I love God's creation. Seeing animals and learning about animals are always fascinating to me. Combine that with music and it's hard not to watch.
Here's a video I stumbled upon while wandering around the internet. Beautiful imagery and interesting music - I just had to post it in my blog...
Lego turns 60 today! (The patent for the little plastic brick was granted on January 28, 1958.) It has become my favorite toy. I think we got Lego bricks as a toy at one time and added to the brick collection from time to time. During the years of school and work, the toy didn't get much attention from me. But with visits to Disney World, and seeing their presence at Downtown Disney, my love for the sets of bricks has grown. Happy Birthday, Lego! Thanks for reminding me that life can - and should - be playful.
I remember learning many years ago that every day has a lesson. It's part of the beauty of being a life-long learner; you always find there is something new to learn about myself or the world around me - IF I take the time to consider, to reflect, to ponder. It's not that hard. Keeping a journal helps. Write it down. If it is part of living, it can be part of a journal.
A message from the chancellor of Dallas Seminary, my alma mater, on the opportunities of growth during times of misfortune.
Let me counsel every true servant of Christ to “examine his own heart” frequently and carefully as to his state before God. This is a practice which is useful at all times: it is especially desirable at the present day. When the great plague of London was at its height people [noticed] the least symptoms that appeared on their bodies in a way that they never remarked them before. A spot here, or a spot there, which in time of health men thought nothing of, received close attention when the plague was decimating families, and striking down one after another! So it ought to be with ourselves, in the times in which we live. We ought to watch our hearts with double watchfulness. We ought to give more time to meditation, self-examination, and reflection. It is a hurrying, bustling age: if we would be kept from falling, we must make time for being frequently alone with God.
J. C. Ryle (1816-1900)
So I switched over to Netflix and looked for something entertaining. After a couple of misses, I clicked on a movie called Lion - and found myself thinking about things like "love" and "being lost" and "finding home".
Another song for Tuesday... I believe I may have posted this before, but it still is one of my favorites. Here it is performed by the BYU Singers (Dr. Andrew Crane, conductor).
All we are we have found in song:
you have drawn this song from us.
Songs of lives unfolding flying overhead, cry overhead;
longing, rising from the song within.
Moving like the rise and fall of wings,
hands that shape our calling voice on the edge of answers you’ve heard our cry,
you’ve known our cry: music’s fierce compassion flows from you.
The night is restless with the sounds we hear,
is broken, shaken by the cries of pain:
for this is music’s inner voice,
saying yes, we hear you,
all you who cry aloud, and we will fly,
answering you: so our lives sing,
sing, wild we will fly,
wild in spirit we will fly.
Like a feather falling from the wing,
fragile as a human voice,
afraid, uncertain, alive to love,
we sing as love, afraid, uncertain,
yet our flight begins as song.
Kim André Arnesen (b. 1980)
"Why is this powerful, majestic, forest-stripping, lightning-bolt voice so hard for us to hear? How does it radically transform the environment, yet fall ever-so-subtly on our ears? Perhaps we’re listening with the wrong ears. God’s voice is an intense and immensely powerful force, rather than a series of sound waves. Perhaps He issues loud commands to nature’s obedient instruments but whispers His love and guidance to those whose spirits can choose and must relate to Him by faith. Perhaps if He dictated everything to us clearly and decisively, it would be the end of a relationship and the beginning of rote servitude — a condition for which He did not design us. Regardless, we need to understand that the voice we strain to hear isn’t weak. Just one word from God can change any situation at any moment. He may whisper to us, gently guide us, tell us about His plans for us, and counsel us in the midst of our circumstances, but when He issues a command, it’s done. We must never mistake His quietness for reluctance or weakness. We can depend on the power of His voice — even when we aren’t hearing it clearly."
Tiegreen, Chris (2014-09-01). The One Year Hearing His Voice Devotional: 365 Days of Intimate Communication with God (p. 16). Tyndale Momentum. Kindle Edition.
I recently read this very interesting and entertaining article by Jason Zook -- about being too busy. He's very convicting, but in a good way.
I’ve never heard of a highly creative or successful person being too busy.
Let me rephrase that: I’ve never heard of a highly creative or successful person that I respect being too busy. The most creative people of our time are doing more things in a day than most people do in a week (or even month). But you know what you rarely hear a highly creative or successful person say? “I’m too busy.”
It's also a holiday weekend - remembering the birth of one of the United States' most influential civil rights leaders.
I don't remember much about the beginnings of the Civil Rights movement; I remember people being angry and saying hateful things. But I grew up without really considering the color of a person's skin. To me the people around me were friends and neighbors, schoolmates and playmates. People I liked and people who liked me. As I grew older I understood his wasn't always true in my country.
But Martin Luther King, Jr. tried to change that. His sermons, his non-violent disobedience, his influence brought change to this country. It's ironic that many in this country seem to desire returning to a time of separation because they don't agree with other people. In my opinion, Dr. King and others wouldn't be happy with where things are going...
The first time I heard The Beatles was on my first trip to England with my mother and my sister -- 1961. Their music was everywhere during the 60's and to say they influenced the music for generations is an understatement. The list of their songs seems endless. The tunes are timeless. To see them age along with their music at the time is a fascinating stroll through memories of years now passed...
How's about a song on Tuesday? Here's one by one of my favorite choirs: St. Olaf College Choir (Minnesota). This was recorded in Trondheim, Norway (2013).
I believe in the sun, even when it's not shining.
I believe in love, even when I feel it not.
I believe in God, even when He is silent.
(The words were apparently found in a concentration camp at the end of WWII.)