I’ll never forget my first memory of Hulkamania running wild. I was probably about 7 years old. It was a Saturday night, back in the days before cable had been widely adopted. In those simpler times, the TV only got about 6 channels. One of those channels was NBC. I […]
Despair is for people who know, beyond any doubt, what the future is going to bring. Nobody is in that position. So despair is not only a kind of sin, theologically, but also a simple mistake, because nobody actually knows. In that sense there is always hope. – Patrick Curry
For the sake of all things beautiful, find me a better live performance than this one. It starts off innocently enough, but the tension gradually mounts and eventually explodes into the most raw, wild, heartfelt, disturbing and mesmerizing endings in the history of live performance. It is so amazing, I […]
The book “An Arrow Pointing to Heaven” describes an odd habit singer Rich Mullins cultivated during a music tour. The activity is described like this: During a concert tour in 1989, Rich performed the same ritual every night before going onstage. He had a dry-erase board and some markers. Each […]
I finally finished watching the 9-hour long Macho Man Randy Savage anthology and wanted to share what was, by far, the most touching moment. To set the scene, Savage had been with the lovely Miss Elizabeth since 1985. He started out his WWF career as a bad guy, often mistreating […]
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If I stand here, I can see the Little Red Haired girl when she comes out of her house… Of course, if she sees me peeking around this tree, she’ll think I’m the dumbest person in the world… But if I don’t peek around the tree, I’ll never see her… […]
There are people who, on meeting a successful rival, no matter in what, are at once disposed to turn their backs on everything good in him, and to see only what is bad. There are people, on the other hand, who desire above all to find in that lucky rival […]
Lay a whisper on my pillow Red Sox. I’ve lost that lovin’ feelin and here are ten reason why. 1. They became too popular. It used to mean something to be a Red Sox fan. They didn’t always sell out every home game, win a ton of games and get so […]
This here is a book which might be disregarded as something for a younger audience. However, before you automatically assume it’s not for you, recall this quote by C.S. Lewis: A children’s story that can only be enjoyed by children is not a good children’s story in the slightest. I’m here […]
My first awareness of change within me came as I began to reflect on how I performed the mundane responsibilities from which I felt so alienated. Though I was not completely alive to them, I was able at least to think about them, if only from a distance. I was struck by how wonderfully ordinary life is. Simply being alive became holy to me. As I saw myself typing exams, chatting with a student on the way to class, or tucking one of my children into bed, I sensed I was beholding something sacred. My encounters with students presented astonishing opportunities to listen and encourage. Bedtime with Catherine, David, and John allowed me to convey the blessing and love of God to them. I was not yet fully alive to these ordinary moments, but I began to glimpse how profound they were.
In other words, though I experienced death, I also experienced life in ways that I never thought possible before – not after the darkness, as we might suppose, but in the darkness. I did not go through pain and come out the other side; instead, I lived in it and found within that pain the grace to survive and eventually grow. I did not get over the loss of my loved ones; rather, I absorbed the loss into my life, like soil receives decaying matter, until it became a part of who I am. Sorrow took up permanent residence in my soul and enlarged it. I learned gradually that the deeper we plunge into suffering, the deeper we can enter a new, and different, life – a life no worse than before and sometimes better. A willingness to face the loss and to enter into the darkness is the first step we must take. Like all first steps, it is probably the most difficult and takes the most time.
– Gerald L. Sittser, loser of his mother, wife and daughter in a car accident with a drunken driven. Taken from his book: A Grace Disguised: How the Soul Grows Through Loss.
