So I wish I was a slave to an age-old trade
Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways
The further we "progress" in society and luxury the more and more I feel less like a man more like a username. I feel like I am decreasing as a human and increasing as an internet account. Who am I?
check my facebook
twitter
vine
instagram
But I look at the history of the human race, I look at the people who walked the land before me, and I see not usernames but hearts, sweat, skin, men.
I want to work with my hands. I want to craft what is mine not simply purchase it. I want to invest in my life, in everything. I find the hat Ellen knitted for me more valuable than one purchased. It has her time and her love sewn into it. She thought of me during the long process.
I think about how happy Ed was when I baked him the pie for his birthday. I think about the time it took me rolling the dough, cutting the apples, thinking of Ed the whole time.
Our bodies are more than simply transporting our brains. Our bodies are a part of us. They are us.
I want to feel the chipped pain of the siding on my house as I walk to my car.
I want to feel the ground beneath my toes and soles.
I want to listen to the birds and trees sing and sway.
I want to play music with my fingers and tap with my toes. I don't want to simply listen.
I want to dig the Earth and plant food. Not simply reap someone else's harvest at a grocery.
I want to travel, see, taste, experience. Not simply look at pictures on a computer.
God isn't in the noise
God isn't in the computer
God isn't in the fake world.
God isn't in the phone
God is reality.
God is in the silence
God is in the Creation
God is in the hug
God is in the face to face interactions.
God is in you
God is in me
I don't want to simply hit 'brew'
I want to grind the beans
I want to light the fire
I want to fetch the water
I want to boil the water
I want to strain the grounds
I want to taste the coffee
I want all this short tiny life has to offer.
I want the good and the pain
I want the truth
I want the freedom
I want the love
There is something beautiful about generations of shepherds
generations of farmers
generations of carpenters
The majority of the world still lives like this.
The majority of the world still sweats, still toils, still lives in reality.
I let the water run down the drain
I throw the leftovers away
I control the temperature in my house
What if I worked with nature and not against?
Today is the first day of March and we are only 19 days away from Spring.
oh God how I love spring!
rebirth
resurrection
blooming
warming
waking
It's so beautiful.
I am thankful for the winter because it paves the way for the Spring. But it isn't only because of the Spring that I like the winter. It is beautiful on it's own because it is a part of reality. It is a season. Life is more than the parts we enjoy.
Life is painful too.
Pain is a reality.
Reality is good.
Pain is good.
I love the mornings like I love the Spring.
It is the beginning of the day like Spring is the beginning of new life. The beauty of each days sunrise the slow and warm climb above the trees, the hills, the buildings. Nothing can stop it, It's beauty will be displayed.
As Spring inches closer each day, it also cannot be stopped, it will come.
It is God's display of Hope to us.
The sun rising
The Spring blooming
Hope for the flowers.
We are building a new world in the shell of the old one. We see grass piercing concrete. We see a neighborhood coming back to life, rising from the dead.
-Shane Claiborne
As each day passes we continue to grow as a culture of usernames and online accounts. We build more buildings and pour more concrete. But as we move that way I see God moving the other way as well. I see the grass piercing the concrete. I see the urban garden plots pop us where destruction and waste from 'progress' of society has left behind.
I see God resurrecting creation from pride and greed.
I see God resurrecting humans from usernames and screens.
I see beautiful wonderful amazing hope in everything.
I see the secret, hidden, tiny, gentle, quiet Kingdom of God sprouting up everywhere. I see the Sun push up above man's highest building. I see birds build nests on lamp posts where trees once stood. I see God, I see Your face in every sunrise, I see Your face in the smiles of my brothers and sisters homeless in this city. I see You in the children of my class. I see You everywhere. You cannot be stopped, There is always hope. There is always rebirth.
Where there is pain and loneliness
There You are, molding, crafting, working, sewing, resurrecting.
Life is good.
I love this world You have created! I want to explore it with You in my heart. I want You to unlock more and more of Your Kingdom of Hope to me. I want to taste see smell touch hear love, life, freedom!
You are good Jesus!
