This week: Haven’t done this in a while–put your music player of choice on shuffle and tell us the first 13 tracks that come up.
- The Lion King OBC, Hakuna Matata
- The Sound of Music movie cast, Maria
- Hugh Laurie, Six Cold Feet
- Brooks Ritter, Whom Have I In Heaven
- Cab Calloway, Minnie the Moocher (hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hiiiii)
- Daft Punk, Nocturne
- Sandra McCracken, The Lord’s Prayer
- Ray LaMontagne and the Pariah Dogs, Are We Really Through
- Sho Baraka, Foreward, 1619
- Over the Rhine, Favorite Time of Light
- Firewoodisland, What’s Underneath
- Arcade Fire, Half Light II (No Celebration)
- Philippa Soo, Burn
This week: 13 things you want to do this summer.
- Actually make use of the popsicle molds I bought last summer.
- Might dye my hair; stay tuned.
- Road trip somewhere in Texas.
- Pitch an article somewhere.
- Power through the reading list I made.
- Survive the summer reading program at work.
- Perseid meteor shower?
- Hit up all the museums in town
- Go on a mural tour
- Get out somewhere and go hiking
- Go to my local farmer’s markets
- Finish a big knitting project
(last Sunday’s sermon is here)
We become what we love–so say the wise.
And looking at my life, it becomes clear:
I’m shaped by wealth, praise, comfort, compromise,
And fame, not joy and truth I should hold dear.
I want to be a servant, to desire
To follow Jesus even to the cross;
I want to lead for glory, to inspire,
To be adored, no matter what the cost.
This is the conflict, isn’t it, of all
Of us that want to go to love and serve:
We hear and try to obey separate calls,
And from the narrow road we turn and swerve.
And in the wreck, all we know how to do
Is cry out: Help us fall in love with You.
This week: In honor of summer and 90 degree weather being right around the corner, 13 things you do to stay cool.
- I don’t wear jeans after the first 85 degree day. Denim is hot as heck.
- Libraries are especially air-conditioned because books (and computers) hate heat and humidity, so I think I chose wisely as far as professions go, as far as keeping cool is concerned.
- Lots of dresses. And when I can’t do a dress, chinos. (Chinos are lighter weight fabric than jeans, so I don’t feel as sweaty in them.)
- Sweet tea, lemonade, iced coffee, water.
- Despite the superstitions of my homeland, I sleep with the ceiling fan turned on blast.
- The occasional gin and tonic outside on my porch. (And also maybe white wine.)
- POPSICLES (I bought a popsicle mold last year and never used it; time to fix that this year.)
- Air conditioning in the car on the highest setting.
- Movies at the movie theater.
- Rinsing off with cold water at the end of showers. (This is apparently supposed to be good for one’s hair, too.)
- You know those little paper folding fans? I kind of want to get a whole bunch and just carry them around in my purse.
- Sometimes, though, you have to just give up and embrace the heat, which ends up happening anytime I’m outside for more than ten minutes.
(Sermon from last Sunday here.)
There are no famous farmers, or not many.
Most plow and plant their fields quietly.
They wait for rain, they wait for growth, with plenty
Of work that mostly goes by silently.
And harvests come and go–some bad, some good,
Some profitable, full of healthy fruit;
Some others, despite all your sweat and blood,
Are thin and dry, the crops all turned to loot
For drought and ravens. All the same,
The farmers get no glory for their toil.
They plant the seeds, and wages are their gain,
But much depends on time and sun and soil.
So let them pray, and let them watch and trust,
Despite abundance, plenty, famine, dust.