Money is like women: Everyone wants lots of it & even though no one really understands how it works, if you can grasp some basic principles, it’ll make your life a LOT less complicated. And did you ever notice that those who get some are often the ones who ALREADY HAVE some? Then there’s the misconception that if you keep groveling they’ll eventually put out, but maybe that’s what Jesus was talking about when He said (referring to money & possessions), “Make the kingdom of God your priority & all these other things will be added to you!” ‘Cuz in reality, it’s only when you start getting interested in something else that they feel they need to start flaunting their stuff.
This recent recession might be like a bit of a dry spell for you, or maybe you were NEVER much of a Don Juan with Lady Luck & Mistress Mammon (ancient god of money) who, ironically seem to enjoy flashing their goodies but never let you touch. Well, here are a couple tips that might really slap’em where it hurts.
Faith. We are finding that that’s ALL our economy is made of! Just like women seem to be able to smell a lack of confidence, all this fear & media-hype about recession is probably half its cause! In our enlightened, God-independent, sophisticated culture we’ve opted for a faith that we could see, hold in our hands & stick in our wallets—a religion upon which we could all agree & which could unite us. Fairy tales & superstition is for the children, right? And now we’re finding out that those pieces of paper for which we slaved & all those one’s & zeros we put our faith in were but a hoax devised by the economic high priests who have the masses high & horny on Viagra credit & worshipping in their commercial temples.
What fools these mortals be!
Hope. We need to start putting our eggs in different baskets. We don’t want to make financial mayhem but there must be other ways to invest our time, energy, passion & effort. Are we really living life? Do we spend time to help our neighbor—to let him know you’ll be there in hard times & to know that he’ll be there for you? When was the last time we thought about the value that lies in a child—so busy with the next paycheck that we’ve forgotten the hope of our future?
Love. Here’s how women are NOT like money: Everybody needs love. It’s what everybody’s dying for. Money is the dead math made to fill the void in the heart of every boy AND girl--& the God we forgot about is waiting for a chance to fill it with the power of love that made the universe. He’s trying to flirt with YOU & get YOUR attention & He’s kind of hoping that after getting screwed over by Mammon, you’ll give Him a second chance to win your heart! He sent Jesus to give His life to pay for the greatest gift a lover could give: eternal life together, with joy & love & no more fear. He’s ringing the doorbell of your heart & waiting for you to answer. He’s on one knee waiting for you to say “yes”. Won’t you do it now?
Friday, 5 June 2009
Monday, 30 March 2009
Whither Shall I Go?
‘Cuz I know that a lot of people are wondering what the hell we were thinking.
It’s a classic Family Song by “Ruth Selah” inspired from Psalm 139 (verses 7-9 particularly), used to be my dad’s favorite & was consequently one of the first songs I ever learned to play on guitar (at the tender age of 8) with it’s simple, basic chords (D, A & Em) second ONLY to “I’m In Love With Jesus” (with it’s even LESS demanding chord structure of D & A).
WHY, then, would we deliberately go out of our way to complicate the chords, muck up the melody & throw this minor gimmick all over the place? I‘ve gotta say, it DID used to be this sweet sort of song about how the Lord will always be there beside us no matter what we go through, so HOW does Metanoya get off turning it into this distressful sounding song like we always seem come out with?
If you weren’t already asking yourself this question, I’m sorry for ruining it for you.
However, IF you’re a more purist appreciator of Family classics, probably thinking that that’s the just only kind of music we know how to make, or we just wouldn’t think it was cool if we couldn’t put a semi depressive twist on a song regardless of what it’s about (no doubt due to some negative spiritual influence we’re being oppressed by) THEN you might find this explanation interesting:
If you look at this passage, as I said above, as a sweet reassurance that God will always be there beside us as a support & comforter, then the rather disturbed feeling we put into the arrangement might seem quite inappropriate. But what I was trying to portray in our rendition was the story of a soul who was TRYING to flee God’s presence. There have been times in my life when I just WISHED God’s voice would shut up & give me a break—you know, when our Heavenly Father sometimes comes across as a nagging mother? But He had mercy on me & wouldn’t let me go.
