Some pretty sick videos out this month. Among the better songs anyway, the never old Death Cab
Some panoramas from the tower at St.’s Peter and Paul at Waimea
This makes me think of 2 Samuel 14, which has become one of my favorite verses:
And David danced madly before the Lord in a cotton ephod.
They both evoke the same sort of feeling, which is a sort of senseless joy. I’ll dance on your grave, cause death is just a celebration. I’ll stand on my head cause the world needs to be turned upside down. I’ll run away so I can come home. I’ll get lost so you can find me. I’ll make a fool of myself so we can see we’re all foolish. I’ll break into my own home so I can covet my own goods.
I like it, a lot. A very good verse, a good hymn, and a marvelous sentiment.
“Jesus, I am resting, resting,
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.”
I discovered that these words have absolutely no meaning if you are actually not resting in who Jesus is. But if you are, they are unutterable phrases, instead sung by a humbled heart.
I hate to think this is true, but somehow I wouldn’t find it in the least bit surprising.
Went ’round Kaena to Keeau the other Wednesday. Fed the homeless, broke a bike, scored tomatoes aplenty, loved life.
Wyatt, Atzmon, Stephen:
A crazy day at work and school and everything else. Made a little better by this:
A surprising cool phone ad:
A sick little measuring tape. Nice to know that we have a number of trees that this does not even come close to fitting around.