It’s a rainy Monday here, and after a crazy week and weekend, I’m going to cocoon with my coffee cup and the world of words. But first, I wanted to share with you this stop-motion vid from Canadian musician Deni Gauthier. It tells quite a story alongside the song.
Deni on YouTube | Deni’s website | Deni’s Nimbit Store
I’m off to finish up some work on deadline, and I’ll be back with you once I get my desk cleared a bit.
My writing partner will be thrilled to learn that he was right about Canada being the capital of Narnia…have a great weekend, gang.
Nothing but a really bad headache today. Yesterday was getting back into the home routine, dealing with grouchy overtired teenagers, paying bills, and researching for the next phase of convincing the kids they don’t really learn anything while injecting education into their organic environment. Blargh. I need to convince my husband we should elope, since we haven’t done that and it would be new and novel.
On the other hand, the short animation Paperman is truly gorgeous. Sometimes research is fun.
I came across Canadian indie musician Deni Gauthier via a news article awhile back, and I really like his stuff. This is one of my favourite songs of his so far, and I’m especially looking forward to his new album, Quiet Town, coming out this spring.
Deni posted that “the bridge is a lyric from Michael Gerard Knott, and so I thought it would be appropriate to do some Knott inspired art as well.” The artwork in the song bridge touched me. Tears may become roads, and roads may become healing.
If you like him, go find him.
Deni’s music store (multiple purchase options)
This kind of thing is what I miss out on, living in the country. Favourite thing about visiting cities: Street artists and how they provoke play and laughter between total strangers.
No Friday post, I know! So bad of me. It wasn’t our anniversary, but it was our only day to celebrate it. Seventeen years ago of a lovely December day, Dave and I were married. Outside were the frost-covered trees; inside were the stained-glass windows and the beginnings of an unforeseen adventure together. We had no idea that trying to do right by our own youthful foolishness would put us so far ahead in life.
In fact, we had no idea whether it would work at all. Sometimes it didn’t seem so.
But it has. It has more than worked.
I wish you all a wonderful holiday week. (Don’t drink and drive, do bless a random stressed-out person if the opportunity avails itself.) I’ll be back at it in January. See you then.
Puts a shiver down the spine. Bit of humour, bit of poetry, lots of brilliance. Do you see the words?
Forget the white rabbits. Check this out.
Our friend Randy Brandt did pulpit duty for his church last weekend, and brought a thought-provoking sermon on one of Christ’s cries from the cross, “Why Have You Forsaken Me?” (Ps. 22). I’ll listen to anyone once, but few people force me to listen twice. When we get going on the things of the Lord, Randy is one of those, and he delivers the usual high quality of thought here.
What stood out to me most was his mention of the alternate translation of this line from Psalm 22: “My Strong One, My Strong One, to what have You committed Me?”
Spurgeon, by the way, did a series of 12 sermons on the cries from the cross. I have had them on my shelf for years. If you’re looking for a further Paschal devotional or a personal revival, I highly recommend searching them out — they’re likely available online under the public domain.
My soul cleaves to the dust;
Revive me according to Your word.
Via Grace Bridges. Pop it up to fullscreen — great images.