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Name: JUDAH
Country: United States
State: Maryland
Birthday: 9/24/1979


Interests: GOD, family, country (America!), music and sports. I like apple sauce and jelly belly beans. I've never tried them together but I bet it would be good.
Expertise: Power naps... I can conquer the world after a good one. I'm pretty good at most things I try if I really have a desire to get good at them. My next hurdle is to get "good" at mountain biking. I'd also like to reach a certain level of proficiency on the piano and the drums before I leave this life.
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Construction


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Member Since: 4/9/2005

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Friday, May 04, 2007

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Thursday, September 21, 2006

Currently Listening
Yo-Yo Ma Plays Ennio Morricone
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Ten Simple Pleasures

This is for my Hubbadah as I've been tagged to provide ten of my simple pleasures in life.

1. Crisp, cool fall mornings.  Sorry, it's just on my mind because today was one of our best this year.

2. All things athletic.  Frequent and ambitious physical activity gives the quiet moments so much more meaning.  I'll have to say I prefer doing something other than jogging.  I'd rather lift weights, play basketball, mountain bike or snowboard.

3. Working a pair of medium-light gauge D'Addario strings freshly strung across my Koa/Spruce wood Taylor acoustic.  Especially after they've had a few hours to breathe and hold their tuning.  It's a beautiful thing.

4. A well-written/produced piece of music.  One of those that has a long tenure in your iTunes top 20.  A soaring rock anthem could qualify or a sweet symphonic ballad... take your pick.

5.  Getting lost in deep thought as I read a good book in my thoroughly cleaned room. When I say thoroughly cleaned I mean I've organized everything, powdered and vacuumed the carpets, there's a load of laundry circulating in the dryer and the scented candles are filling the room... sometimes I'll scroll to the sounds of nature playlist on my iPod for the finishing touch... this is one of my most manly simple pleasures, by the way. :]

6. A well-balanced Chai tea latte from Starbucks on a rainy day.  Well-balanced means it has just the right amount of flavor (the more the better) and it's not too scorchingly hot.

7. A post-work protein smoothie followed by a nap on my big leather couch.  It doesn't happen often which makes it even more special.

8.  Catching up with old friends or hanging with new ones.  I really enjoy it when you see or talk to someone who you know you can't possibly catch up with in the time you have but you both give it your best shot.

9.  Exploring a completely new and foreign environment.  Whether it be biking through a foreign city, hiking a national park or exploring the slopes of a mountain resort on a snowboard: I love moving.  If I'm going somewhere, I'm happy.  I've always loved airports and one of my greatest joys is to rent a car (preferrably a gnarly Jeep) in a place I know nothing about.  I find it so empowering.  That's all I need to make any vacation.  Transportation is the key to spontaneous discovery.  I find every trip somewhere to be a microcosm of life.  We're all on a journey through life and when we travel I feel we kind of pack it all into a finite period.

10. Leading worship for a group of people who love to sing about Jesus.  I love using my musical gifts to facilitate a moment here on earth anticipating what will be our occupation for all eternity.

That's all folks.


Thursday, September 14, 2006

Currently Listening
Continuum
By John Mayer
"Belief"
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"Belief" by John Mayer

This is the quintessential rainy day album.  The downpour today extended my commute long enough to listen to the whole thing and a few songs over again.  John Mayer is a songwriting genius and his latest offering is more evidence that he really does "got it" when it comes to rhythm & blues.  His lyrics also reveal a depth of thought and insight that is atypical of our generation.  Read the words to his KILLER jam "Belief" and tell me what you think:

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Is there anyone who ever remembers
changing their mind from the paint on a sign?
is there anyone who really recalls
ever breaking rank at all
for something someone yelled real loud one time?
oh, everyone believes
in how they think it oughta be
oh, everyone believes
and they're not going easily

belief is a beautiful armor
and makes for the heaviest sword
like punching underwater
you never can hit who you're trying for
some need the exhibition
and some have to know they tried
it's the chemical weapon
for the war that's raging on inside
oh, everyone believes
from emptiness to everything
oh, everyone believes
and no one's going quietly

we're never gonna win the world
we're never gonna stop the war
we're never gonna beat this
if belief is what we're fighting for

we're never gonna win the world
we're never gonna stop the war
we're never gonna beat this
if belief is what we're fighting for

is there anyone who can remember
ever surrender with their life on the line?

