Silver Wings

I am constantly amazed by the writings of a man named Dustin Kensrue. He is the lead singer/songwrited of the band Thrice. He has this gift of taking scripture and putting it to tune in phenomenal ways. One of the songs that I have been disecting lately is named "Silver Wings." It is written in the form of a sonnet. The song is written from the perspective of God.

"From tender years you took me for granted
But still I deign to wander through your lungs
While you were sleeping soundly in your bed,
(Your drapes were silver wings, your shutters flung)

I drew the poison from the summer's sting,
And eased the fire out of your fevered skin.
I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing;
And if you'd let me I would move again.

I've danced 'tween sunlit strands of lover's hair;
Helped form the final words before your death.
I've pitied you and plied your sails with air;
Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath.

And after all of this I am amazed,
That I am cursed far more than I am praised."


the ending of the song gives me chills, "I am amazed that I am cursed far more than I am praised." The words are so true even among Christians, why we may not explicitally curse God with our tongues we constantly curse him with our actions.

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I'm bored, this has been a tough week of graduation parties...my digestive system does not apprectiate all the crap I've been eating

I am currently listening to Alkaline Trio/blogging/watching HP: And the Chamber of Secrets

Have a job interview at Costco Thursday, need to get it or I will become homeless.

that's all

Reflectin' Time

Well I am sitting in the library trying to kill time and thinking about some of the things that I have read this week.

I am reading a book called The Purpose Driven Life. It's a book written by Rick Warren all about how to live your life for God's purpose, and how in God's purpose for us, we will find our own purpose for ourselves.

One of the chapters that has resonated the most with me is the third (i think). Anyways, it is a chapter about realizing that you were created for eternity, not this world. I'm constantly getting caught up with the things of this world; constantly stressed due to worldly expectations. Constantly of the world. We humans have taken this life, this preperation for eternity with the Creator, and have turned it into our creator.

I know it's cliche but seriously

Do not be conformed to this world, but continually be transformed by the renewing of your minds so that you may be able to determine what God's will is-what is proper, pleasing, and perfect.

Rom 12:2

Black Butte Mountain

I hiked Black Butte today, which is basically a mountain. So this pretty much means that I climbed a mountain today. Just thought I'd let the world know.

Long time, no blog

I always randomly remember that I have a blog, then I contemplate posting something on it but then don't. I'm not really sure why. But today I overcame this and decided to write a little.

Right now i'm listening to Thrice, I periodically go on Thrice binges that typically last about a month..and I'm about half way into one right now. Currently I'm listening to "Cold Cash Colder Hearts" which is a song about how we don't really care about less fortunate people. Which is completely and utterly true. We really don't. I really don't. No point in trying to deny it...i could really care less about starving kids in third world countries. If I really cared like I say I do I would do something about it. I would give them money, I would give them food, etc. Occasionally I will say the socially expected, "Man we're so spoiled here..." blah blah blah...it's really BS though. Frankly I haven't done crap to help anyone but myself. And unfortunately, I don't feel as though I'm unique.

The worst part is I don't even feel guilty about it.

Thank God I have a Savior.

I pray that I can actually, truly, start to care about others more than myself. To actually love as Jesus loved. Basically to really CARE.



Other than not helping hungry Africans I've been pretty busy with school. I'm planning on joining the National Guard this fall to help me pay for the remainder of my schooling and to make a little extra money. And what the heck, serve my country too. Should be pretty awesome. That's about all I can think of for now

Well I hope I can make a habit of blogging again, and reading all of my friends blogs again. I'm sure they're awesome.

Blog on bloggers.

I haven't blogged in four month. That makes me a poor blogger I think. I set aside 5 hours to change the spark plugs on my ride and then realized I don't have tools, so now I need to kill 5 hours. I hate spark plugs.