I am humbled by the thought of some who have gone before me, better men than I, who fell by the wayside of God’s blessing by straying from His Will. And I can only thank the Lord that He has not yet let me weasel out from underneath the crushing millstone of the conviction of His Holy Spirit.
Read the chapter again in this light & imagine toying with the prospect of descending into the depths of the sea, making your bed in hell & thinking that the darkness could hide you. Then realizing that wherever you run there will always be...that voice.
It’s a classic Family Song by “Ruth Selah” inspired from Psalm 139 (verses 7-9 particularly), used to be my dad’s favorite & was consequently one of the first songs I ever learned to play on guitar (at the tender age of 8) with it’s simple, basic chords (D, A & Em) second ONLY to “I’m In Love With Jesus” (with it’s even LESS demanding chord structure of D & A).
WHY, then, would we deliberately go out of our way to complicate the chords, muck up the melody & throw this minor gimmick all over the place? I‘ve gotta say, it DID used to be this sweet sort of song about how the Lord will always be there beside us no matter what we go through, so HOW does Metanoya get off turning it into this distressful sounding song like we always seem come out with?
If you weren’t already asking yourself this question, I’m sorry for ruining it for you.
However, IF you’re a more purist appreciator of Family classics, probably thinking that that’s the just only kind of music we know how to make, or we just wouldn’t think it was cool if we couldn’t put a semi depressive twist on a song regardless of what it’s about (no doubt due to some negative spiritual influence we’re being oppressed by) THEN you might find this explanation interesting:
If you look at this passage, as I said above, as a sweet reassurance that God will always be there beside us as a support & comforter, then the rather disturbed feeling we put into the arrangement might seem quite inappropriate. But what I was trying to portray in our rendition was the story of a soul who was TRYING to flee God’s presence. There have been times in my life when I just WISHED God’s voice would shut up & give me a break—you know, when our Heavenly Father sometimes comes across as a nagging mother? But He had mercy on me & wouldn’t let me go.
I am humbled by the thought of some who have gone before me, better men than I, who fell by the wayside of God’s blessing by straying from His Will. And I can only thank the Lord that He has not yet let me weasel out from underneath the crushing millstone of the conviction of His Holy Spirit.
Read the chapter again in this light & imagine toying with the prospect of descending into the depths of the sea, making your bed in hell & thinking that the darkness could hide you. Then realizing that wherever you run there will always be...that voice.
Monday, 2 March 2009
Suggestive Rhyme
I was going through some archives on my computer & found this old poem I wrote. You kind of have to read it out loud & with the right rhythm or it doesn't work.
When a word's well rhymed
It can play with your mind
And plunge you in wild reflection
If I fail to tame it
I beg you to blame it
On my relentless, throbbing er...upting headache
My art, don't diss it.
If you find it explicit,
Well, that's just the difference between us:
I don't deserve
To be labled a perve
For exibiting my short, hardy p...oem
You, however
Have issues to wether
Your head is outlandish & corny
And you're getting all fired
And a little bit wired
Just 'cause I'm so helplessly hor...rible at rhyming
Unto the pure
All things will be pure
Like those eggs they're eating at China
But thay can't say it's wrong
To be more turned on
By your wife's hot, waiting v...ery yummy spaghetti
My verses have style
They've made people smile
I recite them for parties & guests.
They suck, but who damns?
It works well with the fans
I get blown by the ones with large b...lades
When a word's well rhymed
It can play with your mind
And plunge you in wild reflection
If I fail to tame it
I beg you to blame it
On my relentless, throbbing er...upting headache
My art, don't diss it.
