Don't pass this up

If you were forced to choose whether you wanted to be deaf or blind, what would you choose?

Strange, I know. I’m not even sure I can answer. At first, I think of how much I hate being in the dark (literally and figuratively). I mean, it’s a real hatred. And I think of how inconvenient it would be to try and get around this world (or even the block) without sight. I once saw a documentary about this completely blind South American guy who could walk, ride a bike, even drive a car… by using how sound echoes off objects. I know it sounds impossible, but you can’t deny his lifestyle or his blindness. Anyhow, I think you probably have to be a super smart genius to figure all that out. So the ‘pro’ of being blind instead of deaf is that my other senses would (hopefully) be ultra sensitive and heightened. Another ‘pro’ is that there would still be music, which may be the ultimate ‘pro’ of being blind instead of deaf. Music has been such a ginormous contributor to my worldview, spiritual journey of worship, and all around well-being on multiple levels.

Could I live without music? Well, if I try to imagine the subtraction of all forms of music that contributed to my spiritual life… it’s not void, but it’s coldly silent. So I guess, for me, the question is… would I rather journey through life in the dark with the most glorious music or journey through life in the silence of light? Think I’d choose the music.

Hey, speaking of music, an extraordinary album was released today: Brooke Fraser’s “Flags”. I can’t say that about many albums. I mean, there is David Crowder’s “Church Music” album that is creatively phenomenal, Derek Webb’s controversial “She Must & Shall Go Free”, Glorious Unseen’s string of heartfelt cries in “The Hope That Lies In You”, John Mark McMillan’s call of awakening the dead in “The Medicine”, Laura Woodley Osman’s trilogy of transparent Spirit-led worship, and of course Carmen’s electric “R.I.O.T” album.

Just kiddin’ about that last one, even though it was my favorite as I delivered newspapers as a 12 year old.

If my opinion counts for anything more than taking up room in cyber space, if you’re a fellow lover of lyrically brilliant, melodic brilliance, and a thematic thread through an entire album… don’t pass this up. Even if you get confused on itunes and click “purchase” two times, buy it twice if you have to… not that I know anyone that did that *eyes avoidingly sliding to the left corners of my eyes*

The song below is my favorite. Brooke must have had a year like me.

It was the year
The crows and the locusts came
The fields drained dry the rain
The fields are bleeding

“Daddy don’t cry, it’ll be alright”
She puts some water on the wound
And hums a little tune
While her courage puddles on the ground
Pooling, pooling

See the murder and the swarm descend
And the night is getting thick
The moon telling her tricks
She’ll betray you every time

It was the year
The crows and the locusts came
The fields drained dry the rain
The fields are bleeding

It was the age
The foxes came for the fields
We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
And prayed for mercy, prayed for mercy

The rumble is low and the heat is high
Got a feeling that there’s rain out in the oil black sky
Gonna chase away the devil when that sun does rise
Gonna plead the blood
Gonna plead the blood

It was the year
The crows and the locusts came
The fields drained dry the rain
The fields are bleeding

It was the age
The foxes came for the fields
We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
And prayed for mercy, prayed for mercy

She limps on up to the top of a mount
Looks at the faltered harvest
Feels her sweat in the ground and the burn in her nose
And the knowing in her guts
Something’s still gonna grow
She ain’t leaving ’till it does.

What can wash away my sin
Nothing but the blood…
What can make me whole again
Nothing but the blood…

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Weighty Love

He is jealous for me.

And He loves like a hurricane.

I am a tree.

Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.

And all of a sudden

I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory.

And I realize just how beautiful You are

And how great Your affections are for me.

Oh, how He loves us…

Sketch of Eph. 1.3-14

Been digging into Ephesians 1… you know, that incredibly long sentence that, if you ever inserted it into a paper for school, you would probably get an automatic fail? Yeah, THAT one. It always intimidated me because, well… it goes on forever. Most of the parts of it make sense to me, but it’s always been hard for me to put it all together and see the big picture of what Paul is saying.

So, as I’ve been ruminating on the the pieces and parts of this puzzle, a chart starting evolving in my mind. I’m a visual learner, so the picture was a helpful tool for me to put Paul’s thoughts in visual form to avoid the confusion of the longest sentence in the Bible. Maybe it will be helpful for someone out in the virtual world who accidentally stumbles across my blog in their search for a scholarly explanation of Ephesians 1.3-14. [Click on the picture for a magnification]