"the bird that plucked the olive leaf
has been circling like a record 'round the spindle in my mind
where the needle's worn the grooves too deep,
and scratched the wax that's blistered from the heat besides
so from any movement in the room-
if my cat walked by the arm skipped!
but to my surprise, my interrupting cat improved
a sound already so severely compromised

the needle's worn the grooves too deep

I'm a donkey's jaw on a desert dune
beside the bush that Moses saw
that burned and yet was not consumed
she's the silver coin I lost,
I'm the sheep who slipped away
we pray the fingers crossed
but You listen patiently anyway

I wrote a little song for You
with a melody I'd borrowed put to words that didn't rhyme
to repeat what You already knew
as the stones thrown at your window tapped a syncopated time
you kept a distance out of fear you'd break
but what good's a single windchime, hanging quiet all alone?
the music our collisions would make
is a sound that turns the road-that-leads-us-back-home
into Home.

the music our collisions make!

I had a rusty spade but I'm not the fighting sort
if I was Samson I'd have found that harlot's blade
and cut my own hair short!
then in a market dimly lit I come casually to pay
You see my coins are counterfeit
but You accept them anyway

so spare me your goodbyes,
your waving-handkerchief-good-byes
given my tendency to err so on the sentimental side
I'll spare you my goodbyes,
the truth belongs to God,
the mistakes were mine"

"In a Market Dimly Lit" by mewithoutYou

"Oh but I'm so afraid I'm set in my ways, but He'll make the rabbits and rocks sing his praise!"

It's been awhile since I've written anything, well anything meaningful I guess.

This Summer I was beginning to feel that I had lost or at best was losing that fire inside of me that burned for God. I was becoming more and more comfortable with the deceptions and lies of the secular world. I didn't lose my faith in God, I simply lost my passion to hear his Word and to draw closer to Him. I found myself going to Journey and Church more for the social aspects then the Godly aspects.

Lately, and thankfully, that passion is beginning to return, I admit the fire isn't burning as bright as it used to, but it's steadily getting hotter. I strongly believe that God is woking on my heart and shaping my mind.


"You were a song I couldn't sing
Caught like a bear by the bees
With its hand in a hive
Who complains of the sting
when I'm lucky I got out alive!

A life at best left half-behind
The taste of the honey
Still sweet on my tongue
And I'd run (Lord knows I've tried)
But there's no place on Earth
I can hide from the wrong I've done

Then I saw a mountain and I saw a city
Steadily sinking but suspiciously calm
It wasn't an end, it wasn't a beginning
But a ceaseless stumbling on

there, strapped like a watch on my wrist
that's finished with gold but can't tell time!
was all or what little pleasure exists
Seductive sold and useless mine

Our horse was fast and first from the gate
with the lead of a length at the sound of the gun
ant the last of our cash laid down to fate (at 17 to 1)
but the final stretch in the rear of the pack
That nag limping bad in the back
We reluctantly gave all the money we'd saved
A fifth to the commonwealth and the rest to the track!

then I saw a forest grow in the city
And a driftwood wall of birdhouse gourds
And I'm still waiting to meet a girl like my mom
(who's closer to my age)

the true light of my eyes is a Pearl
Equally emptied to equally shine
And all or what little joy in the world
seemed suddenly simple and endlessly mine

I was once the wine and you were the wineglass,
I was once alive when you held me,
but G-d became the glass,
all things left are emptiness
but oh, you're just a little girl
if you look out and see a trace
of a dark bed that was once my face
in the clarity of such grace,
you'll forget all about me"

Nice and Blue (pt2)-Aaron Weiss/mewithoutYou

I guess Blogging has sort of gone out of style...or maybe I just don't really have anything important to say anymore...if I ever did..but I'm extremely bored so I guess I'll write something

It's the middle of September and it's probably close to 80 degrees in my house right now.

I got a dog the other day, which is cool, expensive but cool...he's actually using my foot as a pillow right now

School's starting back up soon, I'm excited...sort of

Oh yeah, our small group at the Coats is starting the Truth Project soon...it should be pretty sweet. I've hear good things about it, and I'm looking forward to it

Welll that's all I can think of for right now.

I love anyone who took the time to read this