Location: New York City
Genre: Soul, Spoken Word, Jazz
Style: Reflective & Raw
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Artist Of The Week: Gil Scott-Heron
Location: New York City
Genre: Soul, Spoken Word, Jazz
Style: Reflective & Raw
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Hebrews 4:12
"The word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart."
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Questions
As I get older, the more I realize that uncomfortable moments are still uncomfortable moments but I am less uncomfortable with them. I am starting to be okay with things not being okay. Is that bad or good?
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Oh Yes! Another Snow Day
Day One: 02-09-2010
01. Woke up. Had coffee and scrambled eggs.
02. Checked my school email for cancellations. They canceled class.
03. Surfed the web for 2 hours. (This is something that i'd like to cut out of my daily routine. It is not very productive.)
04. Wrote in my journal.
05. Went to Starbucks with Jarrod. We had a very deep conversation. I can tell he is growing in his Faith. It's very exciting to see.
06. Ate some pizza and watched American Idol with the Family. Very funny stuff.
07. Almsot went to the Movie Theater with Mike to see The Book Of Eli but the snow was coming down quickly and we feared that we might get stuck. So no go.
08. Wrote some more but this time it was in my lyrics book. Also drew some little pictures along the borders of the pages.
09. Talked to Sarah on the phone for a bit.
10. Watched some Rob Bell Nooma videos before crashing.
Day Two: 02-10-2010
I just woke up around 11:45 a.m. I am currently drinking my coffee black. My class for tonight was cancelled. I am considering what to do today. I know at this point that I do not want to use the internet much at all today. It is a major distraction for me and I want to be productive. I also would like to read a little out of the Old Testament. I have been stuck in the last few chapters of Genesis for a while now. I would like to finish it. I would also like to brainstorm some ideas of how to get out of my "funk". Maybe its the weather? Maybe its the people I have been surrounding myself with lately? Or maybe its all the internet usage? Who knows. But I do know that I want it to stop.
I have also been toying with the idea of "Bringing Back Shabbot". Basically, I would honor one day of the week as a "day of rest". I am not sure at this point if any Christians fully honor this day for God. If there are, I dont know any of them. But I do know devout Jews honor this day. They cut out everything that would be considered work. They literally just relax and honor God all day. I think that is awesome. The idea of honoring God on this day has been weighing heavy on me for about three weeks now. I have attempted it twice. Yes, that's right, I failed twice. I failed because I have not planned ahead. I always pick days where I end up needing to get online or I need to drive somewhere or I end up getting called into work. But today as I sit here and contimplate what I should do, I cant help but think of making this a day a "day of rest". I know that I have already broken the rules a little by posting on my blog, making coffee and checking my email but I think that's okay. God understands my situation and my process of growing and maturing.
I will now publish this blog post and sign offline. I will then read and pray. We will see what happens from there. God Bless you all and be safe out there on the roads.
- Drew
01. Woke up. Had coffee and scrambled eggs.
02. Checked my school email for cancellations. They canceled class.
03. Surfed the web for 2 hours. (This is something that i'd like to cut out of my daily routine. It is not very productive.)
04. Wrote in my journal.
05. Went to Starbucks with Jarrod. We had a very deep conversation. I can tell he is growing in his Faith. It's very exciting to see.
06. Ate some pizza and watched American Idol with the Family. Very funny stuff.
07. Almsot went to the Movie Theater with Mike to see The Book Of Eli but the snow was coming down quickly and we feared that we might get stuck. So no go.
08. Wrote some more but this time it was in my lyrics book. Also drew some little pictures along the borders of the pages.
