Friday, September 21, 2007
refusing to submit to an aranged marrage
to be held under water till dead.
Next on the docket
a starved twelve year old boy
stealing a mouth full of bread?
to have a truck roll over his arm braking it at the elbow and tohave no medical treatment.
next a women
she inticed a man to rap her and became pragnet
to be slashed open sos to be sure the child dies with her
next a man
leaving the true religon for another
to have needles forced under his nails till he gives up the names of his leader, then stoned
next 100 people
they were born of the wrong liniage
some death, some disfiguration, some scared from a car bomb
the father who drawneds his daughter?
The man who crushes a young boy's arm?
the brother who slashes his sister?
a slap on the wrist to apees the "athorities"
the holy man who tortures?
the warrior who sets the bomb?
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Casting crowns stays true to their ablitiy to create though provocing, convicting and Practical songs with this CD. From an understanding of how God forgives with a beautful word picture, To discribing the slow decay of relationships through the words of a song we all learned as children in sunday school.
and for me personaly a story that i have been reworking has found it's theme in the song What This World Needs.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Or maybe i am just completely in over my head and need to bail off a sinking ship.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
I had been looking forward to seeing this movie because i really enjoyed the book. sadly becasue i had heard some negative things about the movie i desided not to go see it in theaters. Man I wish i had.
after watching the movie i was riminded of my own tarabithia. I lived in a trailer park till i was 12 and then my parents moved to a 47 acear plot of land. I was excited and knew that it would be a place for adventures and where i could let my imagenation run free without having to worry about the strange looks from neighbors.
I shared my tarabithia with two causins. together we sailed the mississippi river, fought guaints, went on quests, were knights, princeses, Musketeers, and even our favorit tall tale heroes. wheather it was hidding up in Atrau's look out, or having make belive tea in the emerald castel, or Hidding in sharewood forest we always had fun. we where the rulers of our very own kingdom that molded to what ever book we had resently read and wanted to live.
it was there that i began to create the worlds that I now write. in the long walks alone in the silents of trees and srubes I entered a new place that only existes for those who know how to look.
ps go to Cursed to see Sketch.