February 2012
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My Playlist For You:
What I do for a living means a lot of driving. One can only be on the road for so long before they begin to take their playlist making very seriously. A good playlist means getting from point A to point B seemingly sooner. This is one of my 1 hour playlists (1:06:47) that has really been passing time well for me. If you’d like this playlist, just email me at andyrhea {at} gmail {dot} com and...
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Unity
What if the people of the church were unified by Christ alone? What if our faith was the only thing that we needed to unite us? Biblical fellowship does not require common:
Political views
Economic status
Fashion sense
Life experiences
Ethnic background
I would absolutely love to one day worship in a place where salvation through Jesus Christ is the only thing that brings us together.
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“There are 3 places where racial division still persists: bars, prisons, and the...”
– Francis Chan
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Poem To My Valentine,
Valentine, your blossoms bud Crimson crown of thorns and blood Love song of the dying Lamb All the love I’m not, I AM. Valentine, to me, your scars Look like broken prison bars Valentine, your spear-pierced side Pierced my pride. I’ll be your bride.
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In Times of Discord...
I’ll muff my ears and freeze my tears Halt this heart and stop its gears Winter time to heal the hater Freeze it now to melt it later Those moments when I’d lose a friend, Chill, then warm them up again Let the trueness stay alive Hibernate, let truth survive Spring dawns on my dying lawn Remnants of the hate long gone Joy and peace can thrive alone They can call my heart their home
January 2012
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My 2012 list of things to do more/less:
Read Bible more
Eat more healthy foods
Let yourself be old more often
Love people more
Laugh with people more
Let yourself get more young
Be more poor
Own less
Consume less
Give more
Do what glorifies God always
Watchiamthedesperate:
theoldnewchurch:
WELCOME!
This blog will be officially launched VALENTINE’S DAY, Feb 14.
for anyone who hasn’t seen it =]
Keep an eye on this upcoming blog.
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Words are not enough for real poetry:
If I could with words do justice to this landscape To the sight of light-kissed hills To the smell of today ending To the tune in which the clouds sing ‘GLORY’ If I could do it justice in a certain combination of words, I would But those kinds of words don’t exist You’d just have to be here So be here And see for yourself
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“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive...”
– Dr. King
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A Response To "Why I Hate Religion, But Love...
To hate religion, but love Jesus is like:
A runner who hates his own legs
Loving a journey, but hating the vehicle
Hating the book, but loving it’s story
Religion for a disciple of Christ is just the pragmatic side of the actual relationship. How would a marriage fair if the husband didn’t regularly (religiously) tell his wife that he loves her with his words and actions? We all...
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Journal 1-12-12
A day in the...
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Letter to my young self
Now listen here kid, You’ll be old one day So learn what you can, Don’t do stuff I did And you’ll be ok That string with a hook Can’t catch a good keeper So set it aside And follow the brook And keep going deeper Your meal is the hunt I’m sorry to say, Your ribs that stick out (I hate to be blunt) Aren’t going away That’s not all bad tidings For food makes...
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A Little Bit of a New Song:
“Ballad of a Young Man” Please pardon this serpent tongue It’s the price of being young It hisses and hollers out Like a rusty open gate about To close on every word I’ve said I turned that key, I broke that bread And I should be dead
December 2011
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2011 - my 1st year on the road...
2011 has been my band’s first year on the road. It took us about a year and a half to get our lives where they needed to be in order to pursue such an undertaking, but we finally made it. We set out to do this thing and we’ve done it since January of 2011. We’re still doing it. It’s been terrifying. A lot of times we don’t know how we’re going to make it or...
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Here’s a song I wrote and recorded today....
Wanted: Interesting Blogs to Read
Dear Tumblr friends, I spent a considerable bit of time yesterday looking for some new blogs to follow. In all that time, I found less than a handful of blogs that weren’t just a collection of reblogs consisting of photos and quotes from other people. I wonder if some of these blogs are even authored by real people. A blog is supposed to represent a person and if you can be represented by a...
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:) never too soon to start counting! Don't forget...
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“Love is a major inconvenience at times. It is rarely efficient. It is much more...”
