you know, sometimes things just hit you in the face. i'm just sitting here listening to some freakin amazing music and just thinking. sort of. i'm also visiting some old friends facebook's and myspace pages. it's weird the friends you had and the friends you have. there was a time in my life where i thought that those friends, who i have no contact with now, were all that mattered while i'm here and breathing. what they thought of me, what they said about me, etc etc. and i see the person i used to be when i was around them. the person that (most people) ended up hating.
fact is, i'm such a different person now, i'd be shocked if they recognized me. it makes me think of what jon foreman says, how in the 24 hours of the day, we can be 24 different people. it's so true. i can't believe how different i am now compared to what i used to be. it's...amazing. i probably wouldn't be friends with the person i once was. it's prety cool how God can change you. i didn't change on purpose. i just went about living my life. the people i count as my best friends now, half of them i didn't even know a year ago. i think i have one really good friend who has been my really good friend for a while now.
isn't it weird how those things happen? i mean, one moment, one person's view of you matters more than anyone else's and the next day, it's someone else. then there comes the question: who's view of you really matters? for me i can really tell who it is when i'm about to do something and i think "well, what would such-and-such say about this?" that's also how i know if i'm not keeping in focus Who should be my focus. my "idolatry check" so to speak. all too often, i think of other people and what they would say in response to my actions, the people around me, and the things that i like and talk about. it's not God as often as it should be. because it's not God all the time. if i were to think of God every single time but one, it wouldn't be enough. if i were to think of God every time, still wouldn't be enough.
i think that's how people's view of God gets skewed. to steal mark foreman's saying, they're, or rather, we're shrinking God down to something. some people want the God who listens to us cry ourselves to sleep. the God who's always with us and never leaves us in the dark. or the God who you don't want catching you with your hand in the cookie jar. the God who keeps you in line and where you should be. though these are true, God is not just one of these things. He's all of these and much, much, much, much more.
isn't it amazing how huge God is? He's massive! He knows everything, everyone, He knows it all! and yet He's so personal. He made us completely different than anything else in creation. He loves us and not the animals or the angels. we can have an amazing relationship with this massive God. He's not our "friend", He's our "father". someone who wants to love us, cherish us, help us, fix us, teach us, He does it all! and this massive God can fit into my heart. my heart that is broken and has been from the start. my dirty, filthy, worldly, ugly, twisted, destroyed, shrunken heart. He fixed that. but in order for Him to fit, He has to make our hearts bigger.
my heart is competely different than it was 2 years ago, 1 year ago, a few months ago, weeks ago, and yesterday. because God is always changing it. making it better. my heart will never be pure, but it will be fixed. it will be able to function the way it was made to function. it will be able to love. and it only gets better and better. it's amazing what God can do to a person. how they can change. how He can always forgive us, even when i run the opposite way.
i remember a long time ago in my old church something that a visiting pastor said. he compared the Christian walk to the mississippi river. "the river is always headed south. it make go west, it may go east, it even goes north sometimes, but it's destination is always south". just like the Christian walk. i may get sidetracked, i may feel like turning around at times, but as long as God is my tour guide, i will end up in the desired destination.
i suppose that's all i have to say. i just spilled. hope you're having a good day. life is short. live it well.
peace,
cecelia.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
this is why switchfoot is amazing.
you will love them by the end of this here.
these are the forewards that the foreman brothers (jon and tim) aka, my personal heroes, wrote for their dad's new book, Wholly Jesus.
they are really, really, really, really amazing.
check this out:
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.” Maybe Picasso stole
that concept from T. S. Elliot—or maybe neither of ‘em said it.
Either way my confession is this: I am both a thief and an imitator
of my father.
The best parts of me are simply echoes of my dad. He’s still showing
me patience after all these years—still showing me how to love the
folks that insult me. And so the song remains the same: though I’m a
few inches taller than my dad, he remains a much bigger man than I.
So you see my predicament in writing this forward: I am the shadow
asked to introduce the object who has cast it. I am the cartoon
asked to introduce the real thing. To usher in his words with my own
could be a bit redundant.
So I shall begin by talking about everything that is not written in
this book, the things between the lines, the shadows that only a son
can know. The early morning surf sessions at Pipes. The late morning
philosophy chats at Swami’s. Staring at the stars and talking about
how quickly time passes. He was there even during the broken times
when nothing was right. My dad, to my amazement, has always been
the man who won’t try to fix me, just love me.
I am so proud of him. Stories I hear of my dad remind me of other
heroes of mine. Stories like the time when he gave his minivan to a
band who was broken down on the side of the road; he’d never met
them before but they needed a car. Times when he stood strong and
tall in the face of opposition. There’s a friend of mine who said her
main reason for belief in God was knowing my folks. No joke. I know
what she means though; we see what God is like in the faces of those
around us. And though my dad has his flaws like everyone else, I often
see God though him, through the things he says and does. And now,
through what he has written.
With the word “wholeness” trapped in the ether of the tabloids, it
can be a dangerous thing to write about—particularly risky stuff for a
pastor. Yet it was The Teacher himself who was deeply concerned
about our entire being. He lived and died that the broken would
know wholeness. “For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but
whoever loses his life for me and for the gospel will save it.” Blessed
are the broken, for they will be made whole.
I have learned so much about this strange, inverse relationship from
my dad. I feel like he embodies it better than anyone I know. In some
ways this book doesn’t do his life justice—it’s like a band’s studio
record that can’t quite capture the live experience. Though these
pages are quite an album in and of themselves, I’ve seen the live show
all my life.
My father’s “music” often came to me in the form of an ongoing
dialogue. A few hours ago, I had a conversation with one of the most
inspiring musicians I’ve ever met. He was telling me about a church
that had kicked him out, an experience that deeply wounded him. I
know what that feels like, to be misunderstood and abused by the
folks who are supposed to be loving you—fighting for you. I’ve had
many great conversations with my dad about this. He says the church
is like your extended family, crazy second uncles and cousins that
might drive you mad. But they are still your family; and they are the
only family you’ll ever get. You have the privilege of loving them.
