Always- Switchfoot

This is the start
This is your heart
This is the day you were born
This is the sun
These are your lungs
This is the day you were born

And I am always yours

These are the scars
Deep in your heart
This is the place you were born
This is the hole
Where most of your soul
Comes ripping out
From the places you've been torn

And it is always yours
But I am always yours

Hallelujah!
I'm caving in
Hallelujah!
I'm in love again
Hallelujah!
I'm a wretched man
Hallelujah!
Every breath is a second chance

And it is always yours
And I am always yours

Mess of Me-- Official Vid

Broken in Love

Gil came and led worship at our church's annual conference with some of the other guys from his church in North Caroline-- He played this song following a word that come out of the message relating to encountering God- When we come into God's presence and meet with Him, totally surrendering to Him, we can feel like we come away with part of ourselves 'unstitched'. Our response can be either to try and rebuild that bit of us, or to understand that God is working on our lives, and surrender to Him.

When we understand the magnitude of His Love towards us, how can we not be broken, blown away, undone by His outrageous grace?

Music that is worth singing....

There's a point in this video where Jon is talking about writing; he says that if you're writing music and you don't believe it with every ounce of you, then what's the point of singing? If you're not crying, then what's the point? That's what separates sell-out music from that which matters. The writer believes what they're writing. I find myself connecting with bits of music again and again because the writer believed what they wrote and felt what they were singing. The first time i listened to Sunday Bloody Sunday by U2 I think I cried. Musicians, at least those who are a credit to the profession, are able to write down in crystal clear words, what the rest of us are feeling and yet cannot articulate. And when we hear the words we are feeling sung out with passion, something inside us resonates with agreement. Can't wait for this album :-)

Switchfoot!!!

new song off new album--
Mess of Me from the new album Hello Hurricane. Good to see switchfoot back on fighting form :-) love it.

Life plan?

Geeky reference aside, I find this image quite poignant, and it highlights the questions already at the front of my mind- Where am I headed? Life plans? What am i going to be doing in 10 years time? It's all really up in the air. Are any of these routes worth taking? Honestly, no. They're not. Look how all of them end. They all end the same way. Whether that's "die alone", "retire in poverty and die poor", "live the dream and burn out young"... whatever. It really doesn't matter, does it? Everybody dies. So why do we not think about eternity? Surely what happens after you get hit by the bus, or die quietly in your sleep, surely THAT is of immense importance. People! Wake up! Look at the big picture! If I don't know what's gonna happen when my heart stops beating, then I should really find out! Where am I heading? That's a question worth asking. Lord, open our eyes!

He is risen indeed! Halelujah!

Jesus again :-) He is undoubtedly the biggest legend. ever.
Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die."

Neutrinos

Neutrinos they are very small.
They have no charge and have no mass
And do not interact at all.
The earth is just a silly ball
To them, through which they simply pass,
Like dustmaids down a drafty hall
Or photons through a sheet of glass.
They snub the most exquisite gas,
Ignore the most substantial wall,
Cold-shoulder steel and sounding brass,
Insult the stallion in his stall,
And, scorning barriers of class,
Infiltrate you and me! Like tall
And painless guillotines, they fall
Down through our heads into the grass.
At night, they enter at Nepal
And pierce the lover and his lass
From underneath the bed: you call It wonderful; I call it crass.

John Updike (1932-2009)

:-D (except that neutrinos do, in fact, have mass. Very small mass, but mass nonetheless. And that is why the standard is wrong. Yay for supersymmetry!)

skeletons

If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best teach it to dance.
-- George Bernard Shaw

AARRGGHH!!!!!!!

so, apparently the closing date for applications to the medical physics development course was on the 13th of feb. and also, apparently, it's really competitive with many more applicants than places. many of whom will be better qualified, with experience in hospitals and SOME CLEAR IDEA OF THEIR CAREER PATH! But it doesn't matter anyway, does it? because i missed the application. i give up. i'll just settle for some crappy job that pays the bills but doesn't fulfill, cus apparently thats too much to ask.

He Loves Us. O how He loves us!

wow!!! really, wow!

Everything all at once

Sometimes its difficult to know where to begin , you know? This past few months has brought changes and fears, worries and losses, but also a new hope and trust in the goodness of my saviour. A possible title for this post might be "Obedience" but i'm sure i'll ramble about more than just this... There is such a beauty and joy in obedience of our father. This should be apparent, but it seems to have eluded me for so long! Simple obedience to the instruction and direction of a loving God brings a trust into my life which leads to a dependence on Him, on whom I ought to depend always. My lack of trust in Him, at the root, comes from a belief that He is not altogether good, or that He doesn't know exactly what is best for me; I feel that my choices should be my own, and I'll find my own way, because I know what I want and what I need. Could I be more mistaken? Every time I take matters into my own hands I leave a wake of destruction behind, breaking people and wounding friends.
As far back as the beginning of the summer, God impressed on me the need to move away from the church I was in; I was not growing in faith, I learned very little, and if anything I was losing maturity and passion for God the longer I stayed. I, however, resisted God for several months, convinced I must be mishearing Him, because I was for the most part very happy in the church. I had a fair amount of responsibilities, leading worship frequently with a group of friends and musicians with whom I was confident leading... We had played together so long that we'd know what the other wanted to do, or how they wanted to build simply by listening and eyesight-- all in all, I enjoyed that part of my life immensely.
God told me to let go of it. I said no.
Let go of this and I'll bring new oppurtunities along for you.
But I'm comfortable here. I don't see why you want me to let go of the part of my life where I can serve you so well.
You think that you are serving me, but you are taking half the glory yourself. How can it be serving me if it doesn't cost you anything?
ARGH!! well, how can i serve you then? Worshipping apparently isn't good enough...
Most of what you give me is not worship, it's just music.
I don't understand.
It's not trust if you understand it. The act of worship I want from you is obedience.
.... *fight for several more months*
... OK God, I'll let go.

Wow. God is amazing. He has opened my heart to love Him as I have not before. Now, as never before, I can say that my desire beyond all else is to love Him more- The act of obedience in letting go seems such a little thing now, but I fought Him so hard over it. But since that obedience, God has begun to do a new thing, in my heart and in my music. I want to love Him more, that is what is in my heart. And now that I am no longer "Worship leader" at a church, I think I understand more what it means to worship Him in spirit and truth. He has started to lay songs on my heart and I'm starting to be able to write- something I knew was latent but had never found catharsis- This new season of my life is so different from that false sense of security I used to think I knew. How to describe it? Terrifying, exhilarating, raw, piercingly beautiful, fragile and desperate, there is now no safety net that I can see but the hand of the almighty beneath me as i stumble through life one shaky footstep at a time. There is not comfort, there is not certainty in the areas of my life i had grown used to expecting constance. But give me not security, give me not the dumb and muted insulation of an easy and secure life devoid of the power of God- all this sense of security is false and renders dependance on God optional. Rather I would know Him, see His hand at work in my life through all of the storms, and learn to cling to Him when it is only He and I.