The Head and the Heart - Down in the Valley
Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways
The further we "progress" in society and luxury the more and more I feel less like a man more like a username. I feel like I am decreasing as a human and increasing as an internet account. Who am I?
check my facebook
vine
But I look at the history of the human race, I look at the people who walked the land before me, and I see not usernames but hearts, sweat, skin, men.
I want to work with my hands. I want to craft what is mine not simply purchase it. I want to invest in my life, in everything. I find the hat Ellen knitted for me more valuable than one purchased. It has her time and her love sewn into it. She thought of me during the long process.
I think about how happy Ed was when I baked him the pie for his birthday. I think about the time it took me rolling the dough, cutting the apples, thinking of Ed the whole time.
Our bodies are more than simply transporting our brains. Our bodies are a part of us. They are us.
I want to feel the chipped pain of the siding on my house as I walk to my car.
I want to feel the ground beneath my toes and soles.
I want to listen to the birds and trees sing and sway.
I want to play music with my fingers and tap with my toes. I don't want to simply listen.
I want to dig the Earth and plant food. Not simply reap someone else's harvest at a grocery.
I want to travel, see, taste, experience. Not simply look at pictures on a computer.
God isn't in the noise
God isn't in the computer
God isn't in the fake world.
God isn't in the phone
God is reality.
God is in the silence
God is in the Creation
God is in the hug
God is in the face to face interactions.
God is in you
God is in me
I don't want to simply hit 'brew'
I want to grind the beans
I want to light the fire
I want to fetch the water
I want to boil the water
I want to strain the grounds
I want to taste the coffee
I want all this short tiny life has to offer.
I want the good and the pain
I want the truth
I want the freedom
I want the love
There is something beautiful about generations of shepherds
generations of farmers
generations of carpenters
The majority of the world still lives like this.
The majority of the world still sweats, still toils, still lives in reality.
I let the water run down the drain
I throw the leftovers away
I control the temperature in my house
What if I worked with nature and not against?
Today is the first day of March and we are only 19 days away from Spring.
oh God how I love spring!
rebirth
resurrection
blooming
warming
waking
It's so beautiful.
I am thankful for the winter because it paves the way for the Spring. But it isn't only because of the Spring that I like the winter. It is beautiful on it's own because it is a part of reality. It is a season. Life is more than the parts we enjoy.
Life is painful too.
Pain is a reality.
Reality is good.
Pain is good.
I love the mornings like I love the Spring.
It is the beginning of the day like Spring is the beginning of new life. The beauty of each days sunrise the slow and warm climb above the trees, the hills, the buildings. Nothing can stop it, It's beauty will be displayed.
As Spring inches closer each day, it also cannot be stopped, it will come.
It is God's display of Hope to us.
The sun rising
The Spring blooming
Hope for the flowers.
We are building a new world in the shell of the old one. We see grass piercing concrete. We see a neighborhood coming back to life, rising from the dead.
-Shane Claiborne
As each day passes we continue to grow as a culture of usernames and online accounts. We build more buildings and pour more concrete. But as we move that way I see God moving the other way as well. I see the grass piercing the concrete. I see the urban garden plots pop us where destruction and waste from 'progress' of society has left behind.
I see God resurrecting creation from pride and greed.
I see God resurrecting humans from usernames and screens.
I see beautiful wonderful amazing hope in everything.
I see the secret, hidden, tiny, gentle, quiet Kingdom of God sprouting up everywhere. I see the Sun push up above man's highest building. I see birds build nests on lamp posts where trees once stood. I see God, I see Your face in every sunrise, I see Your face in the smiles of my brothers and sisters homeless in this city. I see You in the children of my class. I see You everywhere. You cannot be stopped, There is always hope. There is always rebirth.
Where there is pain and loneliness
There You are, molding, crafting, working, sewing, resurrecting.
Life is good.
I love this world You have created! I want to explore it with You in my heart. I want You to unlock more and more of Your Kingdom of Hope to me. I want to taste see smell touch hear love, life, freedom!
You are good Jesus!
The Head and the Heart - Down in the Valley