Those who accepted his message were baptized, and about three thousand were added to their number that day. They devoted themselves to the apostles' teaching and to the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. Everyone was filled with awe, and many wonders and miraculous signs were done by the apostles. All the believers were together and had everything in common. Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had need. Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.
Acts 2:42-47
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
shower us in light
i love music
i love listening to it
i love making it
i love recording it
layering layering layering
more sounds
more strings here and here
haunting reverb on this piano to accent the vocals
i want some claps and snaps right over there
make that bridge climb with a building pulsing low end
i want this to be big
i want this to be complex and filled with textures and colors
but then
i love the simplicity of a raw guitar and an aching voice sung over an aging tape recorder
hastily put together, a snapshot in time
with the sound of the street roaring in the back or friends sitting and talking about ()
crying and still yearning for the womb, it's put down
scribbled on napkins, ink on new skin
and we all celebrate the birth
of our anthem
i love listening to it
i love making it
i love recording it
layering layering layering
more sounds
more strings here and here
haunting reverb on this piano to accent the vocals
i want some claps and snaps right over there
make that bridge climb with a building pulsing low end
i want this to be big
i want this to be complex and filled with textures and colors
but then
i love the simplicity of a raw guitar and an aching voice sung over an aging tape recorder
hastily put together, a snapshot in time
with the sound of the street roaring in the back or friends sitting and talking about ()
crying and still yearning for the womb, it's put down
scribbled on napkins, ink on new skin
and we all celebrate the birth
of our anthem
Saturday, November 15, 2008
let the lamps shine
Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity.
1 Timothy 4:12 (NIV)
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