by emma | Mar 15, 2007 | Words
Your laughter it echoes like a joyous thunder
Your whisper it warms me like a summer breeze
Your anger is fiercer than the sun in its splendour
You’re close and yet full of mystery
Ever since the day that I saw Your face
Try as I may, I cannot look away, I cannot look away…
Captivated by You
I am captivated by You
May my life be one unbroken gaze
Fixed upon the beauty of Your face
Beholding is becoming, so as You fill my gaze
I become more like You and my heart is changed
Beholding is becoming, so as You fill my view
Transform me into the likeness of You
This is what I ask, for all my days
That I may, never look away, never look away…
No other could ever be as beautiful
No other could ever steal my heart away
I just can’t look away…
[Captivated – Vicky Beeching]
by emma | Feb 21, 2007 | Words
I want out of this machine
It doesn’t feel like freedom
This ain’t my American dream
I want to live and die for bigger things
I’m tired of fighting for just me
This ain’t my American dream
[American Dream – Switchfoot]
by emma | Feb 17, 2007 | Words
When all around has fallen your castle has been burned
You used to be a king here, now no one knows your name
You live your life for honour, defender of the faith
But you’ve been crushed to pieces and no one knows your pain
Come, come lay your weary head be still my friend
Come, rise I’ll place my sword upon your shoulder
Come, rise with me
When tomorrow has been stolen and you can’t lift your head
And summer feels like winter your heart is full of stone
Though all your hopes have fallen your skin is now your only armour
Wear your scars like medals defender of the faith
Come, come lay your weary head be still my friend
Come, rise I’ll place my sword upon your shoulder
Come, come lay your faithful head, be still my friend
Come rise with me
[When All Around Has Fallen – Delirious?]
by emma | Feb 6, 2007 | Words
Sometimes I cannot forgive
And these days mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be
Maybe I could get some sleep
While I lay, I dream we’re better
Scales were gone and faces light
When we wake, we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes
And all the fear that keeps me silent
Falls below my heavy breathing
What makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded
That the pain is worth the thunder
Sometimes when I lose my grip
I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat
All the wounds that money causes
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children
This is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers
This is our greatest offense
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
[Oh My God – Jars of Clay]
by emma | Jan 16, 2007 | Photography, Words
Originally uploaded by emmaboyd.
Does it have to start with a broken heart
Broken dreams and bleeding parts
We were young and world was clear
Young ambition disappears
I swore it would never come to this
The average, the obvious
I’m still discontented down here
I’m so discontented
If we only got one try
If we’ve only got one life
If time was never on our side
Before I die I want to burn out bright
So a spark ignites
In time and space
To make it through this human race
You fight and crawl your way back home
But you’re running the wrong way
The future is a question mark
With kerosene electric sparks
There’s still fire in you yet
Yeah there’s still fire in you
If we only got one try
If we’ve only got one life
If time was never on our side
Before I die I want to burn out bright
[Burn Out Bright – Switchfoot]
by emma | Jan 13, 2007 | Books, Words
So Pete Rollins book How (Not) To Speak Of God arrived in the post this morning from Amazon. Pete is one the guys who will be speaking/facilating/conversing/being at the Celtic Soliton Sessions in Feb, and I was keen to read the book before the conference. It’s a pretty deep, heavy book I have to admit!
In the introduction Pete gives a really useful definition (the best I’ve heard so far) on what the emerging movement actually is…
“The term ’emerging Church’ has also been used to describe this diverse community. While it is a useful term, the word ‘Church’ can be quite misleading, since the movement is not so much developing a distinct religious tradition within Christianity, but rather is re-introducing ideas that help to both revitalize already existing religious traditions and build bridges between them. It is not then a revolution that is in the process of creating something new but rather one that is returning to something very old.”
I also very much like this quote from the first chapter:
“The only significant difference between the aesthetic idol and the conceptual idol lies in the fact that the former reduces God to a physical object and the latter reduces God to an intellectual object.”
It helps me to understand why God would say in Ecclesiastes that “much study wearies the body”… theology and thinking and discussing are important… but living it out is more important! Is it possible that all our theorising about God could actually just be trying to put him into a box, one into which he does not fit?
OTHERS:
Andrew Jones, Jonny Baker, Scot McKnight, Adele
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