Yes, the church is beat-up, ugly, and splintered. Even wrong at
times. Tele-evangelists, bigots, hypocrites ... yup. It’s easy to take
shots at the church. So in the age of American individualism and personal
salvation, there is the temptation to disown the whole lot and
reinvent the wheel. “We’ll start fresh!” And yet to think that we’re
going to be the first church that gets it right is ludicrous. We’re never
going to find “Christian wholeness” on our own, not without loving
the folks around us.
Yes, the church is broken. It’s always been broken. We are a body
of misfits, losers, misdirected souls who are desperate for healing. But
let the hospital never abandon the sick patients; let the church never
abandon the broken. The broken are the bride of Christ—the broken
are our family. We, the damaged souls, are the church.
So in this cacophony of brokenness I often look to my dad’s words
to figure out how to heal. How to grow. How to become more
whole. And his words always point me back to The Teacher of wholeness,
the only one who can bring peace. The one who came so that
we could have whole life, abundant life, and I am thirsty for this life
he gives.
In this broken world we face sorrow. We face death and pain. We
face the horrors of our own shattered humanity. But our yearning for
wholeness is beneath it all; we will be satisfied in God alone. In this
longing, I am an immature poet aping God when I try to find wholeness
in and of myself. I must continually be reminded to find peace in
the Father of the heavens alone.
For this, I’ll keep stealing from my dad.
Jon Foreman, frontman for Switchfoot
We are a beautiful letdown,
Painfully uncool,
The church of the dropouts
The losers, the sinners, the failures and the fools
Oh what a beautiful let down
Are we salt in the wound
Let us sing one true tune
Words to a song that my brother wrote, a song that we’ve
played hundreds of times, all over the world. And yet,
they still resonate deeply within my soul. What a broken
people we are. Spending most of my formative years growing up in
the laid-back surf culture of north county, San Diego, I am very familiar
with the growing search for a remedy. Answers are seemingly
found within the bulletin boards, flyers, books, and pamphlets in
nearly every storefront shop or cafe. And yet, as the number of remedies
increases, ironically so does the demand. There is obviously a
large disconnect here.
This observation is not limited to my hometown, however. As a
touring musician, I’ve enjoyed the opportunity to travel throughout
the world. I love seeing things from a new vantage point—experiencing
other cultures, food, music, waves and everything else along the
way. In all these travels it becomes clear that while the desire for
wholeness is certainly nothing new, there is a growing global awareness
of our brokenness and a newfound urgency towards restoration.
Of course, if I’m truly seeking evidence of our innate human need for
wholeness, I need look no further than the confines of my own heart.
This is why we sing. Singing allows us safe passage through the
treacherous waters of the soul. Our hopes and fears, our doubts and
our beliefs—these are frightening caves to explore, and even worse to
talk about. But in a song, all matter is fair game. “We are a beautiful
letdown ... the church of the dropouts, the losers, the sinners, the failures
and the fools.” It’s an all-too accurate description of humanity
when we try to fix ourselves. “Oh what a beautiful letdown... Let us
sing one true tune!” For me, the letdown is the painful reality that no matter how hard I try, I am quite unable to fix myself. I am in desperate
need of a savior. But what a beautiful truth. There is such freedom
in our surrender to Wholly Jesus, who’s offer to us is nothing less than
complete wholeness. This is the Beautiful Letdown.
***
When my Dad asked Jon and I to write a response to his book, it
made me smile. I play rock and roll for a living. What could I possibly
say to add to the well-chosen words of my Dad, one of my greatest
heroes. Definitely a tall order. My Dad has, without a doubt,
played a huge role in shaping who I am and the worldview that I
carry. This is the guy who pulled the car over when we heard U2’s
“Still haven’t found what I’m looking for” on the radio for the first
time. This is the Dad who introduced me to the magical worlds of
Tolkien, Lewis, and MacDonald. The guy who pushed me into my
first wave on a surfboard, and the guy who taught me how to play
Zeppelin and the Beatles. But perhaps larger than all of these influences,
I’m thankful that he allowed me the freedom to explore, make
mistakes, dream big dreams, and ask even bigger questions.
No question was ever too big or too small—no dialogue was offlimits.
I knew that my Dad’s God was a big God, one who wasn’t
intimidated by my doubts, my questions, my music or my hairstyle.
None of these were frightening to the God he knew (although I’m
sure some of my hairstyles should have been). But it gets better. Not
only was God Almighty not scared by my music, doubts or questions—
He was interested in them. He actually wanted to hear that
warbly, pre-pubescent imitation of Robert Plant singing Stairway to
Heaven. This is the Jesus I was introduced to as a kid: a Wholly Jesus,
fully integrated with all aspects of life, culture and even the darkest
aspects of my soul.
***
I remember one Sunday message in particular that my Dad taught,
titled, “No Thin Jesus.” The title really sums it up. There is nowhere
I can go that is beyond the reaches of redemption. There is no music
venue, no song, no lyric that is outside the sphere of this Wholly
Jesus. When we started this band called Switchfoot, this is why we saw
no disconnect between playing our songs in a bar or in a church.
These were honest songs about hope, doubt, failure and redemption:
the broken human condition and the universal longing to be whole.
These were songs that needed to be sung in bars, coffee shops, colleges,
churches and everywhere else.
They needed to be sung because Jesus’ invasion of wholeness is passionate
and robust, desiring to integrate all aspects of humanity with
himself. So the question that now remains is this: “Where are you
gonna go? Salvation is here!”
Tim Foreman, bassist for Switchfoot
are there gonna be disagreements between me and these to fellows? heck yeah.
just like there are between every single person who will read this note.
you might not like switchfoot, but this right here is why i do.
-cecelia.
these are the forewards that the foreman brothers (jon and tim) aka, my personal heroes, wrote for their dad's new book, Wholly Jesus.
they are really, really, really, really amazing.
check this out:
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.” Maybe Picasso stole
that concept from T. S. Elliot—or maybe neither of ‘em said it.
