zondag 1 november 2009

Bono's Acceptance speech - NAACP Image awards 2007

A powerful speech of one of my inspirations: Bono (Paul David Hewson) which I highly recommend to watch.

1. I’m also – you know, when people talk about the greatness of America, I just think of the NAACP, that what I think of – it genuinely comes to my head. And I’m also honored to be on the same stage as the other honorees, Sold Out, Bill Cosby, Prince. So cool, so cool.

2. See, I grew up in Ireland, and when I grew up, Ireland was divided along religious lines, sectarian lines. Young people like me were parched for the vision that poured out of pulpits of Black America. And the vision of a Black reverend from Atlanta, a man who refused to hate because he knew love would do a better job. These ideas travel, you know, and they reached me clear as any tune and lodged in my brain like a song, I couldn’t shake that. This is Ireland in the 70’s growing up, people like me looked across the ocean to the NAACP. And I’m here tonight and (?) feels good, feels very very good.

3. Well today the world looks again to the NAACP. We need the community that taught the world about civil rights to teach it something about human rights. Yeah! I’m talking about the right to live like a human, the right to live period. Those are the stakes in Africa right now. Five and a half thousand Africans dying every day of AIDS, a preventable, treatable disease. Nearly a million Africans most of them children dying every year from malaria. Death by mosquito bite. This is not about charity, as you know here in this room. This is about justice, it’s about justice and equality.

4. Now I know that America hasn’t solved all of its problems and I know AIDS is still killing people right here in America, and I know the hardest hit are African-Americans, many of them young women. Today at a church in Oakland, I went to see such extraordinary people with this lioness here, Barbara Lee, took me around and with her pastor J. Alfred Smith – and may I say that it was the poetry and the righteous anger of the Black church that was such an inspiration to me, a very white, almost pink, Irish man growing up in Dublin.

5. This is true religion. True religion will not let us fall asleep in the comfort of our freedom. “Love thy neighbor” is not a piece of advice, it’s a command. And that means in the global village we’re going to have to start loving a whole lot more people, that’s what that means. That’s right. “His truth is marching on.”

6. Two million Americans have signed up to the One campaign to make poverty history. Tonight the NAACP is signing up to work with us, and so can you. “His truth is marching on.” Because where you live should not decide whether you live or whether you die.

7. And to those in the church who still sit in judgment on the AIDS emergency, let me climb into the pulpit for just one moment. Because whatever thoughts we have about God, who He is, or even if God exists, most will agree that God has a special place for the poor. The poor are where God lives. God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is where the opportunity is lost and lives are shattered. God is with the mother who has infected her child with a virus that will take both their lives. God is under the rubble in the cries we hear during wartime. God, my friends, is with the poor. And God is with us if we are with them.

8. This is not a burden, this is an adventure. Don’t let anyone tell you it cannot be done. We can be the generation that ends extreme poverty.

Memorable quotes

walking tall - whiter skin
different - my vision
felt tension - again today
cannot find - words to say
home is far - family too
but He is here - will see me through
hunkers close - in my mire
elevates - sparks desire
son of man - make your home
in my brain - deeper known
faith slips fast - dip and spike
i must cling - childlike
oh my god - thy will done
be my sole - momentum

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.
- Reinhold Niebuhr -

Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains,
at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers,
at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars,
and they pass by themselves without wondering.
- Saint Augustine -

Twenty years from now you will be more dissapointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
- Mark Twain -

When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you.
- African Proverb -

The single greatest cause of atheism in the world today, is christians. Who acknowledge it with their lips, and walk out the door, and deny it by their lifestyles. That’s what a unbelieving world simply finds unbelievable.
- 'What if I stumble' by DC Talk -

Some birds are just not meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright and when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up, does rejoice, but still, the place that you live in is that much more drab and empty now that they’re gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
- The Shawshank Redemption -

- When your dreams turn to dust, vacuum.
- Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important.
- Three words sum up what you can count on in life: It goes on.