– Ruth Haley Barton
November 2011
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Gag this mad grenade It kisses coals, then disobeys My drug of choice, I must confess Are veils of black defensiveness My claws, they grind on pain’s abrasion Steady son, this sharp invasion Beats a drum of human skin The syncopated state I’m in They tie my hands behind me They spit their words upon me My ghost responds without a sheet Touché amour, but this defeat Will not destroy...
Anonymous asked: Is this really anonymous? I don't trust these things sometimes.
You can anonymously ask me anything you like right... →
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Jeremiah 17:7-8
7 Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence indeed is the LORD. 8 He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit.
“Is your love really Love?
Is my love really Love?
I think our love isn’t Love,...”
– Clouds- As Cities Burn (via takecaretiredsouls)
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Shaky hands Salted heart Pray for me Pray for me With/without Stop and start Salted heart Pray for me Pouring out Leaky cup Thirsty tongue, Pray for me Night to day Old to young Sighing lung Pray for me Missing out Missing you Pray for me Pray for me Live your life Make it true Miss me too And pray for me
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Teardrop Doxology-
Praise God for the things that will float in a flood Praise God for the mouthfuls of teardrops and blood Praise God for the scab that will scar to remind Praise God for the lost things we lose just to find Praise God for the heart that breaks, but does not callous Praise God for the pain that won’t return the malice Praise God for the screams that break out into song Praise God for the truth...
October 2011
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What’s right is right, right? Yes. Objectively so. So why is what’s right What I can’t seem to know? The truth is the truth And a lie is a lie, But it all seems to be Swirled like wind in the sky. I must find the law Pressed in red and black ink And I must know what’s firm Cause I’m starting to sink. Eternal and true And dependably so. It’s a map for the road So...
“Dear God, forgive me for thinking too highly of myself.
Dear God, forgive me...”
– Shane Claiborne (via connectspot)
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Stubborn Love
Tonight, my prayers are for you My heart beats outside me I won’t close my eyes My love bound and tied me It’s stubborn and true 5 I’ll pray for your porcelain self It knows who I am, what it is, And I can’t seem to hide And I don’t want to miss So my pride’s on the shelf ...
“Reality is that which, when you stop believing it, doesn’t go away.”
– Philip K. Dick (via early-onset-of-night)
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Chase You Pt. 2
I’m running for the Mount I’m breathing ice and rain For all I’m not This strength I’ve got Is more than I can claim The road looks so unused A narrow, rigid track The growth is dense But easy since This burden’s off my back The yoke I used to tote Would make my thin legs shake With wheezing cough I threw it off And ran for goodness’ sake Thank God my load...
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A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
“I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’ I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where...
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Autumn Feet
She has autumn feet She crackles and cries Like when a leaf dies It shows in her eyes Kneel, pray, and repeat She does everyday She prays dark away Light won’t seem to stay The sun goes down quick With this season’s stages And then the time changes And dark tips the gauges Her dead leaf feet kick They dance like its day They move like ballet They’re waiting for May She will...
September 2011
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The Season of Change
The rows of corn were gold The farmer’s hands were old The sign that stood said “sold” The season of change has come
The hat on his head fit him only The ring on his hand left him lonely His tears were still stoic and stonely His God and his Savior were one
He believed in the hope of tomorrow The hope was the joy in his sorrow In time, we return what we borrow And return to the...
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Life Breaks In
There is a ghost in this machine That reads the rough draft tickled nerves, Fragmented scraps of stimuli Arranged into reality. Perception of the mind breaks out. The self is thin. Still, life breaks in.
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spoken, not real.
How do you scratch a sound if not by dressing it up in some way? It takes the mind a lightning strike to saddle a ghost with words. You can eat those habits like mud or spit them out properly. The only thing that lives on a page is its paper and ink. A man’s vote is his weakest muscle and a sorry wish. Don’t waste time quoting me on this, just forget every word and grow a beard and be...
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August 2011
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Dear Peepaw,
Dear Peepaw, I’ve got some questions that need answering: Where are you now? What have you been up to the last couple of days? Did it hurt? Is the music good? Do you miss us? Are you feeling better now?
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