09. Talked to Sarah on the phone for a bit.
10. Watched some Rob Bell Nooma videos before crashing.
Day Two: 02-10-2010
I just woke up around 11:45 a.m. I am currently drinking my coffee black. My class for tonight was cancelled. I am considering what to do today. I know at this point that I do not want to use the internet much at all today. It is a major distraction for me and I want to be productive. I also would like to read a little out of the Old Testament. I have been stuck in the last few chapters of Genesis for a while now. I would like to finish it. I would also like to brainstorm some ideas of how to get out of my "funk". Maybe its the weather? Maybe its the people I have been surrounding myself with lately? Or maybe its all the internet usage? Who knows. But I do know that I want it to stop.
I have also been toying with the idea of "Bringing Back Shabbot". Basically, I would honor one day of the week as a "day of rest". I am not sure at this point if any Christians fully honor this day for God. If there are, I dont know any of them. But I do know devout Jews honor this day. They cut out everything that would be considered work. They literally just relax and honor God all day. I think that is awesome. The idea of honoring God on this day has been weighing heavy on me for about three weeks now. I have attempted it twice. Yes, that's right, I failed twice. I failed because I have not planned ahead. I always pick days where I end up needing to get online or I need to drive somewhere or I end up getting called into work. But today as I sit here and contimplate what I should do, I cant help but think of making this a day a "day of rest". I know that I have already broken the rules a little by posting on my blog, making coffee and checking my email but I think that's okay. God understands my situation and my process of growing and maturing.
I will now publish this blog post and sign offline. I will then read and pray. We will see what happens from there. God Bless you all and be safe out there on the roads.
- Drew
Monday, February 8, 2010
Question Marks
So whats with this book now?
Looks like any other good brown hardcover book bound
The type rarely took down in the libraries, destined for dust
That people can't quite put down or brush off
Even though it's been labeled hateful
Abused to validate racial subjugation and justify hatred
It just defies explanation, how pages could be both burned and bashed,
Learned and loved, hated, yet translated into every single tongue
If this was just some regular book then how come?
And even these divisions it caused is all for proof,
As we find extreme reactions wherever there is truth
And why have we heard quoted a billion times?
Could it be more than just some brilliant lines?
A simple tradition to keep men so engaged in the pages
By something beyond even the statements
In the way the scribes, from different tribes,
In different places at different times, could all scribble lines
But without collusion perfectly coincide,
And connect like pieces of a puzzle
Made from parables, and prophecies,
Parallels and paradoxes that seem to unlock the mysteries
As we watch the history unfold,
Just as it was foretold
The scrolls unroll to reveal
Words with that strongest trained sense of all things real
Could it be made up, well actually, factually
Scholars have tested the historical accuracy,
But beyond science, even intuition attests
To what the book confirms and all of nature suggests
That there is likely a force behind
That must possess some kind of mind to design the search,
With all complex life intertwined
But how could we travel through time, to unravel the lines,
And discover the nature of the divine?
Like is He just and kind, compassionate, old, bearded and vengeful?
Indifferent? Omnipotent? And if so,
He must be some kind of sick old man,
Because the world as we know it is far from blissful
Now all this goes to say, that most today,
Believe in some kind of God, even hope and pray
But struggle with with religion and faith don't dismay
We're not destined to decease before we find...
The answer to all the question marks, a spot we began to understand
See, all the questions inside man are like hands
On the internal compass that guides
As we search for what could make our hearts satisfied
First we look outside, blind leading blind in succession for success
But no one ever conquers the questions
It's the quest which only serves to further evidence,
The irrelevance,
Of human skill and intelligence
Then we look inside and find with introspection
There's no bearing to define the direction towards truth
To navigate the course
Because not inside or outside, the questions point to a source
Like is there more to life than sleep, struggle and strife?
Just eat, hustle and fight
And maybe juggle a wife, kids and a job
Why are we here? Is there a God?
If there were no answers, would it not be odd?
Our lives would be nothing but a constant search
For something we can't describe
But swear we must have lost at birth
Because on this earth we never feel quite at home
Even in large crowds we can often feel alone
In our own skin trapped like slaves
To behave in ways
That betray our own will, it's strange
The inconsistencies and mystery
How we often lament that we're not who we wish to be
Well, for those in this position,
First off you're not alone
Secondly, in this condition something interesting is shown; the conscience
But why would it impose such laws that expose such flaws?