MICHAEL FRANTI & SPEARHEAD - TIME TO GO HOME

Those who start wars, never fight them
And those who fight wars, they never like them
And those who write laws, they can't recite them
And those of us who just fight laws, we live and die them

But I know they never gonna tell you why, no
They only wanna tell you lies, no
Never ever gonna tell you why, no
They only wanna tell you lies, no
Never ever gonna tell you why, no
They only wanna tell you lies
Its time...it's time to go home

Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no
Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no (it's time to go home)
Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no
Don't take our boys away, no

Those who build walls are pretending
That forever they can defend them
Those who dam streams can build fountains (yes they can)
But those of us who just let them run free...we can move mountains

But I know they never gonna tell you why, no
They only wanna tell you lies, no
Never ever gonna tell you why, no
They only wanna tell you lies, no
Never ever gonna tell you why, no
They only wanna tell you lies
Its time...it's time to go home

Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no
Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no (it's time to go home)
Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no
Don't take our boys away, no

It's time
It's time!
How many people were they runnin from and
How many people never saw it comin
How many people never heard the warning
How many people never stayed at home and
How many people never heard the call and
How many people never saw it all and
How many people did they spend it on and
How many people got to sing this song and
How many people never heard the cry and
How many people gotten pushed aside and
How many people never saw the doves fly
How many people never said goodbye and
How many people never saw the fall and
How many people til we end it all and
How many people never saw the wrong and
How many people did we drop the bomb on

Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no
Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no
Don't take our boys away, no
Don't take our girls away, no
Don't take our boys away
It's time
It's time to go home

Away
Away, highway ridin'
Away, highway ridin'
Away
Away (Away)
Away (Away)
Away (Don't take our boys away)
Away
__________________________________________________
MICHAEL FRANTI & SPEARHEAD - OBAMA SONG

Yes, Yes, Yes It’s time
Ya all come together, uh,uh

Barack Obama! Yes, we can yeah!
Barack Obama! We all come together now!
Barack Obama! Ya ya ya! Barack Obama!

Barack Obama’s making history man
He’s Coming with a message for the people
saying “yes we can” yo!
Si se puede today is a new day
So come on and throw your hands up
Every woman every man!

Barack Obama! Yes, we can yeah!
Barack Obama! We all come together now!
Barack Obama! Ya ya ya! Barack Obama!

Building blocks of a new vow
A million stops and a new route
The acting out of the possible feels
Better than the few doubts
Political change
Critical claims
All in attempts to embellish the reign
Of power to the people – so that we may develop
The sequel of living
In love for the peaceful
Pushing the envelope honoring all
Of the work
Paying attention to reason
Dipping our feet in deeper than
Moderate worth
Teaching minds of a new height
Seeking finds of a new light
This is the meaning of outreach
When it’s outta reach we still fight

Barack Obama! Yes, we can yeah!
Barack Obama! We all come together now!
Barack Obama! Ya ya ya! Barack Obama!

I’d like to pay respect and love to he
Who’ll have us know that we can be
Whatever we dream
Take my hand, let’s take this stand
If they say, “No you can’t”
You tell them, “Yes we can!”
Yes we can, yes we can, yes we can
Yes we can, yes we can, yes we can
It’s time for the revolution, every woman man
If they say, “No you can’t”
You tell them, “Yes we can!”

Barack Obama! Yes, we can yeah!
Barack Obama! We all come together now!
Barack Obama! Ya ya ya! Barack Obama!

It’s been so long now
We all come together now
It’s been so long now
We all come together now
We all come together now!!!
We all come together now!!!

Remember doesn’t matter
Who you are we are all one people
Time fe soar through the sky like an eagle
Get up, stand up! And fight for your rights
Unity strength, now look what it leave!!!

Barack Obama! Yes, we can!
Barack Obama! Making history
Barack Obama! Yes, we can yeah
Barack Obama! It takes you and me

Barack Obama! It’s been so long now!!
Barack Obama! We all come together now!
All come together now!!! all come together now.

Bob Dylan 'believes in You'

A nostalgic song from my parents generation where Bob Dylan was converted to Christianity (1979) and started producing Christian albums. Here is one of his songs that I find simply beautiful titled 'I believe in you' from the album 'Slow train coming'. (More to read on the link below)

I Believe In You - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGRGrQ6VvQc

They ask me how I feel
And if my love is real
And how I know I'll make it through.
And they, they look at me and frown,
They'd like to drive me from this town,
They don't want me around
'Cause I believe in you.

They show me to the door,
They say don't come back no more
'Cause I don't be like they'd like me to,
And I walk out on my own
A thousand miles from home
But I don't feel alone
'Cause I believe in you.

I believe in you even through the tears and the laughter,
I believe in you even though we be apart.
I believe in you even on the morning after.
Oh, when the dawn is nearing
Oh, when the night is disappearing
Oh, this feeling is still here in my heart.

