Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Monday, February 28, 2011

Awake and Alive

The following video is of a song that I absolutely love. It is Skillet's "Awake and Alive." It is a great song, especially to start out a road trip (because it pumps you up and... uh... awakens you). I could (and have) just listen to the song on a loop. Plus you have to love the use of the violin.




Beyond the music itself, I also love the message of the song. The world is out to destroy me, but I will fight. I will go on. When I am to my limit, I rely on God and He renews my strength. With God on my side, no one can stop me. This song gets me pumped up, ready to really live, not the shadow of an existance that this world offers, but really live. In times that I need refreshment and courage, this song gives it.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Songs that make men cry?

In the UK, they did a study revealing the top 10 songs that make men cry. Here is the list they came up with.



Let us not forget, however, that these "men" are English. The English aren't exactly known for their manliness. The fact that Elton John's "Candle in the Wind" made the list is proof of that. I mean, come on, seriously?

I'm not saying that men can't/don't/shouldn't cry. I'm saying the Brits don't count as men. No one cares about Princess Diana. Get over it. It's not like you really knew her. I didn't cry when Reagan died.

Anyway, this got me thinking about the only song that ever made me cry. My family was on the way back from church one night, and "Butterfly Kisses" came on the radio. I don't like this song, because I have taste. However, in the verse that talks about him walking his daughter around the aisle I got thinking about the fact that soon my sister would be off to college, perhaps married, and I started to cry thinking about her not being there with me anymore. I was just a kid.

I did not know that my sister would come home every weekend from college, or that she would live there for 6 years after she graduated. I actually moved out first. I also did not know that these tears would be prophetic. I performed her wedding, and cried because I was so happy. Her husband is great, and I have no fears about how he treats my sister.

So to sum up, I cry when I have good reason. The Brits cry because they are British. I mean, wouldn't you get depressed if it rained all year round, you had to eat sheeps bladders, and you had to talk in that accent?

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Everything by Lifehouse

Lifehouse is a great band. One that I never think of, but really like. This week, I saw a skit set to one of their songs. Warning: this is very real, showing life in detail that people often do not want to acknowledge.



This skit chokes up this normal stoic personality. It's power is in it's reality. I have known that girl. I have spent nights in prayer, begging God to send his angels to protect her when that final dark being emerged and held power over her.

Not only that, I have been her. Those may not be the issues that I deal with, but I have been distracted by shadowy figures. I myself have been batted around and beaten up by them. I have wept when I felt Jesus dive between them and me. There is power. He gave me the strength to fight. I am the warrior that I am, because He taught me how to fight.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Last Night-Skillet

Click here to hear "Last Night" by Skillet

The only way I know how to express my thoughts surrounding this is in a letter, to whomever I would marry (if I do).

Dear wife,

There is something about this song that speaks to me. It speaks to a desire in my heart. I want to be your hero. I want to rescue you, to make a promise to fight for you, beside you, forever.

I think this desire is in the heart of all men. We WANT to be the knight in shining armor. We want to fight for a King, a noble cause, a damsel. This desire speaks deeply to us. That's why we like movies where the hero rescues his beloved, because through that hero we live vicariously.

I want you to know, my armor has holes. Its kinda rusty. It doesn't shine in most areas. My sword is dull. My shield is scratched. My helmet, well, sometimes I don't see out the visor. Its not that I don't want to be better, I do. But...

I won't be the best husband. I'll work too much. I'll be tired when I get home. I'll just want to watch TV most of the time. There will be more times than I would like of you getting the leftovers of my time.

But I want to be a hero in your eyes. That's what men desire more than love, respect. To know that I'm a good man, at least in your eyes.

I also know that this somewhat comes from a weakness of mine. I have a tendancy to try to save others, to solve their problems. I enable them to need me. I will try not to fix you. Understand I will do so out of love, and a desire to be your hero. This does NOT mean you have to let me, to satisfy some error in my psyche. I only ask that you be understanding and gentle in correcting me.

With my love,
Knight