first week of advent.

I am coming to terms
With the following truths:

That one day I will
Lose everyone I love

That the days are evil
That they are slipping through
My fingers like pieces of glass

That one day I will suffer death
That in the meantime I will suffer
Every day

That this happens to everyone
Who was born of flesh and blood
Those who are far off and those who are near

And that this was not meant to be

We were not meant for mortality
The world was not meant to be broken

And that this, all of this, every
Grief, every pain, every shattered soul
All of this too will be made right
At the trumpet sound, at the angel’s shout

But that we have to wait and fight
And mourn and groan along with creation
Until Emmanuel shall come
And we shall all rejoice

the requisite T13: Thanksgiving edition

(Yes, I just randomly changed the template for the heck of it. It was time.)

I hope this is obvious: Things you’re thankful for.

1. Public transport. Capital Metro, I love you, even though you’re slow and crowded. But you’re free.
2. My parents–the ones who let me have a shot at physical life and a better one in America, the ones who adopted and raised and have loved me and let me do laundry at their house and eat their food, the numerous people who have acted as spiritual mothers and fathers.
3. The opportunity to become thoroughly over-educated. 😉
4. The privilege of praying for other people.
5. My brother and sister-in-law are going to get counseling together and not split up. This is an incredible thing (and if you prayed, thanks).
6. All the good people I’ve gotten to know in Austin. Y’all rock.
7. My relatively cushy library job.
8. Tea. Yum.
9. The intellectual freedom we have in the United States.
10. That there’s some hope for the job market to open up a little bit by the time I graduate… 😉
11. Friends who feel more like family.
12. That the Maker of all things saw fit to create sound, and music.
13. That the Maker of sound sees fit to sing over me every single day and that He gives me voice to sing back.

mix tape monday’s triumphant return!

Sorry that it sort of disappeared for a while. This week’s rather appropriate-feeling theme, courtesy of Teacher Dave: Moving on. Interpret as you will.

1. Switchfoot, “I Dare You to Move”
2. The All-American Rejects, “Move Along”
3. Bob Dylan, “Maggie’s Farm”
4. Jamie Liddell, “Another Day”
5. U2, “Kite”
6. Justin Timberlake, “What Goes Around…Comes Around”
7. Radiohead, “Exit Music (For a Film)”
8. Elton John, “My Father’s Gun”
9. The Beatles, “Hey Jude”
10. Punch Brothers, “Nothing, Then”
11. Derek Webb, “Nothing is Ever Enough”
12. The Frames, “Rent Day Blues”
13. Frou Frou, “Let Go”
14. The Normals, “The Best I Can”
15. Next to Normal Cast, “Light”

November 15.

there is no word that I can say
to fill the breach that has been made

because he was strength in weakness
stability in tempest
kindness in time of need
he was the one who held you

and now he is where you cannot follow
waiting for the end and beginning of all things

and as much as we know
there is now no pain for him
as much as we confess
the resurrection of the body
and the life everlasting

there is no word that i can say
that doesn’t feel like empty air
so i’ll let the silence speak it plain
that we all mourn with you now

the Boss.

(written one day purely on a lark)

We all call him The Boss at end of day,
This Jersey-born rock singer from the shore–
He walks the road of fame in his own way.

Though why we call him Boss, no one can say,
But that shall be his name forevermore.
We’ll all call him the Boss at end of day.

When he plays his guitar, we shout “hooray”–
after all these long years, he does not bore.
He walks the road of fame in his own way.

It sounds like booing when we shout his name,
But it is love that fuels our cheers galore–
We all still call him Boss at end of day.

For he was born to run; he walks away
From triteness to sing songs about the poor.
He walks the road of fame in his own way.

Bruce Springsteen, Jersey poet, going grey,
But long shall be his reputation sure.
We all call him the Boss at end of day.
He walks the road of fame in his own way.


I was going to put up some silly posts today, but I just can’t. My friend Steph, frequently mentioned and frequent commenter, lost her dad on Sunday afternoon to cancer. He is with Jesus. Meanwhile, the rest of us mourn. Pray for her and her family, if you think of it, please.

This is the great thing, though, about the Body of Christ: No one has to carry their sorrow alone.