I need to finish this article by Brian McClaren about the Warren/Obama Drama later on.
Good quote so far:
If we dig in our heels and stand firm in our warring camps - left and right, pro-choice and pro-life, blah blah blah - we're insane if we expect to get different results from the ones we've been getting. Nothing will change.
But what might happen if we begin to reach out ... seeking the common good ... seeking to build bridges rather than bombs ... seeking to throw out invitations rather than insults ... making friends of former enemies ... admitting we're rethinking and changing rather than defending the orthodox no-rethinking-zones in which we've been raised?
I apologize for those of you who thought my blog was worth reading. Just a collection of things for me. :)
This just might be my favorite Christmas song this year (generally Oh Holy Night). I found it via Pandora Radio. Please watch the video at the end. The introduction is priceless. :) I'm not sure if Dave Matthews wrote it or just sings it but here she goes:
Christmas Song
She was his girl, he was her boyfriend Shed be his wife, and make him her husband. A surprise on the way any day any day One healthy little giggling, dribbling baby boy The wisemen came, three made their way To shower him with love while he lay in the hay Shower him with love, love, love Love,love,love Love,love was all around.
Not very much of his childhood was known Kept his mother mary worried always out on his own He met another mary, who for a reasonable fee, Less than reputable was known to be His heart was full of love, love, love Love, love, love Love, love was all around.
When jesus christ nailed to his tree Said oh daddy-o, I can see how it all soon will be I came to shed a little light on this darkening sea Instead I fear Ive spilled the blood of my children all around The blood of my children all around The blood of my childrens all around. So Im told, so the story goes The people he knew were less than golden-hearted Gamblers and robbers, Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers Like you and me, like you and me Rumors insisted that he soon would be For his deveations taken into custody By the authorities, less informed than he Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers Searching for love, love, love Love, love, love Love, love was all around.
Preparations were made for a celebration day He said eat this bread but think of it as me Drink this wine and dream it will be the blood of our children all around The blood of our children all around The blood of our children all around Father up above Why in all this hatred do you fill me up with love, love, love Love, love, love Love, love is all around.
Father up above Why in all this hatred do you fill me up with love, fill me love, love, yeah Love, love, love Love, love, and the blood of our children all around.