Don't let me drift too far,
Keep me where you are
Where I will always be renewed.
And that which you've given me today
Is worth more than I could pay
And no matter what they say
I believe in you.

I believe in you when winter turn to summer,
I believe in you when white turn to black,
I believe in you even though I be outnumbered.
Oh, though the earth may shake me
Oh, though my friends forsake me
Oh, even that couldn't make me go back.

Don't let me change my heart,
Keep me set apart
From all the plans they do pursue.
And I, I don't mind the pain
Don't mind the driving rain
I know I will sustain
'Cause I believe in you.

Copyright ©1979 Special Rider Music
To read more: http://www.crossrhythms.co.uk/articles/music/Bob_Dylan/7795/p1/

In the Middle - Mat Kearney

"In The Middle"

I meant it all and every part
And every word right from the start
I'll never let this love fall in the middle
'Cause you know you broke the hardest part
You know you broke the hardest heart
I'll never let this love fall in the middle
Through it all

Fifteen years old in a sea of blank faces
Swimming bold against a stream that's mocking as it races
In these halls, mountain high under a tangerine sky
Crack a smile just to hide the race that's inside
Eighteen years old bags packed and a pass for the rail
One last look at the past as it drowns in the hail
One in a million, still I keep feeling you keep me from a fall
A world to lose coming back with you tall
Through it all

No parachutes or safety nets here
One foot in the water to face these fears
Coming out strong like I can't be wrong
I said eh, I won't fall in the middle

Twenty five here I am with freshman LPs
One life to write one, two years to repeat
Behind a curtain, uncertain if an encore's in store
Tuck my shoulder like a soldier to knock down the door
Thirty something here I am running with kisses for one girl
These scars upon my sleeve still casting out my pearls
Throw each stone microphone like it's my last turn
With a kiss to the abyss and watch the ripples return
Through it all

And I'm gonna be alright, I'm gonna be alright
With you by my side
And I said I'm gonna be alright, I'm gonna be alright
With you through this fight
Through it all

I meant it all and every part
And every word right from the start
I'll never let this love fall in the middle
Through it all
- Mat Kearney -

HOPE

Again and again I bump into this song. Of how it basically formulates in every word that of what exactly lives in my heart and that I can't deny. Where I just finished watching another Louie Giglio sermon ("Hope; when life hurts most") I am all re-confirmed again that words such as "Hope" are underestimated. Where that is to find and what strenght it holds. Thinking about this 'Laminin' thing...there I come right back to the discovery of the month ;-) --> He HOLDS it all together. Tadaaa!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLy8ksqGf9w (Kristin Getty singing)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MA9WbEn-Nj8 (Natalie Grant singing)

In Christ alone my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength, my song;
this Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
when fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All,
here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone! who took on flesh
Fulness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones he came to save:
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied -
For every sin on Him was laid;
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave he rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine -
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath.
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand.

Laminin

Today I was watching a DVD sermon by Louie Giglio...and I was BLOWN AWAY!
I want to share what I learned....but I fear not being able to convey it as well as I want.
I will share anyway.

He (Louie) was talking about how inconceivably BIG our God is...how He spoke the universe into being...how He breathes stars out of His mouth that are huge raging balls of fire...etc. etc. Then He went on to speak of how this star-breathing, universe creating God ALSO knitted our human bodies together with amazing detail and wonder. I remember so many times thinking...."How can ANYONE deny that a Creator did all of this?"

Louie went on to talk about how we can trust that the God who created all this, also has the power to hold it all together when things seem to be falling apart...how our loving Creator is also our sustainer.

And then I lost my breath...
For, Louie started talking about laminin.
Here is how wikipedia describes them :"Laminins are a family of proteins that are an integral part of the structural scaffolding of basement membranes in almost every animal tissue." You see....laminins are what hold us together....LITERALLY. They are cell adhesion molecules. They are what holds one cell of our bodies to the next cell. Without them, we would literally fall apart. But what I didn't know is what laminin LOOKED LIKE.


But now I do. And I have thought about it a thousand times since (already)....
Here is what the structure of laminin looks like...AND THIS IS NOT a "Christian portrayal" of it....if you look up laminin in any scientific/medical piece of literature, this is what you will see...

