...and the smokers and children shall be cast down

i get to see Mr. Joshua Dies and his band Showbread for the third time in about a year and a half. and even though i've openly confessed my man-crush to the sexiest frontman i ever did saw, i'm excited as ever. and his book is in the mail. which is am thoroughly excited for.yay for me!

did we not murder You? did we not see You die, hanging on a tree as Life left Your eyes? did we not torture You, smiling as You died? or is it that You killed death itself and now You are alive?

last weekend at my church we had one of our O2 events, nights of worship that are put on every 3 months where we take communion and just worship. I'd only been once before, over a year ago, and even though I loved it then, I always seemed to miss the nights somehow. I'm so glad I went last Friday though. The theme, or slogan rather, was Coram Deo, Latin for Before the Face of God.


That's a powerful thought. Or perspective really. Because we all are right before the face of God, in his prescence at all times, even when we think no one is looking. It's comforting and alarming. He knows our good intentions, even when the go wrong. And He knows out deceptions and lies, even when we seem honorable and good in the eyes of others. It's quite humbling either way you look at it.

One of the songs they played Friday was "How He Loves". I believe it's originally by John Mark McMillan, but it's been covered many times by various groups. Regardless, the song has a line in the bridge: "Heaven meets Earth like a sloppy wet kiss". I love that line. A sloppy wet kiss. A passionate, eager, and nevertheless intimate declaration of love. That's how God shows his love for us. He is eager, passionate, and intimate. It's amazing. The entire room, filled with a few thousand people, had lit candles all across. Upon entering, we were all given pieces of a shattered mosaic. By the end, all pieces were arranged to make an image of a tree. A tree. Something we see everyday and yet has eternal significance.

The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil; our temptation, our lust, and our downfall. The Tree of Life; our prize, our goal, God's gift. And the cross. When the death of Jesus was foretold in Isaiah, it was said that the Messiah would die upon a tree. This was hundreds of years before the Roman occupation of Israel. Hundreds of years before the introduction of crucifixion. Peter calls the cross a tree. This tree is our salvation. A link between Satan, Death, our temptation of the Tree of Knowledge, and God, Heaven, and the Tree of Life. It's amazing.


So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss, And the heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don't have time to maintain this regrets,
When I think about, the way He loves us.

sing like you think no one's listening.

i like this girl a lot. she has a cute laugh.

even though she doesn't like nirvana too much.

from the rooftops i can lean in close and whisper in your ear:
can't you see it's not the same? the stars are spelling out your name. and the moon can only frown because it will never be as beautiful as you.

another word for desperate.

A laundry list of problems doesn't make you interesting
and never getting help doesn't make you brave
Not listening to reason doesn't mean that you have faith
You're just cutting off your nose to spite your face
So tie the noose
and raise the cross
The martyr's arrived
A desperate plea
for sympathy
It's all you need

(straylight run - "another word for desperate")

seventy times seven

so i suppose recently it has come to my attention that friends are only friends if they choose to ignore faults. i always thought friends should accept the fact that people are flawed, but not necessarily encourage, allow, or watch unconcerned while people spiral down. hate the sin not the sinner? i don't know. i hate being the self-righteous, arrogant friend when i admit i'm just a screwed up as anybody. i'm just not content with being flawed. strive for more, however impossible.

Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.

Is that what you call tact?

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so for some reason i've been putting off creating this. probably cause about 4 people will look at it more than once. but hey, i'm cool with that. here, i'll post songs, thoughts, rants, and parts of the stories i'm writing. if you're reading this, thank you very much. and if not, please have a nice day/life anyway.