New Relevant Mag.

I got my new issue of Relevant yesterday. There were some great articles, I will post more about it soon, I want to refrence some of the articles and discuss them.

I am a slaker

I have no updates today, but I had to post somthing so that the 3 people who visit my site will keep coming back. Thats all.

And thank you to the faithful 3.

Pedro the Lion: Achilles Heel

I just bought this album last night. I really am enjoying it so far. The story telling album concept that Pedro is known for is not as strong in this album, but he still makes very blunt points about the state of society and the problems with "religion".

"you were to busy steering the conversation toward the lord/
to hear the voice of the spirit saying shut the f*&% up/
you thought it must be the devil trying to make you go astray/
besides it couldn't have been the Lord because you don't believe he talks that way/"
- Foregone Conclusions

If you like David's song writing style, I would higrecommendmend this album.

French Toast Pop-Tarts

I just had the wierdest thing, thats right, a French Toast Pop-Tart.
It was actually pretty good, tasted a bit like french toast.

Thats all.

Lesson of the weekend

It is amazing what God uses to open our eyes. I was fuming in church yesterday after my pastor made comments about "standing up against homosexual marriage". Thoughts about political agendas not belonging in church, thoughts about what church we could go to if my wife and I left this one (my home church). It just makes me so angry.

Then out of the same mouth that had made these comments, the answer to my anger. He preached on letting God heal your hurts. About not hiding your anger, not running from your anger, and not festering in your anger but letting Christ take care of it.

Psalm 23
The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.

Friday: Lyric of the Day

DAVID GRAY - Let The Truth Sting

The hour is out of joint
black sun has risen
and the river of words
is flowing on through 
the cages of tradition
and they're handing out emptiness
we'll take it cos it's given 
free with this plastic innocence 
and these standards of living

Questions lighted questions
burnin' holes into my head
hanging like shadows o'er the sun
staring out like the eyes of the dead
and sometimes my soul flickers
when the wind of change blows cold
over the mire of repetition
down the corridors of rigmarole

What I say, what I think
what I put down in ink
I'm only trying to find a way to understand
and I mean no harm
I'm just searching for calm
in the storm of mankind

Do you find it there 
in the sea of faces
that drowns you everyday
or in the silence and rubble and empty spaces
where children and rottweilers play
is it buried in the praise
given so cheap
with a meaningless movement of the jaws
in the looking glass 
that flatters you
or in the rattle of hollow applause

Blind circle, moon and sun body willing, mind undone
one pain ending while another begins
lies, ruin disease
into wounds like these
let the truth sting

From the hub to the limit
through the urban hollows
out into the poles of the extreme 
to echo through the numbness
of these godless minutes
in the shadow of delusion's regime

And here watching the night
as it opens like a flower
and the day starts to rust
feeling time pound
like a silent hammer
on this empire of dust
and I'm thinking bout the bullet
and the TV screen, the dollar, and the clenched fist
and if we're searching for peace
how come we still believe 
in hatred as the catalyst

Oh through the borderline
in front and behind
one pain ending
while another begin
lies, ruin disease
into wounds like these
let the truth sing
yeah 
let the truth

And I feel it from the pit of my stomach
into the ditch of my mind
inside the chambers of my heart
as I stare half blind
at these walls of cardboard
at this space that I've rented
at your beauty that is crumbling
though you try so hard to prevent it

On and on
body willing, mind undone
one pain ending while another begins
lies, ruin, disease
into wounds like these
let the truth sting
let the truth sting
let the truth sting

One more thing.

I just wanted to point out that yes, I do realize it is ironic that my blog is called originality and I am using a template.

smartasses.

I'll try this again

Okay, my last blog lasted one day and I have not posted anything in it since, hell, I don't even know the address for it. I want to try and make this one work, we'll see.

If anyone has any ideas for topics let me know.