Either way my confession is this: I am both a thief and an imitator
of my father.
The best parts of me are simply echoes of my dad. He’s still showing
me patience after all these years—still showing me how to love the
folks that insult me. And so the song remains the same: though I’m a
few inches taller than my dad, he remains a much bigger man than I.
So you see my predicament in writing this forward: I am the shadow
asked to introduce the object who has cast it. I am the cartoon
asked to introduce the real thing. To usher in his words with my own
could be a bit redundant.
So I shall begin by talking about everything that is not written in
this book, the things between the lines, the shadows that only a son
can know. The early morning surf sessions at Pipes. The late morning
philosophy chats at Swami’s. Staring at the stars and talking about
how quickly time passes. He was there even during the broken times
when nothing was right. My dad, to my amazement, has always been
the man who won’t try to fix me, just love me.
I am so proud of him. Stories I hear of my dad remind me of other
heroes of mine. Stories like the time when he gave his minivan to a
band who was broken down on the side of the road; he’d never met
them before but they needed a car. Times when he stood strong and
tall in the face of opposition. There’s a friend of mine who said her
main reason for belief in God was knowing my folks. No joke. I know
what she means though; we see what God is like in the faces of those
around us. And though my dad has his flaws like everyone else, I often
see God though him, through the things he says and does. And now,
through what he has written.
With the word “wholeness” trapped in the ether of the tabloids, it
can be a dangerous thing to write about—particularly risky stuff for a
pastor. Yet it was The Teacher himself who was deeply concerned
about our entire being. He lived and died that the broken would
know wholeness. “For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but
whoever loses his life for me and for the gospel will save it.” Blessed
are the broken, for they will be made whole.
I have learned so much about this strange, inverse relationship from
my dad. I feel like he embodies it better than anyone I know. In some
ways this book doesn’t do his life justice—it’s like a band’s studio
record that can’t quite capture the live experience. Though these
pages are quite an album in and of themselves, I’ve seen the live show
all my life.
My father’s “music” often came to me in the form of an ongoing
dialogue. A few hours ago, I had a conversation with one of the most
inspiring musicians I’ve ever met. He was telling me about a church
that had kicked him out, an experience that deeply wounded him. I
know what that feels like, to be misunderstood and abused by the
folks who are supposed to be loving you—fighting for you. I’ve had
many great conversations with my dad about this. He says the church
is like your extended family, crazy second uncles and cousins that
might drive you mad. But they are still your family; and they are the
only family you’ll ever get. You have the privilege of loving them.
Yes, the church is beat-up, ugly, and splintered. Even wrong at
times. Tele-evangelists, bigots, hypocrites ... yup. It’s easy to take
shots at the church. So in the age of American individualism and personal
salvation, there is the temptation to disown the whole lot and
reinvent the wheel. “We’ll start fresh!” And yet to think that we’re
going to be the first church that gets it right is ludicrous. We’re never
going to find “Christian wholeness” on our own, not without loving
the folks around us.
Yes, the church is broken. It’s always been broken. We are a body
of misfits, losers, misdirected souls who are desperate for healing. But
let the hospital never abandon the sick patients; let the church never
abandon the broken. The broken are the bride of Christ—the broken
are our family. We, the damaged souls, are the church.
So in this cacophony of brokenness I often look to my dad’s words
to figure out how to heal. How to grow. How to become more
whole. And his words always point me back to The Teacher of wholeness,
the only one who can bring peace. The one who came so that
we could have whole life, abundant life, and I am thirsty for this life
he gives.
In this broken world we face sorrow. We face death and pain. We
face the horrors of our own shattered humanity. But our yearning for
wholeness is beneath it all; we will be satisfied in God alone. In this
longing, I am an immature poet aping God when I try to find wholeness
in and of myself. I must continually be reminded to find peace in
the Father of the heavens alone.
For this, I’ll keep stealing from my dad.
Jon Foreman, frontman for Switchfoot
We are a beautiful letdown,
Painfully uncool,
The church of the dropouts
The losers, the sinners, the failures and the fools
Oh what a beautiful let down
Are we salt in the wound
Let us sing one true tune
Words to a song that my brother wrote, a song that we’ve
played hundreds of times, all over the world. And yet,
they still resonate deeply within my soul. What a broken
people we are. Spending most of my formative years growing up in
the laid-back surf culture of north county, San Diego, I am very familiar
with the growing search for a remedy. Answers are seemingly
found within the bulletin boards, flyers, books, and pamphlets in
nearly every storefront shop or cafe. And yet, as the number of remedies
increases, ironically so does the demand. There is obviously a
large disconnect here.
This observation is not limited to my hometown, however. As a
touring musician, I’ve enjoyed the opportunity to travel throughout
the world. I love seeing things from a new vantage point—experiencing
other cultures, food, music, waves and everything else along the
way. In all these travels it becomes clear that while the desire for
wholeness is certainly nothing new, there is a growing global awareness
of our brokenness and a newfound urgency towards restoration.
Of course, if I’m truly seeking evidence of our innate human need for
wholeness, I need look no further than the confines of my own heart.
This is why we sing. Singing allows us safe passage through the
treacherous waters of the soul. Our hopes and fears, our doubts and
our beliefs—these are frightening caves to explore, and even worse to
talk about. But in a song, all matter is fair game. “We are a beautiful
letdown ... the church of the dropouts, the losers, the sinners, the failures
and the fools.” It’s an all-too accurate description of humanity
when we try to fix ourselves. “Oh what a beautiful letdown... Let us
sing one true tune!” For me, the letdown is the painful reality that no matter how hard I try, I am quite unable to fix myself. I am in desperate
need of a savior. But what a beautiful truth. There is such freedom
in our surrender to Wholly Jesus, who’s offer to us is nothing less than
complete wholeness. This is the Beautiful Letdown.
