Every time I see folks crying in church, I'm always reminded of Elvis' rendition of Crying in the Chapel.
I've noticed preachers crying in the middle of their sermons more frequently in the past couple of years. Whenever I see this, it always gets to me. I cannot help but empathize, resulting in my own 眼圈紅了.
I'm not quite sure how to eloquently end this post, so...Mournful tears. Joyful tears. Cry for those who know Him not and those that just did.
Psalm 30:5b.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
rendevous with Madam C. Belle
It's been almost a year since I've seen this sight of beauty. I love and hate it, which means I really do love it.
I believe I speak for a lot of Wahoos in saying that, Cville and UVA are synonymous and folks cannot think of one without thinking of the other.
In fulfilling a promise to the Norcom Crew & Co. and in honor of them rockin' the honor of Honors, I returned to UVA.
With no shame, dear reader, I tell you these things. This past year, I've literally dreamt of dear ol'UVA. I dreamt of walking around Grounds again. Wanting to be lost in another random part of Cville again. Yearning to see this place that was home for a very trying, yet rewarding 4 years.
It thrills and pains me to remember that today has been a year that I too have worn the honors of Honor.
Seeing and hearing familiar voices, sights, former haunts, and changes brought a plethora of thoughts and emotions.
I'm always a bit reluctant leaving her, but I know she'll still be there. She's had my back, you better know I got her's.
Shoutouts to the 2011 graduates!
Sunday, May 15, 2011
bleeding h[ear]t[s]
Van Gogh was right to do what he did.
I don't care anymore. I've kept silent for too long.
Music nowadays SUCKS. TOO many times it's a combination of poor writing, inappropriate lyrics, and/or terrible melody. I truly believe this is why these chirren be actin' the way they do. It's because of this noise folks dare call music is shaping and molding them so.
Every genre that has lyrics is affected by this phenomenon. It's insane.
It's led me to wonder, what's going on in a songwriter's bleeding heart that compels them to make "music" causing my bleeding ears?
My solution: Sing about Him even LOUDER. By that I mean, put speakers to the windows and blast hymns until somebody tells you to quiet it down. Drive around town with the radio blaring His songs so pedestrians, loiterers, and animals alike can hear. More eloquently put, go tell it on a mountain.
To mend these bleeding hearts. To stop these bleeding ears.
I don't care anymore. I've kept silent for too long.
Music nowadays SUCKS. TOO many times it's a combination of poor writing, inappropriate lyrics, and/or terrible melody. I truly believe this is why these chirren be actin' the way they do. It's because of this noise folks dare call music is shaping and molding them so.
Every genre that has lyrics is affected by this phenomenon. It's insane.
It's led me to wonder, what's going on in a songwriter's bleeding heart that compels them to make "music" causing my bleeding ears?
My solution: Sing about Him even LOUDER. By that I mean, put speakers to the windows and blast hymns until somebody tells you to quiet it down. Drive around town with the radio blaring His songs so pedestrians, loiterers, and animals alike can hear. More eloquently put, go tell it on a mountain.
To mend these bleeding hearts. To stop these bleeding ears.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
mam(m)a mia!
Kanye West's Hey Mama and Jay Chou's 聽媽媽的話 come to mind when celebrating that day of tu madre.
With all due respect, we love and cherish the woman and the women who've stepped in and acted as mama. BUT, sometimes that woman be trippin'. Yeah, I said it. I'll tell her myself.
But in light of a sermon I just heard, I want to give voice to the ones who haven't been as fortunate. To the ones that've been hurt by this woman. To the ones that resent this woman. To the ones that can't bring themselves to forgive this woman...
Let go and let God. She may not have done you right in your lifetime, BUT please do her right in her lifetime. For her. For you.
Dear reader, she might not have taken care of you the way you would have like her to, but know full well that He's got your back.
Forgive her. HE forgave us.
With all due respect, we love and cherish the woman and the women who've stepped in and acted as mama. BUT, sometimes that woman be trippin'. Yeah, I said it. I'll tell her myself.
But in light of a sermon I just heard, I want to give voice to the ones who haven't been as fortunate. To the ones that've been hurt by this woman. To the ones that resent this woman. To the ones that can't bring themselves to forgive this woman...
Let go and let God. She may not have done you right in your lifetime, BUT please do her right in her lifetime. For her. For you.
Dear reader, she might not have taken care of you the way you would have like her to, but know full well that He's got your back.
Forgive her. HE forgave us.
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