Now tell me that our God is not the coolest! :)
Amazing.
The glue that holds us together....ALL of us....is in the shape of the cross.
Immediately Colossians 1:15-17 comes to mind.
"He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation.
For by Him all things were created; things in heaven and on earth , visible and invisible,
whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities;
all things were created by him and for him.
He is before all things,
and in him all things HOLD TOGETHER. "
Colossians 1:15-17

Call me crazy. I just think that is very, very, very cool.
Thousands of years before the world knew anything about laminin, Paul penned those words. And now we see that from a very literal standpoint, we are held together...one cell to another....by the cross.

You would never in a quadrillion years convince me that is anything other than the mark of a Creator who knew EXACTLY what laminin "glue" would look like long before Adam even breathed his first breath!!

Praise the Lord!

Bus Face

Stepping inside, I concentrate on the driver
Maybe I’ll be the only friendly passenger he meets today
Greet him kindly, nod my head and
“Good evening to you” I say.
Although the reaction varies I don’t give up
For often times I read on his forehead
Who are you? Your friend? No!
Well then, move along and shut up.

I turn to the left and scan the room
Walk the runway and smile
Meanwhile…
My only goal is to find that most convenient spot;
Next to a window, not too far in the back,
close to the stop-button and hmm… let’s see – who’s hot?

Awkwardly I try to balance my feet on this ground
The bus starts to make this one and only bus-sound
I am pressed forward and quickly take my seat
A neighbour,
Shall I…say it?
“I’m Stef, hi – it’s nice we meet?”
Nah, why should I?
So I decide to my very-close-sitting neighbour, not to greet.

There I sit, bound to this place
For the next forty minutes;
I gaze…
What will I do, where can I look?
How can I pretend being busy without my music nor my book?
The sound of passing by cars is what I start to count
But once I turn my head to look out and watch them go
My view more catches my neighbours’ lit up reflection in the window
Quickly I change and look to the right
But it’s dark and black, no cars on that side.
Here I am, six minutes have passed…
Wai-wai-wait! My cellphone! At last!
Finally now I found use in my life
I have friends! In my list.
Calls I could have missed
I am busy
Now, don’t you dare bothering me.

Gossip


A woman was gossiping with her friend about a man whom they hardly knew – (I know none of you have ever done this).
That night, she had a dream: a great hand appeared over her and pointed down on her. She was immediately seized with an overwhelming sense of guilt.
The next day she went to confession. She got the old parish priest, Father O' Rourke, and she told him the whole thing.
'Is gossiping a sin?' she asked the old man. 'Was that God All Mighty's hand pointing down at me? Should I ask for your absolution? Father, have I done something wrong?'
'Yes,' Father O' Rourke answered her. 'Yes, you ignorant, badly-brought-up female. You have blamed false witness on your neighbor. You played fast and loose with his reputation, and you should be heartily ashamed.'
So, the woman said she was sorry, and asked for forgiveness.

'Not so fast,' says O' Rourke. 'I want you to go home, take a pillow upon your roof, cut it open with a knife, and return here to me.'
So, the woman went home: took a pillow off her bed, a knife from the drawer, went up the fire escape to her roof, and stabbed the pillow.
Then she went back to the old parish priest as instructed.
'Did you cut the pillow with a knife?' he says.
'Yes, Father.'
'And what were the results?'
'Feathers,' she said.
'Feathers?' he repeated.
'Feathers; everywhere, Father.'
'Now I want you to go back and gather up every last feather that flew out onto the wind.'
'Well,' she said, 'it can't be done. I don't know where they went. The wind took them all over.'
'And that,' said Father O' Rourke, 'is gossip!'

Doubt


(From 'Doubt' directed by John Patrick Shanley)

