All tagged christianity
I’ve always had my impressions of what "Mr. Mastodon Farm" means, but recently got curious about whether or not my understanding was along the same lines of what the artist intended the song to be about. So, we're now 23 years out from the song’s release, and I just recently googled the it’s meaning.
"It hurts so much" read the headline on cnn.com yesterday as I stopped by to catch up on the latest news regarding the mass shooting in Orlando. And I think that pretty much sums it up for most of us.
Several years ago, we were very much in a do what you feel phase in life when my husband, Josh, was feeling a half sleeve tattoo of three stars and a bunch of leaves blowing in the wind.
“What if you eventually want to get a job that you won’t be able to get because you’ll have visible tattoos?” I protested.
But he didn’t listen. And really, I didn’t protest all that much. He was really feeling it, ya know? That's really all that mattered.
The first time I heard Rehab by Amy Winehouse, it seemed like an eerie cry for help masked in poppy rhythms that could make our heads bob along with the artist's confession of personal misery. Now that I’ve seen Amy, the 2016 Academy Award-winning documentary of the artist's life, Rehab is officially the saddest, most haunting song I’ve ever heard.
As I started browsing this year's card selections, I found myself stuck at the first choice I needed to make. It's a tough one these days. The decision: Do I want to make a Christmas Card, or do I want to make a Holiday Card?
"It is too easy simply to talk or concern ourselves with the poor who are far away. It is much harder and, perhaps, more challenging to turn our attention and concern toward the poor who live right next door to us."
This isn’t the first time I’ve told this story, but it is the first time I’ve attempted to write it down. It’s the answer to a question I get asked a lot by people who have known me well in the past, and people who are just getting to know me now.
It’s not as difficult to believe in the reality of an invisible, inaudible God when I so often find myself needing to believe in an equally real, invisible, inaudible husband.
“A friend of mine was ordained a Roman Catholic Priest up in Atlanta, so I went up and celebrated with him and some of my other friends. It was really awesome.”
“Oh that’s cool!”
“Yeah!”
“Did you tell him to stay away from little boys?”
Stunned and deadpan. “No. I didn’t.”
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