we're never gonna win the world
we're never gonna stop the war
we're never gonna beat this
if belief is what we're fighting for

we're never gonna win the world
we're never gonna stop the war
we're never gonna beat this
if belief is what we're fighting for

what puts a hundred thousand children in the sand?
belief can, belief can
what puts a folded flag inside his mother's hand?
belief can, belief can

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In light of the events of our day, there's an obvious political angle to what he's communicating.  The track fades to haunting questions about the images of war but I was left with a less obvious but more relevant question.  If we don't fight for what we believe, what will we fight for? 

Because of man's sin, fighting holds many negative connotations but the reality is that all of life is a struggle.  It's a struggle for survival, excellence, efficiency, joy, peace, purity, hope, faith and justice.  In some sense, we might justify the two as synonymous and say that to struggle is to live.  Furthermore, the all-satisfying beauty and love that all God's creatures (including John Mayer) yearn to behold was purchased, preserved and perpetuated within a supernatural struggle enveloping all time.  Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ gave His own life to conquer the power and opponent of evil with triumphant finality.  He was living and dying for the joy set before Him, waging war with a new kind of weapon: humility.  His pursuit of ultimate self-sacrifice to champion all that is good is our example.  He is our motivation to fight sin, every day.  He embodies what we are required to stand for in this world and illuminates the darkness we should all struggle to slay. His humility will be honored above all and only by His wounds are we healed.  If we don't live for Him, who will we live for?

Thank God He's won the world.  

Someday, He'll stop the war.

Phillipians 2

"Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus,  who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the form of a servant,  being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name, 10 so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, 11 and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father."


Thursday, August 24, 2006

Hmmm...

I need a new post.  Any ideas?


Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Currently Listening
World's Greatest Elevator Music
By Various Artists
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A Stolen Nap

I stole a nap the other day.  You may think that's not possible but I did it so you're wrong.  I was leaving work last week and rush-hour was heating up so I decided to skip the pain of sitting in the long, static line of coughing metal we call "traffic" and browse local shopping venues for the endless list of desperately needed household items facing a new homeowner.  I was primarily looking for a good deal on a couch.

As I navigated the local retail landscape, I saw a furniture store with a bright neon sign on the window.  As I was pulling into an empty spot at the back of the lot I figured this would be a stop well worth it as a sign that bright could only mean a good sale was going on.  I strode confidently into the store, warmly greeting the woman at the front while simultaneously attempting to act disinterested enough to spare myself a tour of the showroom. 

After a long day at work, the contrast of a furniture store to my normal occupation at that hour couldn't have been more stark.  Plush carpets, couches bulging with comfort, and music so peaceful you wouldn't want to leave the elevator created a strangely hypnotic alternative to the incessant, congested growl of the beltway.  As I was walking through what seemed like miles of furniture that was too expensive (or too ugly) I saw the bedroom showcase at the back of the huge store.  One specific mattress looked particularly inviting.  As I came closer and punched it a few times I realized I wouldn't be able to adequately evaluate the marginal value of it's price unless I gave it a quick audition.  So, I loosened my tie, laid back slowly and sank my head into the deeply feathered pillow....

The ever gentle elevator music began to slowly increase in volume as I saw the same woman who greeted me upon entering approaching from a distance.  She had a semi-concerned look on her face and I looked down at my watch to see that rush hour should be about over by now.  It suddenly hit me that I had fallen asleep for an hour in this furniture store on a bed that wasn't mine.  I had stolen this nap.  As the woman came closer I nonchalantly sat up, blinked a few times, pressed my palms into the mattress and said, "It's comfortable!" 



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