What do you do when you’re not sure?
That’s the topic of my sermon today.
Last year when president Kennedy was assassinated who among us did not experience the most profound disorientation? Despair. Which way? What now? What do I say to my kids? What do I tell myself?
There was a time of people sitting together, bound together by a common feeling of hopelessness.
But think of that: your bond with your fellow being was your despair. It was a public experience, it was awful! But we were in it together.
How much worse is it then for the lone man, a lone woman stricken by a private calamity?
No one knows I’m sick. No one knows I lost my last real friend. No one knows I’ve done something wrong. Imagine the isolation.
You see the world just through a window. On one side of the glass happy and troubled people and on the other side, you.
I want to tell you a story:
A cargo ship sank one night. It caught fire and went down. And only this one sailor survived. He found a lifeboat, made the sail and being nautical disciplined he turned his eyes to the heavens and read the stars. He set a course for his home and exhausted fell asleep. Clouds rolled in and through the next twenty nights he could no longer see the stars. He thought he was on course but there was no way to be certain. And as the days rolled on and the sailor wasted away he began to have doubts. Had he set his course right? Was he still going on towards his home?
Or was he horribly lost and doomed to a terrible death? No way to know.
The message of the constellations, had he imagined it because of his desperate circumstance or had he seen truth once and now had to hold on to it without further reassurance?
There are those of you in church today who know exactly the crisis of Faith I describe.
And I want to say to you: Doubt can be bond as powerful and sustaining as certainty.
When you are lost you are not alone...

Keb' Mo' - I'm amazing


Brother,
I need to talk to you
This might sound strange
And you’ll probably think I’m crazy and I’ve lost my mind,
Well, okay
I’m amazing; I’m incredible
I’m a miracle, a dream come drue
I’m marvelous; I’m beautiful
Guess what?
So are you.

People,
It’s becoming clear
I can feel it down in my soul.
I know that I am you and you are me.
Uh-oh.
And I’m grateful for the simple things
That we take for granted every day
Listen,
I can walk I can talk, I can use my mind.
Okay.
I’m amazing; I’m incredible
I’m a miracle, a dream come true
I’m marvelous; I’m beautiful
Guess what?
So are you.

That don’t mean we’re better than anyone or anything
It’s a call to come together and accept responsibility
And be amazing, incredible
You’re a miracle, a dream come true
And I’m marvelous; I’m beautiful
Guess what?
So are you.

The irresistable Revolution - Shane Claiborne

Living as an Ordinary Radical

Many of us find ourselves caught somewhere between unbelieving activists and inactive believers. We can write a check to feed starving children or hold signs in the streets and feel like we’ve made a difference without ever encountering the faces of the suffering masses. In this book, Shane Claiborne describes an authentic faith rooted in belief, action, and love, inviting us into a movement of the Spirit that begins inside each of us and extends into a broken world. Shane’s faith led him to dress the wounds of lepers with Mother Teresa, visit families in Iraq amidst bombings, and dump $10,000 in coins and bills on Wall Street to redistribute wealth. Shane lives out this revolution each day in his local neighborhood, an impoverished community in North Philadelphia, by living among the homeless, helping local kids with homework, and “practicing resurrection” in the forgotten places of our world.

Shane’s message will comfort the disturbed, and disturb the comfortable . . . but will also invite us into an irresistible revolution. His is a vision for ordinary radicals ready to change the world with little acts of love.

Wise choice making - Choosing your mate (Creflo Dollar)


After a sermon of Creflo Dollar on 'Wise decision making' - now on 'Choosing a mate':

The SECOND GREATEST decision will be of who’s going to be your mate. Who will be your life-partner? Your happiness is going to be based on your choice, who YOU choose to live your life with.

2 Establishments:
1. This choice will determine to a great extend your degree of happiness.
2. It will have a permanent baring on your children and their emotional well-being.

First, 3 principles:
Some sort of spiritual base:
1. DO NOT seek a mate! SEEK GOD! (Of course you can do the practical checking out of people, but do NOT making seeking a mate a priority over seeking God.) There is no such thing as a perfect mate. Who ever you choose, they will have an issue. You need to find out what that issue is before you get married. The dating process should be a process in search for that issue. Everybody needs to be healed, somewhere. Marriage is designed to bring about healing in the lives of two people that have issues. When you make seeking God the priority in the process of finding a mate, He will be able to assist you. (Make your requests known)
2. Respect your parents judgement. They will see some-thing about the person that you may have missed. They will ask the question that you didn’t think about. Don’t fall too in love, before you can get the judgements of the parents. What if you're parents are not around? What if your mom and dad are crazy? Find an elder people who’ve been married for a while and talk to them.
3. Marry a spiritual person. Marry a Christian, a real one. You wanna make sure you’re harmonizing when you choose a mate.

33 Question you need to ask yourself and answer before you walk down the isle.
Now you need to get them 33 questions because you might be about to say “I do” to an alien, you’re about to say “I do” to… the Exorcist-lady. You can even run through all these questions as married people. If there are things here you didn’t think about or resolve, you can still make the decisions of working on them and resolving them today.