***
When my Dad asked Jon and I to write a response to his book, it
made me smile. I play rock and roll for a living. What could I possibly
say to add to the well-chosen words of my Dad, one of my greatest
heroes. Definitely a tall order. My Dad has, without a doubt,
played a huge role in shaping who I am and the worldview that I
carry. This is the guy who pulled the car over when we heard U2’s
“Still haven’t found what I’m looking for” on the radio for the first
time. This is the Dad who introduced me to the magical worlds of
Tolkien, Lewis, and MacDonald. The guy who pushed me into my
first wave on a surfboard, and the guy who taught me how to play
Zeppelin and the Beatles. But perhaps larger than all of these influences,
I’m thankful that he allowed me the freedom to explore, make
mistakes, dream big dreams, and ask even bigger questions.
No question was ever too big or too small—no dialogue was offlimits.
I knew that my Dad’s God was a big God, one who wasn’t
intimidated by my doubts, my questions, my music or my hairstyle.
None of these were frightening to the God he knew (although I’m
sure some of my hairstyles should have been). But it gets better. Not
only was God Almighty not scared by my music, doubts or questions—
He was interested in them. He actually wanted to hear that
warbly, pre-pubescent imitation of Robert Plant singing Stairway to
Heaven. This is the Jesus I was introduced to as a kid: a Wholly Jesus,
fully integrated with all aspects of life, culture and even the darkest
aspects of my soul.
***
I remember one Sunday message in particular that my Dad taught,
titled, “No Thin Jesus.” The title really sums it up. There is nowhere
I can go that is beyond the reaches of redemption. There is no music
venue, no song, no lyric that is outside the sphere of this Wholly
Jesus. When we started this band called Switchfoot, this is why we saw
no disconnect between playing our songs in a bar or in a church.
These were honest songs about hope, doubt, failure and redemption:
the broken human condition and the universal longing to be whole.
These were songs that needed to be sung in bars, coffee shops, colleges,
churches and everywhere else.
They needed to be sung because Jesus’ invasion of wholeness is passionate
and robust, desiring to integrate all aspects of humanity with
himself. So the question that now remains is this: “Where are you
gonna go? Salvation is here!”
Tim Foreman, bassist for Switchfoot
are there gonna be disagreements between me and these to fellows? heck yeah.
just like there are between every single person who will read this note.
you might not like switchfoot, but this right here is why i do.
-cecelia.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
so i arrive at the conclusion..
okay, so basically, if your "received love by others" scale was based on your blogs comments, people hate me. haha.
i've been thinking about a lot of things lately. God has shown me a whole freakin' lot. and i want to get my ideas and thoughts out there. i guess my blog isn't a good place for that.
so, i've decided that i'm gonna talk person-to-person. last week, i got to talk to renee and jamie about God, life, love, hope, redemption, and change face-to-face. and it was great. people get more that way. so, i guess this blog is sort of my journal now. though i think that's kind of what blogs are anyways. maybe i was using it for the wrong reasons...
anyways, i suppose i won't be posting much. every now and then yes.
have a nice day :)
peace.
i've been thinking about a lot of things lately. God has shown me a whole freakin' lot. and i want to get my ideas and thoughts out there. i guess my blog isn't a good place for that.
so, i've decided that i'm gonna talk person-to-person. last week, i got to talk to renee and jamie about God, life, love, hope, redemption, and change face-to-face. and it was great. people get more that way. so, i guess this blog is sort of my journal now. though i think that's kind of what blogs are anyways. maybe i was using it for the wrong reasons...
anyways, i suppose i won't be posting much. every now and then yes.
have a nice day :)
peace.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
home is where the heart is.
over the river - jon foreman.
Hush, hush, hush, hush...
I heard a sound come from the ground
All of the trees are a buzz
Talking in tongues, talking with lungs
Talking of freedom
All of the earth is soon to give birth
Look at the mountains alive
Birds and the bees, insects and leaves
All of us longing, longing for home
Home, home is somewhere I've never known
Over the river
Over the river
I've set my hope
Over the river
Over the river
I'll find my hope in You, You
Death, where's your sting?
Your signet ring?
Where is your power?
Why all this war?
Death to the score
Nations are fading
Kingdom of light, setting us right
Finally human
Give me a tongue
It will be done
Inside I'm longing, longing for love
Love, love is something I've never known
---------------------
i love jon foreman. i love the depth he goes to write such profound lyrics. his lyrics speak to me personally, no matter how cheesy that sounds, in so many ways. i love this song and it's message. it's such a message of hope, and at the same time, it's about death. this is a dead and dying world. a fountain with no water that we keep drinking from. the water we get from this world is an illusion and it only dries us out. dries out our hearts, our minds, our souls, our lives. but for the believer, there is no sting. death has no sting upon us. death thinks it wins, but doesn't. how beautiful. something ugly can't affect us if we have Jesus in our lives. if our hope is placed over the river.
that is such a beautiful way to put it, i think. my hope is over the river. at the other end. the place that we don't know, yet we call it home. it's so amazing. my home is somewhere i've never seen, never been, but it's there. "home is where the heart is". that is such a valid statement. if your heart is in things, then it's gonna burn in a lake of fire with those things. but, if your heart is in God, it's going to live forever and forever. it's something that i don't understand and don't have to. all i know is that God is in me and that's really all that matters. i doesn't matter if you are or aren't a calvinist, a baptist, a theologian, whatever. all that matters is that you love God. we should do everything we can to glorify God, and that comes with Him living in us. amazing, isn't it?
i love to, at times, just sit back and look. the world is so confusing to me. i don't understand how it is so ugly and so beautiful. when i'm driving at 5 o'clock with the windows down, not a cloud in the sky, everything is bright and beautiful and i have my music playing, i don't understand how the world is ugly. i guess it's just the people in it. but even then, i see beauty. i see the wrong things in the world and people's actions, and that's ugly. but the creation is beautiful. it was effected by the fall, yes. but God didn't let all of His creation go to sin and darkness. it's so beautiful right now with the fall colors, the leaves coming off the trees, and the sun reflecting off of everything outside. it's gorgeous and sometimes makes me want to shout. it's things like that that make me want to move. no, not break out my killer dance skills, but do something. further advance the Kingdom. tell people, "if you think this is gorgeous, you should see this".
well, i guess that's it for now. life is short, live it well.
peace.
