| it has to be something big to interrupt many months of non-entries.
http://myespn.go.com/blogs/truehoop/0-28-325/Not-Everybody-Wants-Dwyane-Wade-on-Team-USA.html
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| Recently, I bought a book of spoken words for Christina and found this piece inside... and it just took me
Messiahs by Da Boogie Man
messiahs are not found in palaces or cathedrals
they're allergic to silk, don't go well with royalty
or dignitaries, avoid the self-righteous
and are not trained in the etiquette of class and economics
they're a repulsive flavor of discomfort
stringing the tongue of mass approval
carrying truth in sacks draped across shoulders
in their pockets, are loneliness and misunderstanding
the spare lack-of-change offered by hypocritical well wishers
who pass comments beneath the table of hearing
about how saviors need to take a behavior bath
trim non-conformity into obedience
then put on clothes more suitable for social acceptance
but saving the world is manual-love labor
requiring getting blood and spirt under fingernails
digging in the brittle field of human cruelty
irrigating it with compassion, hoping to create
fertile ground for love to grow
the promise land comes with a price
with struggle/with dirt grit and sweat
messiahs must come prepared to work
with attitude/fire
messiahs aren't pretty pictures
they are
reformed crooks the poor and unlearned
used to be killers buckers of authority
questioners of religion and tradition
the stubborn who accept nothing less
than the truth
if jesus was here today he would be called baby j
hang out in tenements and frequent corner dice games:
all the time, warning wayward souls about the odds
of spiritually crapping out
he would disrupt church services and political
forums, asking "why wasn't GOD invited"
he would heal people without insurance
call hospitals hypocrites. feed the poor,
call grocery stores selfish
he would sing gospel but understand the blues
he would be despised and ridiculed
labeled trouble maker and conspiracy theorist,
unattractive and no one would want
to be like him, homeless and depend on you for food
in response to kindness he would heal
your flesh and save your soul
feeding the homeless might save your soul
past allegiances with lies might make
you the best ally of truth. your imperfections
might make you the perfect messiah
you could be the savior
the fate of the world could rest in your hands
no matter how ugly or imperfect you think
they are
in your hands could be redemption, power, and salvation
nonbelievers will place a crown of thorny doubts around your mind
screaming sarcastic nails into the pulse of your self-confidence to pierce
the side of the voice calling your soul, hoping you will hang, suffer, and
suffocate on their crucifix of ignorance and hate
don't come down /you will live again
don't come down/you will conquer the unconquerable
don't come down
stay on that cross
use it to make yourself perfect
then
come to your people messiah
they're waiting on you
to
save them
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| Cambodia was definently an incredible experience and I don't think I've ever had such a mix of contradicting feelings.
That's about as deep as it's going to get today.
Here are some funny clips of the team (thanks to grace).
Boom chicka boom: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dq--wBAQHCw
Oh, my Lord: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGt7NHGNLBY
Moon Chai: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vunQiL1lBQ
The miracle van: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25Zr0IirWVg
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| Here we go.
www.xanga.com/grxcambodia2007
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