Living here, we are confronted everyday with the reality of poverty and what it does to people, towns, systems, churches... Mark/I were talking about it at the dinner table two nights ago, feeling down... then this U2 song came on my iPod stereo and really inspired us that so often we have to go through hard things/realizations to see growth, the "dawn" and the true beauty of God's grace and His love for us.
Take these shoes
Click clacking down some dead end street
Take these shoes and make them fit
Take this shirt
Polyester white trash made in nowhere
Take this shirt and make it clean
Take this soul
Stranded in some skin and bones
Take this soul and make it sing
Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh Still I'm waiting for the dawn
Take these hands
Teach them what to carry
Take these hands, don't make a fist
Take this mouth
So quick to criticise take this mouth
Give it a kiss
Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh Still I'm waiting for the dawn
Still waiting for the dawn... sun is coming up
Sun is coming up on the ocean
This love is like a drop in the ocean
This love is like a drop in the ocean
Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, tell me now Why the dark before the dawn?
Take this city
A city should be shining on a hill
Take this city If it be your will
What no man can own, no man can take
Take this heart
Take this heart
Take this heart and make it break
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
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Hey Steph,
Frederick Buechner once said something to the effect that before there is "Good News" there is just news, and it is not good. I heard a sermon today on Psalm 88 (now there's a real pick me up!). The speaker also mentioned that the Gospel (Good News) shines with such brilliance because it comes to us smack dab in the middle of our reality, which is not so good or brilliant.
Miss you both,
Ron K.
PS - We were going to open Easter Sunday with "Beautiful Day" until our guitar player got called into work at the last minute. Oh well.
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