PostSecret

Many, many people wax philosophical about the anonymity of the internet. Is it bad or good? Helpful or hurtful? Does it make us more bold than we ought to be? Does it force us inside our home offices, destined to spend our lives in front of a computer, instead of going out and experiencing the world?

That’s a debate I’m not at all interested in starting here. But this blogsite is one that makes me ask these questions.

Submit a postcard size image – with a secret. A regret, a sadness, fear, desire… anything, as long as you’ve never told anyone before.

This is a way the “anonymity” of the internet doesn’t draw us further into that anonymity. No. For me it’s a reminder that each of us have real and honest emotions we are afraid to share with those around us. We may be strangers, but we are all still connected simply by being human.

PostSecret is really a beautiful thing.

A Late Discovery

Love it. I want to take Hiro home and keep him as my pet.

True Christmas Spirit

Want a true worship experience this Christmas? Sufjan Stevens’ 42-song collection of chrimstas songs old and new, mixed with some classic hymns like Amazing Grace and Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing had me in tears and truly worshipping.

And, come on, how could I not like a artist who’s record label is called Asthmatic Kitty?

One of the posts I’ve been avoiding

My brother had the distinct pleasure of attending the Big 12 championship game at the lovely Arrowhead Stadium in Kansas City. And he was kind enough to email me pictures of his experience.

He sucks.

Guess the Song Title

Some say the face is unforgettable
I’m sure I’ve seen it many times
Ah, but you know me, I forget so easily

I thought I saw you in a Sunday crowd
But then I lost you, in blur of color, watercolor clouds
Like deja vu
Was that you?

They say someday I won’t need to seek you out
But for now won’t you come and wrap me up inside your presence?
We can celebrate if you stay

I know you make your home in many given lots
Your vision is so clear you don’t see what is not
When I find you will I catch the cure you’ve got?

Surely you’re not in some distant land?
Maybe down the block
Even ‘cross the street
Have you always been near to me?

An obscure artist… and even more obscure song. The lyrics really only make sense once you know the title of the song. Hint: It is related to Advent, in a roundabout way.

Any guesses?