LEAN INTO YOUR DISCOMFORT

Read this compelling story to find out why this trilingual local with an electrical and engineering degree is driving 60 miles a day just to take your order at Los Cabos Mexican restaurant. View high resolution

Read this compelling story to find out why this trilingual local with an electrical and engineering degree is driving 60 miles a day just to take your order at Los Cabos Mexican restaurant.

Death in His Grave

Though the Earth Cried out for blood
Satisfied her hunger was
Her billows calmed on raging seas
for the souls on men she craved

Sun and moon from balcony
Turned their head in disbelief
Their precious Love would taste the sting
disfigured and disdained

So three days in darkness slept
The Morning Sun of righteousness
But rose to shame the throes of death
And over turn his rule

Now daughters and the sons of men
Would pay not their dues again
The debt of blood they owed was rent
When the day rolled a new

On Friday a thief
On Sunday a King
Laid down in grief
But awoke with keys
Of Hell on that day
The first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ
Laid death in his grave

He has cheated
Hell and seated
Us above the fall
In desperate places
He paid our wages
One time once and for all

John Mark McMillan

Christopher Saunders lives and works in Brooklyn, NY. His paintings are gloomy, atmospheric, and mesmerizing.

(Source: cross-connect)

Today is Palm Sunday

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Learn more about…

“Christ’s “triumphant,” but misunderstood, entry into Jerusalem, the day that begins Holy Week.”

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Select full screen, press play, and then marvel at some of the world’s best time lapse photography by the artists at T-RECS.

They collectively publish a blog where they share videos and tutorials on how to make your own time-lapses. If you have After Effects, we recommend this guide for making startrails! 

A Night Sky Time-Lapse That Will Blow You Away

via John Nack on Adobe

Stunning!

One year ago today, my dad and I made plans to spend Valentines Day together. It had been a terrible year for us but we had begun to rebuild our very broken relationship. Being newly single and having practically nothing in my apartment, my dad decided he needed to get me some things. Everything about that day was totally out of the ordinary… 

My dad coming to my apartment all dressed up with a bouquet of pink carnations (although, him not listening to me and arriving behind a fence in the backyard did seem totally normal)… sitting in my room as he shared all the exciting things happening to his business and God’s blessings that he knew he didn’t deserve… Sharing his hopes and dreams for my younger brother… going to the store (observing for the millionth time how strangers felt his warm presence)… him buying me towels, pillows, a rug and blanket… him responding to my discomfort about gifts with “just let me, I need to do this”… His plans to buy me a bed as I was sleeping on a borrowed mattress on the floor… feeling his joy as he watched me put things away in my apartment… forgetting to take separate cars to dinner and talking about how my life had just recently changed so much and how grateful I was to have friends like the Pauli’s and how I felt at peace… Arriving to CU Restaurant and on a whim FaceTiming my sister and nephew while we waited for my mom… my dad’s uncontrollable smile as he saw Brooke and Braiden’s faces for the first time in months… The multiple screen shots I took of them chatting which would end up being the last pictures of my dad… his story about one of his lifelong friends that he just visited and how he planned to write him a letter about his life and relationship with his family, daughter and stepdaughter—about the love and forgiveness that his friend needed to show to himself, so that he could show it to the people around him…

But most of all, I’ll never stop reflecting on those last moments when he hugged and kissed my mom and I goodbye and I watched him walk away in his heavy black overcoat. I hesitated in that holy moment where I viscerally felt the weight of his hurt and shame wash over me and knew I should get out of the car and run to him and embrace him again—this time soul addressing soul. 

Embrace those around you, don’t miss the holy and sacred in what has become ordinary or ritual.

Live and observe from a spiritual posture of expectant reverence.

One year ago today, my dad and I made plans to spend Valentines Day together. It had been a terrible year for us but we had begun to rebuild our very broken relationship. Being newly single and having practically nothing in my apartment, my dad decided he needed to get me some things. Everything about that day was totally out of the ordinary…

My dad coming to my apartment all dressed up with a bouquet of pink carnations (although, him not listening to me and arriving behind a fence in the backyard did seem totally normal)… sitting in my room as he shared all the exciting things happening to his business and God’s blessings that he knew he didn’t deserve… Sharing his hopes and dreams for my younger brother… going to the store (observing for the millionth time how strangers felt his warm presence)… him buying me towels, pillows, a rug and blanket… him responding to my discomfort about gifts with “just let me, I need to do this”… His plans to buy me a bed as I was sleeping on a borrowed mattress on the floor… feeling his joy as he watched me put things away in my apartment… forgetting to take separate cars to dinner and talking about how my life had just recently changed so much and how grateful I was to have friends like the Pauli’s and how I felt at peace… Arriving to CU Restaurant and on a whim FaceTiming my sister and nephew while we waited for my mom… my dad’s uncontrollable smile as he saw Brooke and Braiden’s faces for the first time in months… The multiple screen shots I took of them chatting which would end up being the last pictures of my dad… his story about one of his lifelong friends that he just visited and how he planned to write him a letter about his life and relationship with his family, daughter and stepdaughter—about the love and forgiveness that his friend needed to show to himself, so that he could show it to the people around him…

But most of all, I’ll never stop reflecting on those last moments when he hugged and kissed my mom and I goodbye and I watched him walk away in his heavy black overcoat. I hesitated in that holy moment where I viscerally felt the weight of his hurt and shame wash over me and knew I should get out of the car and run to him and embrace him again—this time soul addressing soul.

Embrace those around you, don’t miss the holy and sacred in what has become ordinary or ritual.

Live and observe from a spiritual posture of expectant reverence.

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