Today my mind has changed. I'm a little embarrassed that it has taken this long. There is no way I can reconcile teams using names like "Indians" or "Redskins" with what I believe about racial reconciliation and the image of God that every human bears.
On the left is an actual confrontation between a Cleveland Indian fan and a Native American protester from the Cleveland Indians home opener last week. On the right is a prophetic cartoon by Lalo Alcaraz from 2002.
This was my tipping point.
All Sons and Daughters LIVE. Oh my goodness. I'm loving this right now. New worship language! Makes my heart beat harder.
This is simultaneously brilliant as a teaching strategy, redemption of anti-social behavior, and a critique of modern art. This wins.
John Mark McMillan. Released today.
My friend Paul posted this shot, labeled "72 hours without Laura..." Nice work, Paul.
A quote from Russell Brand on the tragic death of Philip Seymour Hoffman (via John Stossel):
"In spite of his life seeming superficially great, in spite of all the praise and accolades, in spite of all the loving friends and family, there is a predominant voice in the mind of an addict that supersedes all reason and that voice wants you dead. This voice is the unrelenting echo of an unfulfillable void."
I submit that all men have this void to fill, and that for the addict, a substance is used to try to fill it. I believe we all try to fill what can only be satisfied through relationship with our Creator. I'm not suggesting that Jesus is a band-aid that supernaturally quiets every voice in our mind, every craving, every competing urge. But I do believe he can be our strength and our joy. While every other voice whispers lies to us about how that void can be satisfied, He provides us the power of a superior promise.
Amy and Z riding up the Duquesne Incline. #pittsburgh #family #vscocam