Hush, hush, hush, hush...
I heard a sound come from the ground
All of the trees are a buzz
Talking in tongues, talking with lungs
Talking of freedom
All of the earth is soon to give birth
Look at the mountains alive
Birds and the bees, insects and leaves
All of us longing, longing for home
Home, home is somewhere I've never known
Over the river
Over the river
I've set my hope
Over the river
Over the river
I'll find my hope in You, You
Death, where's your sting?
Your signet ring?
Where is your power?
Why all this war?
Death to the score
Nations are fading
Kingdom of light, setting us right
Finally human
Give me a tongue
It will be done
Inside I'm longing, longing for love
Love, love is something I've never known
---------------------
i love jon foreman. i love the depth he goes to write such profound lyrics. his lyrics speak to me personally, no matter how cheesy that sounds, in so many ways. i love this song and it's message. it's such a message of hope, and at the same time, it's about death. this is a dead and dying world. a fountain with no water that we keep drinking from. the water we get from this world is an illusion and it only dries us out. dries out our hearts, our minds, our souls, our lives. but for the believer, there is no sting. death has no sting upon us. death thinks it wins, but doesn't. how beautiful. something ugly can't affect us if we have Jesus in our lives. if our hope is placed over the river.
that is such a beautiful way to put it, i think. my hope is over the river. at the other end. the place that we don't know, yet we call it home. it's so amazing. my home is somewhere i've never seen, never been, but it's there. "home is where the heart is". that is such a valid statement. if your heart is in things, then it's gonna burn in a lake of fire with those things. but, if your heart is in God, it's going to live forever and forever. it's something that i don't understand and don't have to. all i know is that God is in me and that's really all that matters. i doesn't matter if you are or aren't a calvinist, a baptist, a theologian, whatever. all that matters is that you love God. we should do everything we can to glorify God, and that comes with Him living in us. amazing, isn't it?
i love to, at times, just sit back and look. the world is so confusing to me. i don't understand how it is so ugly and so beautiful. when i'm driving at 5 o'clock with the windows down, not a cloud in the sky, everything is bright and beautiful and i have my music playing, i don't understand how the world is ugly. i guess it's just the people in it. but even then, i see beauty. i see the wrong things in the world and people's actions, and that's ugly. but the creation is beautiful. it was effected by the fall, yes. but God didn't let all of His creation go to sin and darkness. it's so beautiful right now with the fall colors, the leaves coming off the trees, and the sun reflecting off of everything outside. it's gorgeous and sometimes makes me want to shout. it's things like that that make me want to move. no, not break out my killer dance skills, but do something. further advance the Kingdom. tell people, "if you think this is gorgeous, you should see this".
well, i guess that's it for now. life is short, live it well.
peace.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
"I'm sick to my stomach. Let us never be comfortable with these types of facts. Let us be frustrated, angry, disturbed."
that right there is a jono quote.
and i totally agree with it concerning the topic he's talking about.
human trafficking is something that has recently hit really near and dear to my heart. it's just so wrong it kills me. how the heck can people do this sort of this? why? buying, selling, and trading young girls for sexual abuse? what on earth?!
okay, there's a little rant. hah. now here's some facts that i hope would wake some people up:
and i totally agree with it concerning the topic he's talking about.
human trafficking is something that has recently hit really near and dear to my heart. it's just so wrong it kills me. how the heck can people do this sort of this? why? buying, selling, and trading young girls for sexual abuse? what on earth?!
okay, there's a little rant. hah. now here's some facts that i hope would wake some people up:
Supply and Demand The Effects minors. young children are being beaten and sexually abused really for no reason. here are some statistics: Trafficking in persons is modern-day slavery, involving victims who are forced, defrauded or coerced into labor or sexual exploitation. this whole thing kills me. and something else i don't get is this: no one seems to care. tons of people that i've talked to about this really seemed very apathetic. or just "oh that's sad" or "oh that's terrible" and leaving it at that. come on, ya'll! we need to do something about this! we can, really and truly! you don't have to have money or tons of time or ways to get places. you can help anywhere! you know, james 1:27 says this: 27Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. look after the orphans and widows. i love that verse. there is a sense of beauty about it that i just love and adore. there is always something to do. some way to help. it kills me that people don't know about the needs of the world. it kills me more that people know the needs and do nothing about it. you don't have to go on a missions trip to another country. there are things you can do in your community. heck, even in just your church. just find something that you are passionate about and act on it! like jan in the office said "there's always a million reasons not to do something". decide what's more important. your silly little needs or dying children. for a while i cared about it, but never really acted. thank God for sending me to Cornerstone. i saw a ton of people working for the glory of God there and how they did amazing things and i want to be a part of it. i feel a strong calling, i suppose. now i know that i can't make someone feel a "calling" from God that i do, but you should, as a bible-believing christian feel the need to do something. so go change your world! you really can! it's bigger than cold religion. it's bigger than life. love is the movement. love is the revolution. peace, cecelia.
The "demand" of the multi-billion dollar global sex industry puts children throughout the world at-risk of becoming the “supply.” Criminal gangs, pimps and pornographers seek to profit from this demand by enslaving and abusing children, preying on those made most vulnerable by poverty, lack of education, minority status, gender bias and homelessness.
Often, captors will threaten, beat and starve new recruits to condition them for the fate that awaits: sex with multiple customers every day. Eventually this abuse “breaks” the children. They learn to force a smile for the pedophiles, sex tourists and others that frequent their establishments.
Sexual exploitation and abuse have grave consequences on any person’s well being, especially a child’s. Unprotected sex, gang rapes, forced abortions and manipulation can cause severe psychological and physical damage, including HIV/AIDS and other infectious diseases or conditions.
