Dec
17
i quit tumblr
and this is why
http://www.cracked.com/blog/31-inspirational-tumblr-photos-adjusted-honesty/
goodbye everyone…
Dennis' Thoughts
Dec
13
First off, I just want to thank you all so much for your encouraging emails, messages, and comments over the past few days…the support for this song has been overwhelming, and I’m truly humbled that God can use a simple song like this to make such a powerful impact on people’s lives. Many of you have asked that I post the lyrics and explain the song in greater detail, so here goes.
A few months ago, I had the opportunity to spend some time with a couple who my girlfriend refers to as her “American grandparents.” Having known this couple for a few years now, I can say that John and Carol are two of the warmest people I have ever met. Their marriage is the epitome of what I hope my marriage with my wife will look like one day.
Recently, we were told that Carol had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease and that her condition had progressively worsened over the past few months. When we visited John and Carol, it was immediately apparent that things were not the same. Their house felt eerily sterile and cold, and Carol was not herself at all. All of our attempts to carry on a normal conversation with them proved futile. It was evident that John was having enormous difficulty accepting the reality of what had become of his wife and his marriage.
On the car ride home, my heart broke for John. I began wondering what it would be like if the love of my life suddenly forgot who I was. How on earth could I muster the strength to keep loving her? When I first started writing the song, my original intention was to capture the heart of a man struggling to love his wife. One problem was that I could not relate with John at all. Everything I wrote seemed disingenuous and contrived. I decided to scrap the concept altogether and write the song from Carol’s perspective. I realized that the story was very different when looked at through her eyes. A woman basically wakes up every morning and sees a stranger loving her in the most selfless way. The wedding picture on the living room table confirms that she might have loved this man once, but for now, she has no recollection of this love. And yet, though the woman cannot even remember this man’s name, she desperately wants him to stay with her.
I have to admit that I’ve never cried so much while writing a song. Perhaps it’s because the story of this couple reminds me so much of my relationship with God. As much as I would like to think that I’m John in the story, I know that I’m actually a lot more like Carol. I think all Christians, at some point in their walks, experience a form of spiritual Alzheimer’s. We forget what God looks like, what He’s done in our lives, and the price He paid for our sins. We shun Him and cheapen His grace to the point where He becomes a complete stranger. And yet, for those of us who have ever experienced the goodness of God’s love, there will always be a part of our being that pleads with Him to stay near to us even in our most rebellious state. Praise God that we have a Savior who is relentless in His pursuit of sinners like us.
The Man and His Wife
How do you put on my coat every morning
When I don’t know your name
You rake the leaves while I am sleeping
When I don’t know your nameI don’t know who you are but
Please don’t leave me alone here
‘Cause I’m coming undone
Oh, tell me you’ll stay
When I don’t even know your nameI know you tried to be quiet
But I heard you weeping for me
You wear a smile, act like it’s nothing
But I know there’s moreYou, I don’t know who you are but
There’s a picture
In the middle of the living room table in black and white
The scene looks familiar
but I just don’t remember this man and his wifeSo will you play your guitar
And sing me a love song
When I don’t know your name
When I don’t know your name
“I am the winner”
Stress Stress Stress
Despite the excruciating amount of stress that accompanies finals week, I can’t help myself from thanking my parents and my heavenly father for allowing me to be in a position to not have to worry about anything else.
I hope this makes sense… I guess I’ll find out after finally getting some sleep after the exam tomorrow morning.
Boo… cell molec….
Boo… 7:45 am exam…
Nov
28
A man dressed in Chicago maroon and burnt orange walks into a Charlottesville sports bar with a small dog under his arm..
He says to the bartender: “Hey, can I leave my dog here while I go the VT/UVA football game?”
“A dog in my bar? No, absolutely not.”
“But He’s a special dog”, the VT fan says.
“In what way?”, the bartender asks.
“Well, he’ll watch the game on TV with you. When Virginia Tech scores he will walk up and down the bar on his hind legs. When Virginia scores he will walk up and down the bar on his front legs. When Virginia Tech wins, he will do back flips all the way down the bar and back.”
“Wow!” the bartender says. “That’s amazing. What does he do when Virginia wins?”
“I don’t know” says the Hokie. “He’s only seven years old”
Nov
18
So Thankful
That God provides rest.
After one of the more hectic weeks of my life I can finally go to sleep…. :)
Nov
10
Caroline is turning me into a FOB… Been listening to this song nonstop for the past two days.
Jo Kwon <3 Ga In
Oct
31
Jesus….
please please please please please please please please please give me the wisdom and discernment i need for this upcoming week
Oct
27
It was a chilly night but that didn’t stop the beads of sweat from racing down the side of Michael’s face. Nor did it lengthen his short temper in any way; Michael was mad. Mad that he was put on night duty at Lane stadium. Mad that with every step his outgrown uniform creased into the uncomfortably moist swamps underneath his armpits. Mad that the lactic acid buildup in his calves taunted him saying “you didn’t work out like you told yourself you would.”
Michael hated his job, but was absolutely in love with one thing about it: the stars. Stars that burned at this temperature, stars that exploded at that rate; stars that were part of this constellation, stars that were uncharted and unnamed. Everything about the mystical diamonds of the sky completely captivated Michael. Yet his captivation came flawed: they were ultimately just icons of magnificence and majesty that would forever be beyond his grasp.
With a disgruntled burp, Michael started his slow ascent of the stadiums as part of his routine checkup.
Row A. Michael never quite understood the foolishness of people who sat here. At the end of the day, these people saw the same game, heard the same sounds, and experienced the same adrenaline. “Stupid,” Michael muttered, as he proceed up the stands.
Row D. Michael found a half-empty can of Jim Beam. He paused and chuckled to himself: glass half empty, glass half full, what’s it matter? Hell I’ll down it either way.
Row J. It wasn’t that Michael was closer to the sky, but he was considerably farther away from ground level. It was an ironic scene: majestic constellations and cosmos bursting with pomp and magnificence silhouetted by an overweight and now slightly drunk security guard.
Row Q. Thinking he heard a noise behind him, Michael quickly surveyed the stadium. But what was this he saw? The constellation Hercules! His favorite mythological character. It was the hero who was both immortal and mortal; the slayer of beasts but ultimately the taker of his own life. Michael began to think about his own life.
Row Z. The constellation Hercules was in full view now and it was a breathtaking sight. The pentagon shaped body, the square abdomen, the left arm poised for a strike: images that obliterated Michael with awe. He longed to touch it — to hold it between his crackled and numb fingers. He longed to finally achieve success on a tangible level. Michael desired it with indistinguishable lust. He was not stupid: he knew that holding stars was impossible. Yet, the mythological character was too very relatable to Michael. He extended his arms, ignoring the pangs of pain his muscles screamed. He reached till his fingers could reach no further. Michael needed to grasp Hercules — to grasp his dreams.
Then a UFO came out of nowhere and shot him with a laser beam. The end
LOL too tired to finish this…plus exam in 10 hours. Oops!
Oct
25
This song has been stuck in my head all day long!
Oct
22
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
GREAT IS YOUR GLORY LORD
WHEN NATIONS LEARN OF YOUR WAYS
THEY WILL BOW DOWN TO YOU
WE WILL BOW DOWN TO YOU
Oct
21
wonder what that guy is thinking about
Oct
19
I wanna drive away from this week of exams…
..but I can’t :(
plus my car broke :( :(
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