I prefer victory on my own terms and I'm a little dumb for it
Music is Mystery. Two separate reactions are elicited when it overflows the spirit's goblet; I must become intimate with every single cog in this machine, I must be able to channel this unworldly energy myself. That's the first reaction. The second reaction is a total refusal to want to understand. I don't want to see the seams or zippers on this thing, just let it exist, let it exist in me.
I am greatly unsettled when the absence of God still yields such beauty. The only conclusion to be found is that God can swim through the darkness and find us, find others, in places no one else can. He sneaks, in the good way, surprises, in the good way. We are terrible, just awful, so I feel liberty to chalk up things of sweetness, of purity, of integrity, of wonder and terrifying paralyzing loveliness as something the Lord made, regardless of source, regardless of context. I need to make a promise, the commitment to absolutely understand the disgusting and basely horrible design of every single person on the earth, and to couple that understanding with an undying pursuit to find traces of God's shadow in their soul.
I am greatly unsettled when the absence of God still yields such beauty. The only conclusion to be found is that God can swim through the darkness and find us, find others, in places no one else can. He sneaks, in the good way, surprises, in the good way. We are terrible, just awful, so I feel liberty to chalk up things of sweetness, of purity, of integrity, of wonder and terrifying paralyzing loveliness as something the Lord made, regardless of source, regardless of context. I need to make a promise, the commitment to absolutely understand the disgusting and basely horrible design of every single person on the earth, and to couple that understanding with an undying pursuit to find traces of God's shadow in their soul.