What is Child Trafficking?
According to the UN ODCCP Protocol to Prevent, Suppress, and Punish Trafficking in Persons, child trafficking is: the recruitment, transportation, transfer, harboring or receipt of persons, by means of threat or use of force or other forms of coercion, of abduction, of deception, of the abuse of power or of position of vulnerability or of the giving or receiving of payments or benefits to achieve the consent of a person having control over another person, for the purpose of exploitation.
Most countries in the world are involved – they may be a source of vulnerable children, a place they pass through, or a destination for trafficked children. Unfortunately, even the United States plays it’s part when U.S. “sex tourists” visit countries like Thailand or Cambodia and have sex with children, including those trafficked into the sex industry.
Children who are desperately poor are especially at risk of being trafficked. Trafficked children may be exploited by being used in prostitution or pornography, and labor in domestic, factory or agricultural work. In some countries, they are forced to risk their lives as soldiers. Some action is being taken to directly address trafficking by governments and non-profit organizations, but much more needs to be done.
Where is the problem?
Every year at least 1.2 million children are estimated to be trafficked around the world and that number is growing. Child trafficking is not limited to developing countries; the U.S. and Europe deal with domestic trafficking issues and also serve as destinations for trafficked children from abroad. Latin America, the Caribbean and Africa are also becoming hot spots for child trafficking. Today, the situation is dire in the Asian region, in countries such as: Cambodia, Thailand, Laos, Myanmar, the Philippines, India, Nepal, and Bangladesh.
Commercial Sexual Exploitation of Children (CSEC)
ECPAT defines CSEC as the following: A Fundamental violation of children’s rights. It comprises sexual abuse by the adult and remuneration in cash or kind to the child or a third person or persons. The child is treated as a sexual object and as a commercial object. The commercial sexual exploitation of children constitutes a form of coercion and violence against children, and amounts to forced labor and a contemporary form of slavery. (ECPAT, Questions and Answers about CSEC) The primary factors of CSEC are prostitution, pornography, trafficking and sex tourism of persons under the age of 18. Under the age of 18 is an internationally recognized definition of child in numerous international treaties and conventions.
United Nations Children’s Fund (UNICEF) now believes that the number of children trafficked annually is around 1.2 million. (2006)
It is estimated that two children per minute are trafficked for sexual exploitation.
Annually, according to U.S. Government-sponsored research completed in 2006, approximately 800,000 people are trafficked across national borders, which does not include millions trafficked within their own countries. Approximately 80 percent of transnational victims are women and girls and up to 50 percent are minors. The majority of transnational victims are females trafficked into commercial sexual exploitation. (2007 Trafficking in Persons Report, U.S. State Department)
It is estimated that at least 27 million people are currently enslaved around the world, many who have been enslaved through being trafficked. This is more than double the number of Africans enslaved during the Trans-Atlantic slave trade.
The U.N. and other experts estimate the total market value of illicit human trafficking at $32 billion - about $10 billion is derived from the initial "sale" of individuals, with the remainder representing the estimated profits from the activities or goods produced by the victims of this barbaric crime. (UNODC)
These numbers make trafficking in persons the second most lucrative crime in the world. The first is drug trafficking. (Organization for Economic Co-operation and Development, 2006).
About $28 billion of this is generated from commercial sexual exploitation. (International Labor Organization)
The organization to End Child Prostitution, Child Pornography and Trafficking in Children for Sexual Purposes believe that 45,000-50,000 persons are trafficked into the U.S. each year, 15,000 of them are children. (ECPAT-USA)
Common methods of trafficking:
- physical force
- coercion (debt relief for family, job, marriage, etc.)
- physical and emotional abuse
- threats against
Saturday, September 20, 2008
welcome back to the blogsphere, cecelia!
wow you guys, i haven't posted in forever. hmm, that's strange.
actually, no, it's not. i mean, i've had new thoughts and ideas on things recently, but i feel like having a one-on-one in order to get them out. i love to write about my thoughts and feelings regarding the world that i live in, but there are times when that just doesn't cut it.
okay, end of rant. haha.
basically, i've learned lately about my relationship with God. i've learned that it's not just God doing all the good stuff while i get to sit here saying "praise him! praise him!" i've learned that i have to do something. to move. i always talk about it, and tell others to do it, but me? no, not so much. "there's more to living than being alive" as stephen christian says. things that make me think about this is (big shocker) Switchfoot songs (told you it was a shock ;) ). songs like love is the movement, daisy, and this is your life. i wish i was deep like jon foreman. i'm on my way, but not there quite yet. i want to be able to analyze everything around me with a good, biblical perspective.
oh! i just had a song jump into my head. here's a stanza from 24:
i want to see miracles
to see the world change
i wrestled the angel
for more than a name
for more than a feeling
for more than a cause
and i'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
and You're raising the dead in me
i'm not copping out
of course that's rather editied, but you get the idea.
i love that part of the song. it could be my favorite switchfoot lyrics of all time. it defines my life. i do want to see people change, i want more than a name, feelings and causes. i want to be with the Lord. nothing pleases me more than He does. i wonder why He loves me. i drift away from Him sometimes, whereas He never leaves my side. how does that happen? how can i leave Him, but He's still with me? how are we washed white as snow with crimson blood? how can we believe in God, and yet doubt Him sometimes? it's these questions that make you think. of course, those are random ones and not all totally literal, but still, i think sparatically.
this is the most random blog, but i'm just following my thoughts.
you know, it's a beautiful day outside. even though i'm sitting here kindaa hungry, doing nothing, not going to the switchfoot show that i was planning to go to, and have no money, i'm really rather happy. it's awesome how God can do that to a person, ya know? again, reminds me of a song:
i look out the window
the birds are compsing
not a note is out of tune or out of place
i walk to the meadow and and stare at the flowers
better dressed than any girl on her wedding day
two things You told me
that You are strong and You love me
yes You love me!
