who.knew?
My husband is the KING of mis-sung lyrics. I pride myself on being the QUEEN of properly sung lyrics, but tonight, we definitely shared a moment.
While driving home from the movies (go see Traitor…awesome flick), we were listening to My Morning Jacket’s version of Rocket Man.
And when it got to the chorus, we both sang…
“And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
ROCKET MAN, nahhh-nah nah nah nah nah naaahhh nah nah”
That’s right. Both of us. Nah-nah’ed the last line. At full volume.
So upon returning home, I immediately jumped online to find the missing lyric so as not to repeat this incident again. For me, for Tim, and for anyone else out there wondering, the line is:
“Burning out his fuse up here alone.”
Who knew?
confused.
How can a Christian be strongly opposed to abortion, but at the same time strongly support capital punishment?
It doesn’t make any sense to me…
unoriginal.
Totally snagged this from someone else, but go to google and type in
“find chuck norris”
Then click “I’m feeling lucky.”
Google rocks.
interesting.
So one of my favorite Christian authors, Donald Miller, gave the closing prayer at the Democratic National Convention last night. Here’s his prayer:
Father God,
This week, as the world looks on, help the leaders in this room create a civil dialogue about our future.
We need you, God, as individuals and also as a nation.
We need you to protect us from our enemies, but also from ourselves, because we are easily tempted toward apathy.
Give us a passion to advance opportunities for the least of these, for widows and orphans, for single moms and children whose fathers have left.
Give us the eyes to see them, and the ears to hear them, and hands willing to serve them.
Help us serve people, not just causes. And stand up to specific injustices rather than vague notions.
Give those in this room who have power, along with those who will meet next week, the courage to work together to finally provide health care to those who don’t have any, and a living wage so families can thrive rather than struggle.
Hep us figure out how to pay teachers what they deserve and give children an equal opportunity to get a college education.
Help us figure out the balance between economic opportunity and corporate gluttony.
We have tried to solve these problems ourselves but they are still there. We need your help.
Father, will you restore our moral standing in the world.
A lot of people don’t like us but that’s because they don’t know the heart of the average American.
Will you give us favor and forgiveness, along with our allies around the world.
Help us be an example of humility and strength once again.
Lastly, father, unify us.
Even in our diversity help us see how much we have in common.
And unify us not just in our ideas and in our sentiments—but in our actions, as we look around and figure out something we can do to help create an America even greater than the one we have come to cherish.
God we know that you are good.
Thank you for blessing us in so many ways as Americans.
I make these requests in the name of your son, Jesus, who gave his own life against the forces of injustice.
Let Him be our example.
Amen.
Thoughts?
dreams.
I had strange dreams all weekend long, but as usual, only remember bits and pieces that don’t come together to form any sort of story.
I was just sitting in our weekly Monday morning meeting, and as we talked about the same thing we talked about last week (and the week before…and the week before), a chunk of a dream popped into my head. All I remember is having a conversation with Andy and saying to him,
It comes down to this. There are only two types of people in this world that I like. People that are really funny and people that think I’m really funny.
I guess I’m pretty arrogant in my dream life.
everybody?
Tim just dozed off on the couch, and since he is extremely hard to wake up once he’s deep asleep, I woke him up fairly quickly to go to bed. His half asleep response?
Is everybody going?
Hmmm.
standing.on.grace.
There’s a song by Caedmon’s Call called Shifting Sand and the chorus sings,
My faith is like shifting sand, so I stand on grace.
I heard this song for the first time during our trip. I had woken at the crack of dawn with the boys to shoot pictures of them surfing at sunrise. I had my iPod in my pocket and had just uploaded a ton of new (to me) music for the trip. It was a gorgeous morning, and I was alone on the beach and perfectly content.
I stood on the edge of the water shooting pictures, waves washing over my feet, subtly sinking into the wet sand. And as I adjusted my stance every so often so as not to lose my footing, that song came on. And the words echoed through me…my faith is like shifting sand.
And it is. I’m often reminded of just how small and wobbly my faith really is. Picture an elephant standing on a rickety little stool and you’ve got the perfect picture of my faith. And so,
I stand on grace.
Grace is the glue that holds me together. I am still amazed at the very personal way in which God knows what’s going on in my head and finds ways to speak to me. Everywhere I turn these days, I am reminded of grace. In sermons, in blogs that I read, on the radio, grace is there.
Because God knows I need the reminders.
I’ve been standing on my faith and desperately trying to figure out why I feel so darn unstable.
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