Friday, June 10, 2011

The Amazing Human Voice

The human voice is an amazing instrument.  Check out this video from T-Mobile (you know, the company that did the dance at the train station...)  No instruments were used in the making of this video.



On another note--no pun intended--I recently found some of the music from the harmony group lil' sis and I were part of for several years.  Boy were those good times!  G & B, I miss singing around the piano with you!

Saturday, April 23, 2011

“What is truth?”

“. . .For this cause I was born, and for this cause I have come into the world, that I should bear witness to the truth. Everyone who is of the truth hears My voice.”. . .

So then Pilate took Jesus and scourged Him. And they stripped Him and put a scarlet robe on Him.  When they had twisted a crown of thorns, they put it on His head, and a reed in His right hand. And they bowed the knee before Him and mocked Him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!”  Then they spat on Him, and took the reed and struck Him on the head.  And when they had mocked Him, they took the robe off Him, put His own clothes on Him, and led Him away to be crucified. . .

And He, bearing His cross, went out to a place called the Place of a Skull, which is called in Hebrew, Golgotha, where they crucified Him. . .

Now from the sixth hour until the ninth hour there was darkness over all the land.  And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?” that is, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?”. . .

After this, Jesus, knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the Scripture might be fulfilled, said, “I thirst!”  Now a vessel full of sour wine was sitting there; and they filled a sponge with sour wine, put it on hyssop, and put it to His mouth.  So when Jesus had received the sour wine, He said, “It is finished!”. . . And bowing His head, He gave up His spirit. . .

Then, behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom; and the earth quaked, and the rocks were split. . . So when the centurion and those with him, who were guarding Jesus, saw the earthquake and the things that had happened, they feared greatly, saying, “Truly this was the Son of God!”. . .

These are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that believing you may have life in His name.


-Scripture excerpts from Matthew, Luke, and John

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Communication

I'm in a "Human Relations in Business" class this semester, and we have a group project to do.  Our topic is communication.  Although we're not yet sure what subset of communication we want to focus on, we do know that we want to make our presentation something more enjoyable than just a power point slide show.  I remember from years back when some friends did a funny skit at our summer family camp.  The skit was related to men's-and-women's communication--or more specifically, the lack thereof.  I found the skit and proposed we perform it at the beginning of our presentation as a way to break the ice.  Well, I also happened to find a youtube video of it.

For your viewing pleasure. . ."The Story of Roger and Elaine" by Dave Barry.

Monday, February 14, 2011

God loved us when we were dead in sins.



There is no fact which seems to be so staggering to faith. Such action is so utterly at variance with all the feelings which we experience, or witness in others. Our love is excited by what we deem lovely; our hearts are warmed by the charms of extraordinary worth and grace; we turn with disgust from the hideous deformities of vice and iniquity; we loathe and reprobate the dark features of undisguised evil. Who ever loves that which is altogether hateful? Our love lies dead and dormant until aroused and kindled by something from without.

Such is the manner of man. How different the manner of our God! He loves us with a great love before one particle of divine grace enters our souls. . . What a wondrous thought is here! Oh, for more grace to see it distinctly, and to realize it abidingly! God has greatly loved us, when we were nothing but sin, when we did nothing but sin. Whence then sprang this love? . . . Whence then did it originate? Surely from nothing belonging to us. It sprang entirely from His own nature, which is Love. "God is Love." He loved us, because it was His will to love us. We may search and reason until all our powers fail, and we shall find no motive or cause out of God Himself. Let us then adore our God, and the freeness and the riches of His love! Who is a God like unto Him, who so greatly loved us, vile, hateful sinners! What an instance of God-like grace!

~ Meditations on Ephesians: Henry Law

Have a blessed Valentines Day as you ponder the overwhelming love of Jesus!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

In all criminal prosecutions. . .

. . .the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the Assistance of Counsel for his defence.
~Amendment 6 to the US Constitution

I have not committed a crime, but I am going to court. Today I will fulfill my civic duty and report for jury duty. Most people groan at the prospect, but I'm one of the few geeks, nerds, and apparently mentally "messed-up" people who actually enjoys going. Not that I LOVE to spend my time sitting in a courtroom, but I do find a deep-lurking sense of pleasure and fascination with our legal system.

I--for one--am thankful that we have the right to a trial by jury of our peers--and I will do everything I can to support that right--even if it means interrupting my work week to sit for 8 hours listening to (if I'm lucky) attorneys and judges rapid-fire questions at that poor specimen in the jury box, or (if I'm unlucky) reading in it's entirety the biography of Noah Webster I kept intending to pick up but never quite got around to.