"Well I'm gonna be a river boat captain
When I grow up, when I grow up

So we can sail the whole day through
Just me and you, just me and you"





My ears are currently seduced by: Joe Purdy - Paris In The Morning

Reshape Me

God in my living,
There in my breathing.
God in my waking,
God in my sleeping.

God in my resting,
There in my working.
God in my thinking,
God in my speaking.

Be my everything,
Be my everything.

God in my hoping,
There in my dreaming.
God in my watching,
God in my waiting.

God in my laughing,
There in my weeping.
God in my hurting,
God in my healing.

Be my everything,
Be my everything.

Christ in me
The hope of glory,
You are everything.

Christ in me
The hope of glory,
Be my everything.

Be my everything.

- Tim Hughes

Just Wondering

The problem that we might have is this.

As christians, we fear our message to be outdated, irrelevant, and even perhaps 'primitive'.

How then do we communicate our message in a meaningful way?

Do we use the ressources of the world? In the name of that which is fashionable, do we invest all our energies in wrapping the gospel in the most seductive apparel? Do we become tolerant of and accomodate ourselves around things which erode our values?

We are called to be in the world, but are not of the world - yes indeed, we are strangers in a strange land.

Surely, assimilation does not bear witness to the revolutionary truth we live for.

Surely, we are not called to "compromise with the world".

So then, how do we communicate our message in a meaningful way?

Should we not be so convinced of the truth and relevance of our message that the how needn't be graphed out in steps and programs but rather be communicated by an encounter so radically different to that which is already in the world, that this alone draws the attention of a broken, bleeding and unwhole world?

Thus, if we "compromise with the world", we become just another indistinguishable voice amidst the hoard of other "gospels" that are preached.

Rather than embrace the world, we are to withstand its influences and stand for the integrity of our message, which we must allow to seep into the very essence of our being.

Is this not the sole medium from which our message should be dispensed?


"The most important commandment," answered Jesus, "is this: 'Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.' The second is this: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' There is no commandment greater than these."

My ears are currently seduced by: the roaring sound of computers

Nothing is sacred anymore; everything is for sale.

Psalm 143:8

My ears are currently seduced by: Chris Tomlin - See The Morning

To Be Found

"At issue here is the question: 'To whom do I belong? To God or to the world?' Many of my preoccupations suggest that I belong more to the world than to God. A little criticism makes me angry, and a little rejection makes me depressed. A little praise raises my spirits, and a little success excites me. It takes very little to raise me up or thrust me down. Often I am like a small boat on the ocean, completely at the mercy of its waves.

All the time and energy I spend in keeping some kind of balance and preventing myself from being tipped over and drowning shows that my life is mostly a struggle for survival: not a holy struggle, but an anxious struggle resulting from the mistaken idea that it is the world that defines me.

As long as I keep running about asking 'Do you love me? Do you really love me?' I give all power to the voices of the world and put myself in bondage because the world is filled with 'ifs'. The world says: 'Yes, I love you if you are good-looking, intelligent, and wealthy. I love you if you have a good education, a good job, and good connections. I love you if you produce much, sell much, and buy much.' There is an endless 'ifs' hidden in the world's love. These 'ifs' enslave me, since it is impossible to respond adequately to all of them. The world's love is and always will be conditional.

As long as I keep looking for my true self in the world of conditional love, I will remain 'hooked' to the world - trying, failing, and trying again. It is a world that fosters addicitions because what it offers cannot satisfy the deepest craving of my heart.

I am the prodigal son every time I search for unconditional love where it cannot be found.

Why do I keep ignoring the place of true love and persist in looking for it elsewhere? Why do I keep leaving home where I am called a child of God, the Beloved of my Father?..."

- Henri Nouwen, from "The Return Of The Prodigal Son"


Take this melody that I'm singing over you,
Singing over you
That you may never forget where you came from
Though you depart for far and distant lands
I'll be watching for you on the horizon
Waiting for you to come back home

Oh and when you return child,
I'll lay my hands on you
Welcoming you back from your weary paths
Welcoming you home, my child

And though some may not understand
The joy I have to see you
I have heard your doubts
I have heard your cries
And sought hard after you
Waiting only for this moment

Here in the shadow of my wings
You are sheltered,
My favour rests upon you
And I wrap my arms around you
And together we sing, together we sing

Home together

Take this melody that I'm singing over you,
Singing over you
That you may never forget that you are my beloved.

Lift Us Sunwards

"... Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee,

God of glory, Lord of love;

Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee,

Opening to the sun above.

Melt the clouds of sin and sadness;

Drive the dark of doubt away;

Giver of immortal gladness,

Fill us with the light of day..."

Summer Rose

"To love someone means to see him as God intended"

- Dostoevsky

Transparent Carry-On Bags

Today's newspaper headline read something like "A worse 9-11 scenario avoided by Scotland Yard".

Yesterday, some people I talked to about it said all this had been simulated to better the image of the British and American governments. In other words, these transparent carry-on bags procedures are a big fat hoax.

When 9-11 happened, some people I talked to were outraged the tragedy had not been interrupted before it occured. How could no one have seen it coming?

No matter how you put it, it's a no-win situation.
What is with this inconsistency?
Will our fallen human race ever be contented?


"You wrote that the world doesn't need a saviour, but every day I hear people crying for one" - Superman


My ears are currently seduced by: Rocky Votolato - Makers

Thoughts On Wheels

Was thinking about this on the ride home today.

In Cultural Studies debates, people talk about high and low-culture.

But what bothers me most, when it comes to art, is that it has become manufactured.

Take a picture, and you can refine it, change the tones, alter the lighting...basically turn it into something the subject never was.

Record a song, and they'll correct all the wrong notes, crystalise your voice...basically turn it into a pristine clean product.

Can we still say that this kind of clinical art is an extension of ourselves, of our hearts?

To me it seems that simulations of a constructed reality is what art is being turned into.


Maybe this simply runs parallel to the importance our society places on perfection.

Is an off-note all that offensive?


My ears are currently seduced by: The Fray - How To Save A Life