Monday, November 29, 2010


I recently discovered Christa Wells an amazing musician!  I have been listening to the song  Weightless over & over!  Unless you've lived in a bunker for most of your life, you will appreciate her music.  You can hear the song by visiting her site (look for the nimbit player and scroll to the song). Listen and ponder the weightlessness of being forgiven!  If I was more techie, I might know how to put her song into this blog for you to listen to as you read the lyrics.  There are no videos to go with this song which would have made it easier to share.

Click here to listen  It is song #8  Scroll down the page till you find the little music player.


Nothing scalds
like the memory of wrongs I did when I was young
how could I, how could I
I’m sorry

I see the eyes
of the ones that I so carelessly abused
how could I, how could I
I’m sorry

Well, I’ve carried this a long time
in a well hidden bundle on my back
but I’ve realized repentance is weightless
so I’ll leave my burden on the tracks

And then I face
the yesterdays that disappointed
misunderstood by a cruel world
and I’m angry

You might suppose
the years would close the curtains on a scene
from such a time, but this was mine to harbor

Well, I’ve carried this a long time
in a well-hidden bundle on my back
but I’ve realized forgiveness is weightless
so I’ll leave my burden on the tracks

Its gonna be like delivery that’s overdue and getting too heavy
Then suddenly, I’m weightless

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

I am

In the stillness I am
In the noise I am
In my sleep I am
In a crowd I am



"It is tragic to see how the religious sentiment of the West has become so individualized that concepts such as "a contrite heart," have come to refer only to the personal experiences of guilt and willingness to do penance for it. The awareness of our impurity in thoughts, words and deeds can indeed put us in a remorseful mood and create in us the hope for a forgiving gesture. But if the catastrophical events of our days, the wars, mass murders, unbridled violence, crowded prisons, torture chambers, the hunger and the illness of millions of people and he unnamable misery of a major part of the human race is safely kept outside the solitude of our hearts, our contrition remains no more than a pious emotion. "

— Henri J.M. Nouwen (Reaching Out)

Monday, November 15, 2010

“The whole problem with the world is that fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts"

Bertrand Russell