Dear christian, don't watch this if you don't want to be convicted...

Whether you loved this or hated this, I think the greater point is let's test everything against the standards that God sets in His word.

To God be the glory. Amen.

Spoken words...

During the past couple of days I've been...captured by stories told by poets of Passion for Christ Movement (P4CM).  They have challenged me, given me new perspective, they have brought things to light which I rarely thought of or considered.  Through their experiences and words, they have helped me to see more, feel more, understand more...

hope they do the same for you...

Here are some that moved me.
(To God be the glory)

Ready or Not by Janette...ikz & Ezekiel

"I will wait for you" by Official P4CM Poet JANETTE...IKZ

Identity Crisis of a Misfit by Ezekiel

Only the Good Die Young

P4CM Presents I Promised I Wouldn't Tell! by Featured RHETORIC Poet J"O" Speaks

Breathless

the music begins to play
and a soft melody fills the air
the rhythm of the song touches my soul
and she begins her dance
putting motions to the song
she paints a picture so heavenly
only angels could have matched her beauty
her hands move

like falling rain
her legs make her seem to rise and fall
as if she were floating on the the clouds
as she spins
her hair becomes like a beautiful garment
and her face
her face is what i love the most
her eyes shine
like diamonds in the sky
and her smile shines like the sun
and as our eyes meet
i am captivated
and i can only stare
everything else fades away, but her
and i am left...
breathless

(written in Auckland New Zealand 2003, while away from the one I love)

Just a little reminder to myself of how in love I was with her...
and how she is even more beautiful now.
It's good to remember.

Wooden Heart by Listener

via RagamuffinSoul.com


Listener "Wooden Heart" from Nathan Corrona on Vimeo.

In whatever form, passion holds my attention for a bit...and that was the case with this video here: Wooden Heart by Listener (Dustbrandfilms) I'll confess, there were points where I was about to close the tab and move on, but the intensity of his voice held me...the conflict and struggle in his movements held me...the sheer visual beauty of the story held me. To be perfectly honest, it was hard to understand what he was exactly saying...until the last line:  we only have what we remember

And then I had to watch it again.

...because those 6 words resonate with something that I feel God has been saying to me: to remember
After (or when) you watch the video, click on this link for the lyrics to this poem and go through it again. On my second or third listen, more lyrics came to life and in a sense breathed some life into me:

"...but we're making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts 

we all have the same holes in our hearts..."

"...and my hopes are weapons that I'm still learning how to use right

but they're heavy and I'm awkward...always running out of fight"

"...all these machines will rust I promise, but we'll still be electric

shocking each other back to life"

"...because are church is made out of shipwrecks

from every hull these rocks have claimed

but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better though the change

so come on yall and let's wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief

and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach

come on and sew us together, we're just tattered rags stained forever

we only have what we remember"

Thank you, Listener.
"we only have what we remember"