Modern Psalmists

June 7, 2014 — Leave a comment

The ability to lyrically draw forth the deep groans and gratitudes of the soul is somewhat miraculous. It’s genius. It’s a gift that’s been given to mankind through mankind for centuries. It’s likely that humanity would find itself in far worse condition if it weren’t for the gifted men and women who seem so beautifully synced, so profoundly connected to the crux of life and soul. They’re bestowed with the transcendent ability to translate into language the very things that are beyond language. They’re soul-language interpreters. Continue Reading…

I hail from the land called Denver. Two amazingly beautiful towns sit about an hour south and a half hour northwest of Colorado’s capital city. One is Colorado Springs. The other is Boulder.

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There are days when I long for ignorance. The problem is, you can’t go back to the land of ignorance. You can only remain there. Once you leave your homeland, any attempt to return is willful ignorance, and you actually end up in the land of denial. Both lands can seem blissful, but denial requires more stupidity. Ignorance is Bliss - Calvin off cliff

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Art, if it can be ascribed value, is most valuable when its beauty (and the beauty of the truth it tells) bewilders, confounds, defies evil itself; it does so by making what has been unmade; it subverts the spirit of the age; it mends the heart by whispering mysteries the mind alone can’t fathom; it fulfills its highest calling when into all the clamor of Hell it tells the unbearable, beautiful, truth that Christ has died, Christ is risen, and Christ will come again. None of these songs and stories matter if the beauty they’re adding to isn’t the kind of beauty that redeems and reclaims.

That doesn’t mean every song and every story has to be a sermon. Not at all! But the very existence of great stories and stirring music and good art is a sermon itself. That anyone at all in the world would set their sad heart and tired hands to the work of wreaking beauty out of chaos is a monument to Grace. It reminds us of light and high beauty, and it laments the world’s great sorrow. It gives the heart language to rejoice and language to mourn.

~ Andrew Peterson at The Rabbit Room: Little Things Matter

“Art is most valuable when its beauty…defies evil itself…”

PainKillers

April 20, 2014 — Leave a comment

illegal-drugsSmoke. Snort. Pop. Eat. Drink. Romp. Inject.

Pot. Speed. X. Coke. Acid. Shrooms. Liquor. Sex.

It was more than a hobby. More than a recreational pursuit of a good time. It was LIFE. Those painkillers/life-enhancers were what I lived for. What else was there? I was the consummate day-trader. Exchanging canyon-low for sky-high. Palpable darkness for synthetic light. Irrepressible pain for fleeting pleasure.

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house crashing to seaGray shades rumble. Blue enveloped by fierce waves of crashing and flashing. This storm. I’ve seen it before.

Thrashing percussion. Winds pound heart drums. Torrents flood the soul. A house of cards crumbles atop sandy foundations. Flushed away by cynical rains.

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Now this looks like a job for me, so everybody just follow me, ‘Cause we need a little controversy, ‘Cause it feels so empty without me.  ~Slim Shady

Necrology
Following Jesus Sucks (FJS) was introduced to the world (with great fanfare) in September 2011. The gobbledygook that sprang from the capitulum atop my neck slapped retinas around the globe for a year. But then, the ever deepening truth that “following Jesus sucks,” rocked me like a hurricane. Disillusionment gripped my soul. Pain overcame. FJS tasted earth and rock like the trillions of worms it now called roommates. Gobbledygook was buried, and no one came to the funeral. Maybe one day it, like many of its roomies, would be unearthed, finding its way into the mouths of little fishies eager to gobble-the-gook. (Disclaimer: No offensive slang is intended in this last phrase. So don’t go there!)

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