Someone sang this at Church the Week after Easter

This song hits the vibe in my soul right now. I don’t know how it sounds aside from the bluegrass feel that it came through at church. It was smooth.

In the Night My Hope Lives On
by Andrew Peterson

I am weary with the pain of Jacob’s wrestling
In the darkness with the Fear, in the darkness with the Fear
But he met the morning wounded with a blessing
So in the night my hope lives on

When Elisha woke surrounded by the forces
Of the enemies of God, the enemies of God
He saw the hills aflame with angels on their horses
So in the night my hope lives on

I see the slave that toils beneath the yoke unyielding
And I can hear the captive groan, hear the captive groan
For some hand to stay the whip his foe is wielding
Still in the night my hope lives on

I see the armies of the enemy approaching
And the people driven, trembling, to the shore
But a doorway through the waters now is opening
So in the night my hope lives on

Like the son who thought he’d gone beyond forgiveness,
Too ashamed to life his head–but if he could lift his head
He would see his father running from a distance
In the night my hope lives on

I can see the crowd of men retreating
As he stands between the woman and their stones
And if mercy in his holy heart is beating
Then in the night my hope lives on

I remember how they scorned the son of Mary
He was gentle as a lamb, gentle as a lamb
He was beaten, he was crucified, and buried
And in the night, my hope was gone

But the rulers of the earth could not control Him
They did not take his life–he laid it down
All the chains of death could never hope to hold him
So in the night my hope lives on

I can see the Son of Man descending
And the sword He swings is brighter than the dawn
And the gates of Hell will never stand against him
So in the night my hope lives on


Prayers. You know where I find them.

Prayers written by others are a gift.

Part 1:

O Christ, my God, who seest the unseen,
O Christ, my God, who knowest the unknown,
Thy mighty blood was poured forth to atone
For every sin that can be or hath been.

O Thou who seest what I cannot see,
Thou who didst love us all so long ago,
O Thou who knowest, what I must not know,
Remember all my hope, remember me.

Part 2:

On this day that the Lord has made, let us give God the glory and pray for the people he has redeemed.

That we may live as those who believe in the triumph of the cross:Risen Lord, hear our prayer.

That all people may receive the good news of his victory: Risen Lord, hear our prayer.

That those born to new life in the waters of baptism may know the power of his resurrection: Risen Lord, hear our prayer.

That those who suffer pain and anguish may find healing and peace in the wounds of Christ: Risen Lord, hear our prayer.

That in the undying love of Christ, we may have union with all who have died: Risen Lord, hear our prayer.

O Christ,
whose birth means nothing
unless we are born again,
whose death and sacrifice mean nothing
unless we die to sin,
and whose resurrection means nothing
if you are risen alone.
Raise us now to the realm of your grace
and hereafter to the kingdom of your glory;
where you reign
with the Father and the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and for ever. Amen.

Rejoicing in God’s new creation,
let us pray as our Redeemer has taught us:

– The Lord’s Prayer

Breathe on us with your abundant life,
that where we cannot see
we may have courage to believe
that we may be raised with you. Amen.

Your Kony 2012 Reading List

I’ve been doing a lot of reading since I heard of the Invisible Children Kony 2012 video. That said if you’re looking for more information on the subject here are a few extremely worthwhile articles:


NPR, Fact Checking the “Kony 2012” viral video

The Atlantic, The White Savior Industrial Complex

Daily Monitor, What Jason didn’t tell Gavin and his Army of Invisible Children

WarScapes, Not a Click Away: Joseph Kony in the Real World

Have at it. Let me know your responses if you so desire. There’s too much there to blog about and these articles say it better than I could.


Oremus for the win. Again.

How strangely comforting, Lord,
That so many of your servants
Have doubted you.
If I cannot always see the sense
Of your Word;
If I do not always feel confident
About my faith;
If I wonder where your love is
In the face of pain and death;
I am not the first.
A great company of saints and martyrs
Has felt this way before me.
Now, in your presence,
They see face to face
And know as they are known.
Teach me, like them,
Not so much to fear doubt
As to see it
As a sign of the mystery of life
And a door to discovery.


Not too much to say.

There are these birch trees out the window of my office. Juxtaposed between 3 story apartment buildings and a myriad of teriyaki restaurants they are some of the most entertaining trees I know of.

In Spring they make the wind seem like the most fun thing on any elementary school playground. Admittedly, during the winter the wind seen through their bark-bound eyes is most likely a cruel, and damp scourge upon their treeish existence. But in Spring, in the sunlight and wind, I doubt that the rest of us really know how to enjoy the wind like that.

Except for that solitary windsurfer on green lake the other day. He and the trees are both in the know.