1. Are they Christian people? Vital! You gotta make sure you have enough character and willing to walk away. You gotta make your mind up, whenever you enter a relationship, willing to walk away. Maintain your standards.
2. What kind of Christian person is he/she? A tree shall be known by the fruit that it bears. Saying you’re a Christian is not enough.
3. Is this person truly committed in loving and obeying God? This is the purpose for the dating process. Obedient to the Word of God. Now, YOU gotta know the Word first of course. This is Discovery Channel! Are you a clown? Are you a fool? Are you a Psycho? First of all: Are you married? Sometimes Christian people are so gullible, all they need someone hear saying is ‘Praise the Lord’…Well, demons can say that!
4. Do you have compatibility in spiritual things? We know that the Word is spiritual. Are you compatible people where prayer is concerned? Do you both like praying? Do you both agree with fasting every now and then? Do you agree that it’s important to get the Word of God and to get an understanding of God’s Word? Do you both agree that it’s important to meditate on God’s Word? To live by it?
5. Do you agree on the major doctrines of the Bible? First of all, do you KNOW the major doctrines of the Bible? On the doctrine of Baptism? On the doctrine of the Trinity? The doctrine of Righteousness? The doctrine of Faith? Beautiful teeth…SPIT! Are they yours? Point is: You gotta talk!
6. Do you agree on the Church you will attend?
7. Do you agree on how you will spend your time and money? Especially people with a career. Because there’s a certain amount of time you should schedule together. Are you able to communicate with me of how we will spend our money or are you going to tell me it’s none of my business?! There’s something to be hidden when it comes to that. There needs to be transparency in a marriage. That’s what intimacy means: IN TO ME SEE. There can be no intimacy without vulnerability. If it is too good to be true, It’s NOT. If he’s too good to be true, he’s not! If she’s too good to be true, she’s not!
8. Can you trust this person?
9. Have this person given you ANY reason NOT to trust him/her?
10. How does he/she handle adversity?
11. Does this person trust God or fall into unbelief regularly?
12. Have you ever seen him/her angry? Because anger is an expression of fear and you should see how much fear they got.
13. Have you seen this individual angry with YOU?
14. Did you resolve the conflict in a Biblical way? Or did you just ignore it?
15. Was forgiveness asked for and granted or did you just forget the issue after a while? Deal with the issue straight up and ask for forgiveness.
16. Does he have a way to provide for you?
17. Is he or she responsible person with money? Is she an emotional spender? Or do you have a husband who spends his money and doesn’t tell you about it?
18. Is he/she a good example? ‘Cause one day you guys are going to have children. Is that the example you want your children to follow?
19. What issues do you agree or disagree on?
20. Does the person have control over his or her sex-drive? Because if he cannot control his sex-drive while you are dating, then most likely when you get married you are going to have to be concerned about external marital affairs.
21. (In the light of question 20) Is there pressure on you, to have sex, in that relationship? You don’t want to end up with someone like that.
22. Does your prospective mate respect you? Your opinions?
23. Does he or she listen to you and receive your ideas and/or corrections or are you not even consulted over the decisions?
24. Is there mutual/equal submission between the two of you? Can each of you give and receive ideas, advice or corrections to one another or one is open and the other’s closed to it?
25. Is he/she really open to your inputs?
26. Have your resolved the conflicts that have come up between you and have you done it lovingly? Have you dated this person long enough to even have had a conflict?
27. How does your prospective mate treat other people? Have you ever seen this person around other folk? How do they act around other people?
28. Have you dated this person long enough to have an idea what he/she struggles with in their daily life? Don’t be gullible! If it looks too good to be true; IT’S NOT! No-body is perfect! How many times do I have to tell you that? Do background checks!
29. Can you live with the areas your prospective mate is not dealing with very well? Money-issues, a deceiving character, eating powdered donuts, disrespecting men because of her bad relationship with her father…etc.
30. Is this person a giving person? If he or she is not interested in giving you the majority of his or her time – then that will not be a happy marriage. Your pitcher is going to be empty one. Find someone who is looking for ways to bless you. I’m not talking about material things – I’m talking about one another.
31. Do you have the effect of communication-skills?
32. Is your prospective mate your best friend? Because, friendship is a central within marriage.
33. (-for the divorced amongst us…) Do I understand why you got divorced in the first place? Have you changed in those areas where you have gone wrong?