If you find it explicit,
Well, that's just the difference between us:
I don't deserve
To be labled a perve
For exibiting my short, hardy p...oem
You, however
Have issues to wether
Your head is outlandish & corny
And you're getting all fired
And a little bit wired
Just 'cause I'm so helplessly hor...rible at rhyming
Unto the pure
All things will be pure
Like those eggs they're eating at China
But thay can't say it's wrong
To be more turned on
By your wife's hot, waiting v...ery yummy spaghetti
My verses have style
They've made people smile
I recite them for parties & guests.
They suck, but who damns?
It works well with the fans
I get blown by the ones with large b...lades
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
Happy Birthday Me
33. When I turned 30 I swelled on the glorious realisation that I was at the age of Christ when He started His ministry. The sky was the limit & there were no Alps...
Now I'm at the age where Christ died.
EVEN HE had done it all by the time He got to where I am now & HE didn't even have an email address. I guess the way to look at it would be "33, the age at which Christ conquered death". Now all I have to do is find something approximately as impressive but maybe more within my talent range. Any Ideas? My Dad suggested AVOIDING death. Good one, good one. Anyone else?
Now I'm at the age where Christ died.
EVEN HE had done it all by the time He got to where I am now & HE didn't even have an email address. I guess the way to look at it would be "33, the age at which Christ conquered death". Now all I have to do is find something approximately as impressive but maybe more within my talent range. Any Ideas? My Dad suggested AVOIDING death. Good one, good one. Anyone else?
Monday, 16 February 2009
Levons Nos Verres
It's way better if you view it in HD (Press play & then mouse over the button all the way on the right. There'll be a drop up menu. Select "HD"). I'm still trying to figure out how to get decent quality results for non HD videos on YouTube, but for now...enjoy?
For a little-closer-to-decent quality ckick HERE
For a little-closer-to-decent quality ckick HERE
Friday, 19 December 2008
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
Why I don’t Blog: Christmas season tends to keep me busy
The most recent reason I don’t blog (or, haven’t been blogging) is because we’ve all been working on our Christmas show-- preparing for most of November & then perform here & there throughout December. It’s basically a re-take on last year’s show with mostly the same costumes, props & songs plus a couple additions-- most noticeable of which is Rachel who came from Spain & has been a big blessing. I’ve been giving her tips & ideas for choreography & stuff which I’m sure has really helped her a lot too. :D (I am SO gonna get hit for that.)
Since Celeste & Angelique have been super busy with school 10 hours a day it’s a very good thing that Rachel was here to work on stuff while they were away. They have to fit their word time, dinner time & dance practice into what’s left of their day & then go to bed early & then work all weekend. So God bless them, they’re going to be wiped out come Boxing Day. But that’s how we keep them out of trouble.
Of course we (Agnès & myself) had to make another set of costumes for Rachel, cane & swanky hat included. I get why she gets so much crap on her blog: she’s a very special person with qualities that would make people jealous AND, at the same time, she’s lots of fun to tease-- ESPECIALLY since we have officially decided that she’s Irish (fo
r PR—the French love anything Irish).As for me, I don’t do much on stage, I mainly stick to lighting & changing backdrops. But I’ve been working a good deal on the music tracks & helping Bénédicte re-arrange the outline of the show, adding fill music where needed etc. I’ve also had to get down to producing music without Peter, which I HAVE done before but I’ve always ran it past him to fix up & mix down. So that’s new & I’m not always sure with the same results.
Thankfully Oli is around to do all the technical stuff when it comes to show time—all the electronic stuff, sound engineering & setting up. Oh, yes: we figured out the most efficient way to pack all our equipment & props into the smallest vehicle space. Good times.
We stole the “Lord of the Dance” theme music & mixed it with the old French Christmas carol which was adapted into English as “Blow the Trumpet & Beat the Drum” & they do the whole Irish tap-dancing thing to it. The French just love that sort of thing.
The response has been overwhelmingly positive, praise the Lord, most likely due to our lineup of hot girls plus my witty use of lights & smoke… No, seriously I’m good. Oh well, it MIGHT have SOMETHING to do with all the collective work, prayer & sacrifices we’ve put in as a home to make it work & the Lords Spirit which makes everyday like Christmas.
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