Zilch...

Silence
Is sometimes all I am capable of
During those times when the waves come crashing
When things fail...
And people disappoint
And I disappoint...

I'm sitting here
... trying to be still
trying to hear
But still the race goes on...
And so does the battle for the soul...

It may be a moment (and many more) lost... but this is me and this is who I am. Trying to find the balance between knowing, being and doing, I just want to be real. And this is how it is...

Save me from myself...

more faithful than the seasons...

Pretty spot on...

(Daley Hake)

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The heart progresses through the seasons.

Like a tree, it is cut down, only to grow back stronger.

It is in that first spring that we are closer to Heaven then we will ever be.

It eventually experiences the nostalgic chill of fall that streams into the death of winter.

Our hope lies in the return of spring, which beckons us to move forward towards the freedom of summer.

Embrace the fall - for winter is inevitable.

This is only a fraction of the greater human struggle.

Embrace the struggle…every meaningful story must have conflict.

This is a season that is necessary for your story.

Hold on…

Behind you are the prayers of the Saints

.…spring will dawn.

For God holds your soul, and God is more faithful than even the seasons.

I find myself in a season where I trust very few….the least of these, Christians.

However, I write this not out of bitterness…but out of desperate hope.

I will continue to press on grasping to a single truth……

God transcends seasons.

(Daley Hake)

Help... I'm turning into a hopeless romantic! =S

Seriously, what is happening to me?! I saw THIS after 3 hours of non-stop work and got REALLY blown away by the sheer amazingness of it. Like how beautiful is this man? (Promise herself is sooooo hot)

I choke, get teary eyed and smile like an idiot to myself for about an hour after reading this.

(Mag has always feared the worst for me and my sexuality had I not come to know Christ, maybe she has reason for that fear)

And then after reading after that, you can go read the boyfriend's (now fiance) account of the same event. HERE

If it doesn't move you, you're not my friend.

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If I'm even half as crazy about you as I know I'm gonna be
I'm hanging on for the rest of the story

The office does weird things to us...

Mondays don't help either.

Ha ha ha

I can't believe how retarded this video is... Switchfoot doing a BEYONCE cover?!

And check out their reason for doing the cover too...

Fear...

Found this letter/series of thoughts/whatever during one of my recent blog surfs. There's just something about it that really struck a chord within me.
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A sense of urgency concerning life has caused much thought as to what I am to do with this life of mine.

Countless nights speeding recklessly down the streets of anxiety fueled by fear.

Fear.

But what am I to fear, but God himself.

I will tell you what I fear - despite the fact that it will seem irrational to many.

I fear the day I die…and wake up.

I fear the words spoken to me:“Why did you let fear be the author of your story?”.

From this place is where I begin again.

Whether you believe in God or not, I pray for you.

May you begin to move through life with a new urgency.

May there be seasons of motion, simply, for the sake of motion.

May there be seasons of motion for the gain of certain goals.

Goals that hopefully involve more than a 401k and a house you will spend a lifetime paying off.

May a vision of life be impressed upon your heart that disarms you of useless desires.

May you write that book, record that album, share those poems scribbled on napkins…

Paint that canvas, photograph your community through your lens

.…Or may you simply love.

Love not for the benefit of the recipient of your actions, but Love for the sake of your soul.

It is good to give - It is good to love.

We need you.

We need you to exchange fear for unbridled passion for life.

We need you to engage with those around you and share your passions for life

.…So begin. And never fear to begin again.

Grace and Peace,

-Daley

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"Love not for the benefit of the recipient of your actions, but Love for the sake of your soul."


Loving "for the sake of your soul", and "not for the "benefit of the recipient of your actions".


Really? Is this what it should be?


Loving does do something to and FOR your soul. But what is the primary purpose?


I guess I've always been the guy who really wanted to love for the benefit of the recipient(s) of my actions, and getting myself burnt as a result...


Could it be nothing more than a one way exchange...



Anyhow the writer (Daley), is an awesome photographer. Please check out his blog (http://daleyhake.com/blog/), where I got that excerpt from. I love his photos... the way he captures people. Every single photo makes me wonder what the person's story is......