Depart, with a wrinkled face but a brand new heart


Lay down
Lay your sweet lovely on the ground
Lay your love on the track
We're gonna break the monster's back
Lay down your treasure
Lay it down now brother
You don't have time
For a jealous lover
As you enter this life
I pray you depart
With a wrinkled face
And a brand new heart
I don't know if I can take it
I'm not easy on my knees
Here's my heart you can break it
I need some release.
We need
Love and peace.

Portals stress


"I had this guy, he leaves me a voicemail at work so I called him at home, then he e-mailed me to my blackberry and so I texted him to his cell and then he e-mailed me to my home-account and the whole thing just got outta control. I miss the days where you had 1 phonenumber and 1 answeringmachine and that 1 answeringmachine had 1 casette-tape and that 1 casette-tape either 1 message from a guy or it didn't where now I have to go and check around all these different portals just to get rejected by 7 different technoligies! It's exhausting.

One step closer to knowing


I'm 'round the corner from anything that's real
I'm across the road from hope
I'm under a bridge in a rip tide
That's taken everything I call my own
One step closer to knowing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhEpQ_skNuY&feature=related
I'm on an island at a busy intersection
I can't go forward, I can't turn back
Can't see the future
It's getting away from me
I just watch the tail lights glowing
One step closer to knowing

I'm hanging out to dry
With my old clothes
Finger still red with the prick of an old rose
Well the heart that hurts
Is a heart that beats
Can you hear the drummer slowing?
One step closer to knowing...


Comes the morning
When I can feel
That there's nothing left to be concealed
Moving on a scene surreal
No, my heart will never
Will never be far from here

Sure as I am breathing
Sure as I'm sad
I'll keep this wisdom in my flesh
I leave here believing more than I had
And there's a reason I'll be
A reason I'll be back

As I walk
The Hemisphere
*I've got* my wish
To up and disappear

*I've been* wounded
*I've been* healed
Now for landing *I've been*
Landing *I've been* cleared

Sure as I'm breathing
Sure as I'm sad
I'll keep this wisdom
In my flesh

I leave here believing
More than I had
This Love has got
No Ceiling

- Eddie Vedder -

My red balloon


Cheers
In the blue of the evening
Cheers
We drink Pomerol or Pommard
I cheer
On the shores of the Loire
Cheers
Where I have lost all hope
Cheers
Tastes I have forgotten
The melancholy
Of a faded widow
The wine
Strokes my palate
Cheers
I clink on your health
Think about
Us, the enjoyers of life
Warm milk, cinnamon and clear water
Now we drink every evening
A nectarine
With a bitter taste
Cheers
The heavens become heavy
Cheers
Too much Saint-amour
Sadness
At the light of the bar
Cheers
To you, my red balloon

Mindbottlin' quote


"Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin', 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president."

Other side of the world


Over the sea and far away
She's waiting like an Iceberg
Waiting to change,
But she's cold inside
She wants to be like
the water.

All the muscles tighten in her face
Buries her soul in one embrace
They're one and the same
Just like water.

Then the fire fades away
But most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's too hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're.... the other side of the world
to me

On comes the panic light
Holding on with fingers
and feelings alike
But the time has come
To move along

Then the fire fades away
But most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's too hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're.... the other side of the world

Can you help me?
Can you let me go
And can you still love me
When you can't see me anymore

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!


When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.
Then sings my soul: My Saviour God, to Thee; How great Thou art!

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

The very thought of you...


The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do
I'm living in a kind of daydream
I'm happy as a king
And foolish though it may seem
To me that's everything

The mere idea of you,
the longing here for you
You'll never know how slow
the moments go till I'm near to you

I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love

One wants a teller in a time like this

(by Gwendolyn Brooks)

One wants a teller in a time like this

One's not a man, one's not a woman grown
To bear enormous business all alone.

One cannot walk this winding street with pride
Straight-shouldered, tranquil-eyed,
Knowing one knows for sure the way back home.
One wonders if one has a home.

One is not certain if or why or how.
One wants a Teller now:

Put on your rubbers and you won't catch a cold
Here's hell, there's heaven. Go to Sunday School
Be patient, time brings all good things--(and cool
Stong balm to calm the burning at the brain?)
Behold,
Love's true, and triumphs; and God's actual.

I wandered as a lonely cloud


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth