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Name: Josh
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I have climbed highest mountain
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire
I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
I believe in the kingdom come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
Well yes I'm still running
You broke the bonds and you
Loosed the chains
Carried the cross
Of my shame
Of my shame
You know I believed it
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for...
Listening to this song on the way home from work the other day, I was
thinking about what it meant, and how many Christians criticised Bono
for saying the cross wasn't enough. But before the song had
barely started, I felt like God was telling me to listen to the song as
if it were his words sung to me.
It broke my heart. God has done so much to open a way for us to
have an intimate relationship with him, and he's "still running," doing
so much more in our daily lives. We reply, "You broke the bonds
and you
/ Loosed the chains /
Carried the cross Of my shame / You know I believed it." But we
stop at mere belief, shunning the experiential love of a true
friendship with God. And so God continues to cry to all who have
ears:
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for...
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| What is art? Oft an elusive, ambiguous term, to be sure.
But I was thinking earlier, and all of a sudden it struck me.
Actually, I wasn't thinking about "art" per se--I had just finished
watching Finding Neverland (which was excellent), and I was
marveling at the magical greatness of James Barrie's Peter
Pan. It has enchanted people for years. And I thought
for a moment what it would be like if Barrie had never written it for
some reason--the world would be a bit poorer and a little
different. For no one else would have written it in Barrie's
stead--it was unique to him. And in a flash I realized: that is
the definition of art.
Art is that which is unique to its author, that which no one else would
have come up with otherwise. While we give credit to Edison for
the light bulb, we do not consider it art--someone else would have
invented it soon enough if Edison didn't. But only Da Vinci could have painted the
Mona Lisa; if he didn't, no one would have. Thus we consider it
art. Only Shakespeare could have written Hamlet, Macbeth, and the rest--art. It was unique to him.
And the greater the uniqueness, the more distinct a man's vision from
that of others, the more we consider it to be art, and great art.
Homer, J.R.R. Tolkien, Leonardo da Vinci, George Lucas, Charles
Dickens--our world would not be the same without men such as
these. Their art has enriched the world because of their great
vision and uniqueness. We value what they gave us, their art,
because it is uniquely theirs.
That is the secret to discovering the beauty in art. Simply
search for its uniqueness. Ask yourself, "Could I or anyone else
have created this?" And pause to marvel at the answer.
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| This
is way cool. Behold the future of the graphic user interface.
=) Access all the information and programs on your computer and
the internet through a neverending fractal.
Note: I think it is a big download, like 8 MB, so a high-speed connection is advised. ;)
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| Gabriel has gone to where the streets have no name. He can run
and dance on the golden streets as the Son shines on his face.
This is a tribute to Gabe and a message of hope, however bittersweet,
for Mike, Renee, and Mr. & Mrs. Benavidez:
Where The Streets Have No Name, By U2
I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear
Without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
The city's aflood
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
Our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, and I see love
See our love turn to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
When I remember the few times I saw Gabe, I remember how cheerfully
innocent he was. He was always having fun, enjoying the time he
had. But he wasn't made for this earth--none of us were. So
he has gone nearly as soon as he could, and now dances with stars in
his eyes by the light of the moon. He is free. Free from
this life. Free from pain. Free from tears. And yet we cry. But that's OK:
Magic, by Ben Folds Five
From the back of your big brown eyes
I knew you'd be gone as soon as you could
And I hoped you would
We could see that you weren't yourself
And the lines on your face did tell
It's just as well
You'd never be yourself again
Saw you last night
Dance by the light of the moon
Stars in your eyes
Free from the life that you knew
You're the magic that holds the sky up from the ground
You're the breath the blows these cool winds 'round
Trading places with an angel now
Saw you last night
Dance by the light of the moon
Stars in your eyes
Free from the life that you knew
Saw you last night
Stars in the sky
Smiled in my room
Yes, we cry. Because it hurts. But after we weep, we can be
comforted by those around us. We carry each other, and remember
that it is all alright in heaven and on earth--every little
thing. Heaven really is the better place to be. And here on
earth, God has promised that he will work every little thing--good or
bad, big or small, happy or sad--for our good.
Every Little Thing, by Delirious
Everything must change
There’s a mirror showing me the ugly truth
These bones they ache with holy fire
But I’ve got nothing to give, just a life to live
If your world is without colour
I will carry you, if you carry me
Every little thing’s gonna be alright
Every little thing’s gonna be alright
Every little thing’s gonna be alright
Every little thing’s gonna be alright
There’s no-one else to blame
I live my life between the fire and the flame
I’ve built my house where the ocean meets the land
It’s time to live again, pull my dreams out of the sand
Let your world be full of colour
I will carry you, if you carry me
Every little thing’s gonna be alright
Every little thing’s gonna be alright
Every little thing’s gonna be alright
Every little thing’s gonna be alright
When it’s all falling down on you
You’re crying out but you’re breaking in two
When it’s all crashing down on you
When there’s nothing you can do
There is someone who can carry you
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing’s gonna be alright
Every little thing’s gonna be alright
Every little thing’s gonna be alright
Every little thing’s gonna be alright
Every little thing’s gonna be alright
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| Mortal Fingers
April 20, 2004
Funny how life marches on.
Relentless and unyielding as the tide.
As you surf the waves of life,
Don't hold on to just one,
Not for too long.
Careful now,
If you do,
You'll miss the next,
Or worse,
Be crushed by it.
Harder and harder,
We try to hold on,
To grasp the tide
But it's no use.
The more we try
The quicker it slips
Through our mortal fingers. | | |
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