Lalalala...

Rob Bell's got a new book out. And I just got it yesterday. I've been a fan of all things Rob Bell ever since his first book, "Velvet Elvis", so when I saw this book at SKS, it became a sorta no-brainer that I had to buy it.

Many people may not agree with Rob Bell and may have huge issues with alot of his stuff, but I really like his take on alot of things. I may talk more on some of Rob Bell's interesting perspectives in future...

For now, maybe I'll go get started with the book.

L.I.F.E.H.O.U.S.E.

Ok so the Lifehouse concert was pretty good. They played a 90 minute set of just about every hit they have, and more. And they ended the night with my personal favourites, Storm and Broken. That alone made the whole night worth it. Haha...

The fact that the concert actually happened was actually pretty far out in itself. I was thinking to myself a few days before (I knew about the concert) that I haven't been to a concert in really long and would really like to go for one. Then Mich calls on Sat morning to say,"Lifehouse is playing next week!" So I who am incapable of a groupie outburst/meltdown/pop, just said,"ok yaay I'm going" (whole lotta emotion there I know...)

A groupie outburst from me would just be too weird anyway. (Note to self: something to put on MY Bucket List then...)

So anyway, much thanks to MarcuswholtoldAbiandMichwhotoldme. And much thanks to MichMarcusAbiandmanyfriendswhosenamesIcan'trememberorspell for being there that night as well. It was a great concert! Haha... =) 

**Abi took 680 photos that night**

Ok of course there was the notsogoods, which were no one's fault in general:

1. St James' Powerstation sucks as a concert venue. Firstly, its name sucks. Secondly the layout of the floor which they use as the concert floor was terrible. There was completely ZERO space to move and the angles especially for those who came late were almost impossible. By the way, if you're not very tall and are going for a concert at St James', you either go super early, or bring a ladder, or just don't go at all.

 

2. Jack & Rai opening for Lifehouse was alright... Just that they did their own original songs for their 30 minute set, most of which had pretty good (read: familiar sounding, obvious inspired) intros but a tad bit weird in terms of vocal melody. And Jack has this face when he's playing, it looks as if his guitar is telling him dirty jokes as he plays... it's quite... errm... funny

3. And for the main spoiler of the night... I ran the risk of leaving the concert with either: a) a permanently deformed spine or b) a permanent depression caused by a metal pole pressed against the side of my butt. 

The reason for this was because glenn the man had the great fortune of standing in between the aforementioned metal pole and a couple. For starters, this couple was in no way slim. I have nothing against non-slim people, because I am unslim myself, but in this case... when you're packed like sardines in a terrible club named after your church... 

To make things worse, err BOTH members of this generously proportioned coupling were women. And they decided to get cosy with each other early on in the concert (oh help...). So whenever one would turn to face the other or to hug, I would get substantial BUTT swinging in my direction causing me to back into my date for the night, the short metal pole. To try and prevent myself from getting hit further, I tried to stand in a position to avoid both the pole and the couple, which left me standing in a sort of "S" shape. Ouch. 

AND WHEN LIFEHOUSE STARTED PLAYING THEIR SLOWER NUMBERS, THOSE TWO STARTED TO FACE EACH OTHER AND SUCK FACE, AND NECK... AND EAR... AND I....

J.U.S.T.D.I.E.D. 

I had to turn AWAY from them entirely and just keep focus on the stage. Basically I just further contorted my body. Whoopee. Those 2 should be thankful they weren't drenched in my puke by the night's end. 

***The Weird***

1. Fat Indian girl (friend of couple i just ranted about) kept shouting "Marry Me Jason!" to lead singer Jason Wade the whole night. Girl, the dude's married... 

2. This guy somewhere to my right kept HEADBANGING and lifting his hand with the "rock on!" sign the whole night. He was CLAPPING during the intro of Broken. I wanted to break him. 

3. Some loopymama in the crowd kept shouting for the band to play "Butterfly" the whole night. Eh idiot... that's a Jason Mraz song!