hello Love album which featured the choir on the track, Love. The video of that song as performed in Kampala is below.

Given that albeit limited background, I headed out to the school at a time that I thought would be early enough to get a decent seat.

Wrong.

I arrived a good 20-30 minutes before the concert, was greeted first by a student at the school and then by a smiling young Ugandan who handed me a brochure. Then I walked into an already packed gym where there were no chairs to be found.

I took my spot along the wall, settling into a moderately comfortable position as the introductory video began to roll. First black and white images of children talking about the lives they led before Watoto; then color images of the same children talking about the hope they found in Christ through the efforts of Watoto.

Then came the kids… and the drums … and the dancing. It was probably the fastest 90 minutes of my life. Beyond the music, there are two images that are now burned into my memory from the evening.

As the soaring, clear voice of a boy of about 10,  sang the song, African Lullaby, images of their beautiful but broken country filled the screen behind the choir. In the safety and comfort of the gym, it was a stark reminder of the danger from which these children had been rescued. It had quite an effect on the audience, caught up as they were with every word the choir sang:

Who will sing my lullaby
Who will hold me when I cry
When I awake and no one’s there
Who will sing my lullaby

One straw mat
Two sister, one brother
Our father is gone
Now we cry for our mother
Who will protect
And watch through the night
Who will be there
To blow out the light

Who will sing my lullaby
Who will hold me when I cry
When I awake will you be there
Will you sing my lullaby

The second image is that of three little girls – maybe eight, maybe nine – smiling, laughing as they stood in the receiving line the children formed following the concert. Taller, more reserved Americans tried to just reach out a hand to shake their small hands, but these little girls would have none of that. Before you knew it, they had their arms stretched out for an insistent hug.

Two images. Two sides of Uganda. The sadness of a song. The hope of a smile.

One night …

If memory serves

14 January 09 at 4:56 pm | In To Act Justly | Leave a Comment
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The lightning bolt hit in the middle of the evening news. An enthusiastic director of a local youth theater group was passionately describing his vision for the troupe and their current production of the Broadway musical, Rent.

The musical and I go back a long way. Back to the first few years after I graduated from college with a degree in English and Theatre (spelled in the manner of the English, mind you). I had only recently stopped working for the college theatre department, still kept up to date with happenings in the world of musicals and was a bit more diligent about going back to my alma mater to see shows than I have been as of late.

It was 1996. I started to hear stories about a new cutting-edge show that dealt with issues that, shall we say, Rodgers and Hammerstein never dreamed of bringing to the Great White Way. Moreover, the story of the show’s brilliant, young creator, Jonathan Larson, was simply tragic.

The end began at the show’s final dress rehearsal. As the official site for the show puts it, “After the ovations subsided, he [Larson] was interviewed by a reporter from The New York Times. The reporter told Jonathan off the record that Rent was an amazing achievement, destined for success. Then he went home, put on some tea, and died. His roommate found him on the floor of the kitchen, beside his coat. Jonathan Larson was 35 years old.”

Twelve years later as I watched a local television report, that final scene must be what wandered into my mind in the seconds before I sat bolt upright on the couch and said aloud, “He died of the same thing that killed Mom.”

How I remembered that Larson died of an aortic aneurysm after all these years escapes me. The only reason I probably remember it now is because it became hauntingly personal just over a year ago.

The episode made me think about how our memory – or more specifically – our awareness of the world works. Without the personal connection to a devastating condition, I doubt that I could have told you that Larson suffered from an aortic aneurysm.

It’s the same way any time you make a personal connection to anything. When I read that Mexico is one of the top five conflict zones in the world, I thought of Abigail and wondered if her town was affected. When I heard of the terror attacks in Mumbai, I check to see how close it was to where Puja lived. Everytime I hear of conflict in the Congo, Uganda or Kenya, I pray that it doesn’t cross the border into Rwanda where Nshimiyimana lives.

All three are children I sponsor through Compassion. All three put a human face on the stories of conflict I hear in their respective homelands. I’m thankful for those connections, for the way my brain has been rewired to pay attention to conflicts in different parts of the world because I care about a child who lives there.

Are you ready to be rewired?

As promised …

12 January 09 at 5:22 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment

New photos are posted. Click here.

Cordless

9 January 09 at 3:28 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment

I’m sitting here in front of a lovely Mac with a lovely camera with odd pictures on an xD card. Alas, I have no USB cord to move the pictures from the card to the cord and my camera has a specialized connection so I can’t just borrow one. I did take pictures yesterday, honest!

This gives me the opportunity, however, to mention that I will be away from a regular internet connection over the weekend. Truth be told, I will probably be shoveling what a Twitter-friend of mine (@thesnuffy) calls the “fluffy white spawn of Satan”. I’ll be taking the pictures so watch for a series of backdated posts to go up sometime on Monday.

Til then …

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