Monday, July 28, 2008
I Wish I Had A Sylvia Plath...
Friday, July 25, 2008
10 Thing I Love about Clarksdale, Mississippi
1. "Abe's BBQ" and "Mississippi Burnin' Wings"
2. Old Friends
3. Clarksdale is the home of the Delta Blues
4. Alligator hunting (maybe not this time, but it was a trip)
5. Most people's rims are nicer than their cars
6. Various Hole-in-the-wall Food places
7. People drive around the neighborhood all day
8. The Bakery/Bar/Trance Metal/recording studio/venue/restaurant? its really one of a kind
9. Stealing wireless from hotels
10. Walmart and everything else closes around 8... if they want to stay open that late.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Community Missions Coordinator
Land of the Living
Catacombs have never really interested me, partly because I never took the time to think about their significance or purpose, but recently I did. Scattered throughout the catacombs are (Now, this is my account from tv and pictures, and readings, I have never been there) various drawn artwork of daniel in the lion's den, and the resurrection of Lazarus. It's haunting to realize that the people and artists, who occupied the catacombs, were experiencing persecution. On a regular basis they would find their friends or themselves being torn apart at parties by wild animals, or impaled and lit on fire to light gatherings, just to entertain the Romans. They never fled.
There are more dead people than there are living.
"Late in the 17th century city growth in Paris, both in population and urban expansion, as well as the slow accumulation of generations of the dead had begun to overwhelm Parisian cemeteries. The largest cemetery in Paris, Les Innocents, was so saturated it began to affect those in surrounding neighborhoods. Residents began to suffer from diseases due to improper burials. For centuries, French officials condemned the cemetery to no avail. In 1786, officials decided to exhume the entire cemetery as well as other cemeteries in the city and to take the bones into the now abandoned tunnels of the rock quarries beneath the city. This was a process that would take two years to complete and moved an estimated six million bodies."
Scattered throughout the catacombs are plaques that remind living visitors of their own mortality. Though I have not been there to see it, I have read that as one exits the catacombs a plaque by the door offers a word to the bones:
Listen, dry bones
Listen to the voice of the Lord
The powerful God of our ancestors
Who in one breath created them
Will re-tie your undone knots
You will have new flesh
On which new skin will form
Dry bones, you will live again
For Ezekiel, such pictures were wonderful object lessons. This is Israel. A people windswept and lifeless, all dried up. They are a people without a hope of living again; a people who live and yet do not live, zombies, in a foreign land. However, there is hope. God will bring them back from the grave and God will give them a new spirit and a new life. God will restore them to the land of the living.
Maybe that's why they never fled. Whats worse than death?
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Yanni
Monday, July 21, 2008
House of Cards video
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Sermon Reflections
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Dinosaur Dienosore
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Wonder Wasting?
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Victorious One
V:
oh victorious one
rise above in splendor
tear the old skies
the new days dawn
you've broken down the walls
now there's nothing left between us.
Victorious one you have finally freed us
B:
we will sing of your promise fulfilled
C:
We have won through victory in Christ
the risen one, you bring hope to our lives
victorious one, vicorious one
V2:
Your light has broken through
blurred lines that divide
mystery and truth
now can coincide
death now turns to life
now nothing can come between us
Victorious one, Lord we surrender
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
My Orchid Tree
all day today. Just me, the barbecue, and the tree.
Look On Us
The greatness of the Lord
Cannot be captured by a song
its hard to grasp or imagine
the power of this eternal god
his name alone can drive away
all the evil that plagues us all
with his breath hes made everything
that dwells within our soul
Sing high the almighty name of our God
lift your hearts and sing
come alive you church of complacent ones
oh that God would look on us
lover of the unloved
father of the abandoned ones
his compassion for the desolate
is wild and strong
arise, render the love that saves
its a furious fire that overtakes
although fears and doubts come flooding in
come lose to gain ,become awake
“Thy look is Thy being… I am, because Thou dost look at me… if Thou didst turn Thy glance from me, I should cease to be.” – Nicholas of Cusa (1401-1464)
Noise Trade
"Some artists have good music they're willing to give away in exchange for a little help. Some fans have a few bucks or a few friends who'd love to hear about good, free music."
Started by Derek Webb, noise trade allows artists to give listeners the option to pay what they want to pay for the cd, or tell 3 friends by email about the cd in order to download a copy. Check it out for yourself I'm sure its gonna catch on fast. This is a great way to get your stuff out there through social connections. As of now they have such artists as Derek Webb, Sandra McCracken, Matthew Perryman Jones, The Allens, and Waterdeep.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Where did all the fireworks go?
Today I figured out how to apply rss feeds. So I spent most of my day trying to figure out which feeds I would like to stay updated in. I got a new e-mail its davidmatthewgamboa@gmail.com write me a letter and i'll write you one back. Thanks to gmail i'm able to unlock all the mac email features, stationary, photos, nice letter frames. I was preparing for a night of fireworks with my camera trying to catch something, but there were none. I hope to keep this thing up. Two posts in one day thats a record.
Songs In The Making
You reach down and train our hearts
, but set in our ways we fell apart
just like the moon that guides the tides
you guide our hearts in your direction
sin-soaked and tired we came
Isn't it just like you, to find us
chained in a prison of a dying place
, but love came and seized us, and link by link
these chains brittles and breaks when you breathe
creation sighs and wakes
can you hear the sound
Of your saints that await
from this lowly ground
Our love is restored
My soul burns within me
waiting for Your hand to move
Constantly you've made a way
though near deaths gates we've escaped
You've shattered the fear that held us down
If all thats light turned night, surrounded us
somehow you would find us,
oh to be lost no more