i love that. cause it's so true. outside it's gorgeous, and i'm reminded of Christ's unfalible love. it's such a beautiful thing. he puts such color in my world and i love it. i am often in awe of it all. so gorgeous.
again being random...heh.
something i've learned lately is how to be strong. you know, for a long time i thought the way to get stronger was to cut everything "worldly" out of my life. music, tv, etc. that only made me weaker. because when someone came to me with opposing ideas that i had never heard before, i didn't know what to say to it. all i knew was how i should act. i never learned what other people think of things and how best to have a conversation exclaiming each others ideas. i've grown up in church and been there all my life. all i knew were the things of the church. but when someone said something opposing my beliefs, i was there questioning myself. so i've learned not to cut out everything. it only makes my immune system weaker. so i try to open up more and learn about other peoples thoughts on things. it helps me to better understand my God by knowing other people's take on life. i've learned a lot more that way, and i find myself a stronger person. i find that it's now easier to talk about God and life and what-such. now when i find myself in a ceratin group setting where not a lot of my friends there are Christians, it's easier to stand firm in what i believe in. to remain strong. it reminds me of what stephen christian said. some girl asked him how he can stay strong in his faith at places such as warped tour. his response was something along the lines of:
"think of it as a very tall building. a skyscraper. that is your life. if your foundation is in the firm rock of Jesus Christ, then your building isn't going to fall when huge winds come. you may sway, but never fall"
(again, i said something along those lines. that is definitely not word for word.)
i really love that saying. it's so simple, and i knew it all along, but it finally clicked. you know, i used to feel sort of uncomfortable talking about God because people would laugh at me or something. you may find that very silly, and i do too, but you have been in the same situation before. so now, whenever i am in that situation, i think of that verse that talks about "blessed are those that are rebuked for My Name's for theirs is the kingdom of God". (again, not word for word).
that verse gives me the strength to keep going. the word of God is where my strength is found. my strength, hope, peace, love, and faith is founded upon the word of God.
such a beautiful thing. i love to see growth in my life as well as others. it makes me certain that there is a God. the God. my God. so often, i see people as they get older, they start to sway further and further from the truth. those are the people that were never there in the first place and just put on a very good show. that's what so many non-believers see. which i believe is part of the reason why there aren't as many true believers anymore. so when i do see growth, it gives me confidence, gives me faith, gives me hope. i know that i'm living for more than just what people call the "made-up god in my head". here's a tim foreman quote, and i'm applying it right now:
"Thank you Jesus, my sweet Lord. You have been so good to me. I remember, and I am humbled."
that's beautiful. and it really gets to me. "thank you Jesus, my sweet Lord".
here's a song. my favorite part in bold.
Love is the Movement - uh, i don't think i need to tell you the artist. ;)
A day in LA
And millions of faces
Are looking for movement
Cause everything's stuck
And everything's frozen
And everyone's broken
And nobody moves
And everybody's scared
That the motion will never come
This is the incompletion
Stuck in a line
Love is the movement
Love is a revolution
This is redemption
We don't have to slow back down
The stars are alive
They dance to the music
Of the deepest emotion
And all of the world
Is singing in time
As the heavens are caving in
Mysterious ways
Why God gave His life
To put motion inside my soul
It's bigger than cold religion
It's bigger than life
We're starting now
We don't have to slow back down
This is a revolution
Get up, get up
Love is moving you now
beautiful. absolutely astounding. again, thank you Jesus, my sweet Lord. you have been so good to me.
actually, no, it's not. i mean, i've had new thoughts and ideas on things recently, but i feel like having a one-on-one in order to get them out. i love to write about my thoughts and feelings regarding the world that i live in, but there are times when that just doesn't cut it.
okay, end of rant. haha.
basically, i've learned lately about my relationship with God. i've learned that it's not just God doing all the good stuff while i get to sit here saying "praise him! praise him!" i've learned that i have to do something. to move. i always talk about it, and tell others to do it, but me? no, not so much. "there's more to living than being alive" as stephen christian says. things that make me think about this is (big shocker) Switchfoot songs (told you it was a shock ;) ). songs like love is the movement, daisy, and this is your life. i wish i was deep like jon foreman. i'm on my way, but not there quite yet. i want to be able to analyze everything around me with a good, biblical perspective.
oh! i just had a song jump into my head. here's a stanza from 24:
i want to see miracles
to see the world change
i wrestled the angel
for more than a name
for more than a feeling
for more than a cause
and i'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
and You're raising the dead in me
i'm not copping out
of course that's rather editied, but you get the idea.
i love that part of the song. it could be my favorite switchfoot lyrics of all time. it defines my life. i do want to see people change, i want more than a name, feelings and causes. i want to be with the Lord. nothing pleases me more than He does. i wonder why He loves me. i drift away from Him sometimes, whereas He never leaves my side. how does that happen? how can i leave Him, but He's still with me? how are we washed white as snow with crimson blood? how can we believe in God, and yet doubt Him sometimes? it's these questions that make you think. of course, those are random ones and not all totally literal, but still, i think sparatically.
this is the most random blog, but i'm just following my thoughts.
you know, it's a beautiful day outside. even though i'm sitting here kindaa hungry, doing nothing, not going to the switchfoot show that i was planning to go to, and have no money, i'm really rather happy. it's awesome how God can do that to a person, ya know? again, reminds me of a song:
i look out the window
the birds are compsing
not a note is out of tune or out of place
i walk to the meadow and and stare at the flowers
better dressed than any girl on her wedding day
two things You told me
that You are strong and You love me
yes You love me!
i love that. cause it's so true. outside it's gorgeous, and i'm reminded of Christ's unfalible love. it's such a beautiful thing. he puts such color in my world and i love it. i am often in awe of it all. so gorgeous.
again being random...heh.
