Mar
Had a great time tonight with the fine folks at Rhythm in Salem, VA. Never played music at a Quality Inn before - now I can scratch that one off my bucket list.
Mar
CRU | 03/27/12 | Charlotte, NC
Mar
South Asian Peoples News - How Music Speaks
Read the latest news from the South Asian region of the world. This is a great one highlighting how we’re using music to reach and connect.
Mar
Feb
I love Sigur Ros’ music and I love Ikea’s furniture.
I wondered if there was a connection between these two loves - and I think I found it.
Sigur Ros song titles and Ikea furniture names are virtually indistinguishable.
Take this little quiz and see how you do.
Feb
What’s the story behind the video that I posted yesterday?
I was standing on a small island of land that was stuck between a river of open sewage and a stone well that was full of grey water for washing clothes. I was surrounded by 20 Indian children who lived in the small ramshackle houses that made up this slum in Mumbai, India. We were stuck for an hour and a half on this small strip of muddy land while the American camera crew fixed an audio issue for a video that I was shooting there.
“We’re almost ready, just keep them entertained” the director told me.
They didn’t have iPhones, iPads, or even old school black and white gameboys that they could pull out to pass the time. All we had was thumbwars, silly english phrases, and laughter. We didn’t speak the same language, we had no interpreter close by, but not one of them left.
What was the incentive for them?
A brand new, clean, large t-shirt from America. 20+ t-shirts that said names of American Universities that they’d never heard of. They waited so they could be one of the lucky kids in their neighborhood that had a t-shirt from the Americans. Because, when they had that shirt - it meant they had A shirt. A shirt that was their own, that wasn’t a part of their mandatory school uniform (if their parents could afford uniforms so they could go to school). A shirt that wasn’t dirty, that wasn’t handed down, that hadn’t been washed in dirty grey water, a shirt that was a gift… to them. And it meant the world.
A shirt that meant: ‘Someone know’s I’m here, they care about me, I must be worth something.’
So, I haven’t talked about it in a while - but I’d really love it if you’d check out the ministry that sent me to India. It’s called OneLife - and they’re doing good work all over the world in the name of Jesus. They’ve got lots of great ways that you can partner with them to tell someone that they’re worth something.
Feb
If this video doesn’t make you smile, then you have no heart.
[I was there when this video was shot. I was a pretty hilarious thing to see these kids running around in their village with college tshirts on]
Feb
The best $3 I’ve ever spent on a book.
Feb
a baby brought back to life
a report from some friends working in India…
‘God has been working in the hearts of a young couple who came to Christ this last year. They have been faithfully devouring God’s word, sharing the gospel with their neighbors and family, and recently rented one room to host their new house church because their current “one room” house can only hold 4-5 people when stuffed full!
The wife of this couple recently travelled back to her village in another part of India. While she was outside her village a woman was having an incredibly hard labor and gave birth to a stillborn baby. The women present at this delivery threw cold water on the baby, blew into its ear and mouth in desperation to revive and breathe life into this baby. The wife said, “We have to pray to Jesus, He is the only one who can save this baby.” She laid her hands on the baby and began to pray fervently for this baby. She prayed, and prayed, and prayed… she prayed for 45 minutes and then….. God gave the baby life again.
What a merciful God we serve that he would grant this new believer the faith to press her humble hands into the lifeless body of a dead newborn and plead for life for 45 minutes without ceasing. What a merciful God we serve that he would grant this unknown village mother in India the life of her Child again.”
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