There seems no just cause
But since our conscience is a part of our person,
The mistake that many make is to ignore it in our searchings for happiness
Which leaves many incomplete
But this is still just the first step to finding peace
Because it's not blind devotion to a code of laws
But a real relationship with the one true God
Pause.
Looks like any other good brown hardcover book bound
The type rarely took down in the libraries, destined for dust
That people can't quite put down or brush off
Even though it's been labeled hateful
Abused to validate racial subjugation and justify hatred
It just defies explanation, how pages could be both burned and bashed,
Learned and loved, hated, yet translated into every single tongue
If this was just some regular book then how come?
And even these divisions it caused is all for proof,
As we find extreme reactions wherever there is truth
And why have we heard quoted a billion times?
Could it be more than just some brilliant lines?
A simple tradition to keep men so engaged in the pages
By something beyond even the statements
In the way the scribes, from different tribes,
In different places at different times, could all scribble lines
But without collusion perfectly coincide,
And connect like pieces of a puzzle
Made from parables, and prophecies,
Parallels and paradoxes that seem to unlock the mysteries
As we watch the history unfold,
Just as it was foretold
The scrolls unroll to reveal
Words with that strongest trained sense of all things real
Could it be made up, well actually, factually
Scholars have tested the historical accuracy,
But beyond science, even intuition attests
To what the book confirms and all of nature suggests
That there is likely a force behind
That must possess some kind of mind to design the search,
With all complex life intertwined
But how could we travel through time, to unravel the lines,
And discover the nature of the divine?
Like is He just and kind, compassionate, old, bearded and vengeful?
Indifferent? Omnipotent? And if so,
He must be some kind of sick old man,
Because the world as we know it is far from blissful
Now all this goes to say, that most today,
Believe in some kind of God, even hope and pray
But struggle with with religion and faith don't dismay
We're not destined to decease before we find...
The answer to all the question marks, a spot we began to understand
See, all the questions inside man are like hands
On the internal compass that guides
As we search for what could make our hearts satisfied
First we look outside, blind leading blind in succession for success
But no one ever conquers the questions
It's the quest which only serves to further evidence,
The irrelevance,
Of human skill and intelligence
Then we look inside and find with introspection
There's no bearing to define the direction towards truth
To navigate the course
Because not inside or outside, the questions point to a source
Like is there more to life than sleep, struggle and strife?
Just eat, hustle and fight
And maybe juggle a wife, kids and a job
Why are we here? Is there a God?
If there were no answers, would it not be odd?
Our lives would be nothing but a constant search
For something we can't describe
But swear we must have lost at birth
Because on this earth we never feel quite at home
Even in large crowds we can often feel alone
In our own skin trapped like slaves
To behave in ways
That betray our own will, it's strange
The inconsistencies and mystery
How we often lament that we're not who we wish to be
Well, for those in this position,
First off you're not alone
Secondly, in this condition something interesting is shown; the conscience
But why would it impose such laws that expose such flaws?
There seems no just cause
But since our conscience is a part of our person,
The mistake that many make is to ignore it in our searchings for happiness
Which leaves many incomplete
But this is still just the first step to finding peace
Because it's not blind devotion to a code of laws
But a real relationship with the one true God
Pause.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Artist Of The Week: Nicolay & Kay
Location: Houston, TX/ Wilmington, NC
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Spiritual, Jazzy
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Three Free Books
Somehow, throughout the day today, I have managed to collect three books. They were all gifts and very much free. I'm excited about this. They are...
New Living Translation Bible: "Live It Now" New Testament
Blindness by: Jose Saramago
Tao Teh Ching by: Lao Tzu
... pretty cool.
New Living Translation Bible: "Live It Now" New Testament
Blindness by: Jose Saramago
Tao Teh Ching by: Lao Tzu
... pretty cool.
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