something i've learned lately is how to be strong. you know, for a long time i thought the way to get stronger was to cut everything "worldly" out of my life. music, tv, etc. that only made me weaker. because when someone came to me with opposing ideas that i had never heard before, i didn't know what to say to it. all i knew was how i should act. i never learned what other people think of things and how best to have a conversation exclaiming each others ideas. i've grown up in church and been there all my life. all i knew were the things of the church. but when someone said something opposing my beliefs, i was there questioning myself. so i've learned not to cut out everything. it only makes my immune system weaker. so i try to open up more and learn about other peoples thoughts on things. it helps me to better understand my God by knowing other people's take on life. i've learned a lot more that way, and i find myself a stronger person. i find that it's now easier to talk about God and life and what-such. now when i find myself in a ceratin group setting where not a lot of my friends there are Christians, it's easier to stand firm in what i believe in. to remain strong. it reminds me of what stephen christian said. some girl asked him how he can stay strong in his faith at places such as warped tour. his response was something along the lines of:
"think of it as a very tall building. a skyscraper. that is your life. if your foundation is in the firm rock of Jesus Christ, then your building isn't going to fall when huge winds come. you may sway, but never fall"
(again, i said something along those lines. that is definitely not word for word.)
i really love that saying. it's so simple, and i knew it all along, but it finally clicked. you know, i used to feel sort of uncomfortable talking about God because people would laugh at me or something. you may find that very silly, and i do too, but you have been in the same situation before. so now, whenever i am in that situation, i think of that verse that talks about "blessed are those that are rebuked for My Name's for theirs is the kingdom of God". (again, not word for word).
that verse gives me the strength to keep going. the word of God is where my strength is found. my strength, hope, peace, love, and faith is founded upon the word of God.
such a beautiful thing. i love to see growth in my life as well as others. it makes me certain that there is a God. the God. my God. so often, i see people as they get older, they start to sway further and further from the truth. those are the people that were never there in the first place and just put on a very good show. that's what so many non-believers see. which i believe is part of the reason why there aren't as many true believers anymore. so when i do see growth, it gives me confidence, gives me faith, gives me hope. i know that i'm living for more than just what people call the "made-up god in my head". here's a tim foreman quote, and i'm applying it right now:
"Thank you Jesus, my sweet Lord. You have been so good to me. I remember, and I am humbled."
that's beautiful. and it really gets to me. "thank you Jesus, my sweet Lord".
here's a song. my favorite part in bold.
Love is the Movement - uh, i don't think i need to tell you the artist. ;)
A day in LA
And millions of faces
Are looking for movement
Cause everything's stuck
And everything's frozen
And everyone's broken
And nobody moves
And everybody's scared
That the motion will never come
This is the incompletion
Stuck in a line
Love is the movement
Love is a revolution
This is redemption
We don't have to slow back down
The stars are alive
They dance to the music
Of the deepest emotion
And all of the world
Is singing in time
As the heavens are caving in
Mysterious ways
Why God gave His life
To put motion inside my soul
It's bigger than cold religion
It's bigger than life
We're starting now
We don't have to slow back down
This is a revolution
Get up, get up
Love is moving you now
beautiful. absolutely astounding. again, thank you Jesus, my sweet Lord. you have been so good to me.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Don't let go tonight.
Woah, it's been a while since I last blogged.
So right now, life sorta sucks. On Monday, one of my best friends moved out of town. I'm super sad. And sad doesn't even begin to explain. I mean, I didn't think we'd all be this sad. But people are sobbing left and right. I don't think I went outside but once yesterday. It's really pathetic. He was one of my greatest friends ever. It's not like he had the greatest sense of moral values, but he was nice. I never got mad at him for being mean. It seems like when everyone around me was mad about some stupid thing that I had said, or drama had been started that was unnecessary, he was the one person who wasn't part of it. He never got mad at me. I'll admit, I thought that he was just trying to be nice, and that he really didn't like me. No one likes me much. I've got a couple friends here and there, but definitely not a lot. And a lot of them live in a different state. But he always seemed to enjoy my company. We would talk and have a good time. I really love the kid. I'm not in love, I just love him, like you love a brother. So I'm pretty sad.
It was strange cause for the few days before they moved, I wasn't at all sad. We hung out a ton, had a lot of fun, talked about random crap, yada yada yada. Then when we were driving out of their driveway on Monday after helping them pack, watching them crawl up into their packed up moving van, that's when it hit me. They aren't coming back for a long time. I'm not going to see them at church. When everyone gets mad at me, there won't be that one person that I can forget everything with. It's gonna be really tough.
But I can't die. I don't want to just curl up and die. I want to find a way to move on a little. I don't want to forget them, I just can't let it flood my mind.
I'm gonna get up and do something. I woke up a little earlier today, so I'm gonna do something. I have to.
Thank God for sending me Switchfoot and Jon Foreman. I might be curled up in my bed right now if it weren't for that Godsend.
Speaking of which, here's the song.
Golden - Switchfoot.
She's alone tonight with a bitter cup and
She's undone tonight, she's all used up,
She's been staring down the demons
Who've been screaming
She's just another so and so,
Another so and so
You are golden,
You are golden, Child
You are golden,
(Don't let go)
(Don't let go tonight)
There's a fear that burns like trash inside
And your shame of the curse that burns your eyes
You've been hiding in your bedroom,
Hoping this isn't how the story has to go
It's not the way it goes,
It's your book now,
You are golden,
You are golden, Child
You are golden,
(Don't let go)
(Don't let go tonight)
You're a lonely soul in a land of broken hearts
You're far from home, it's a perfect place to start
(Yeah!)
(Burn)
(Burn, Burn!)
So this final verse is a contradiction
And the more we learn the less we know
We've been talkin' about a feeling,
We both know inside but couldn't find the words
I couldn't write this verse,
I've seldom been so sure,
About anything before
Golden,
You are Golden, Child
You are Golden,
(Don't let go)
(Don't let go tonight)
This world is a dead man down (Golden, you are)
Every breath is a fading crown we wear (Golden, Child, you are)
Like some debilitated king (Golden, don't let go)
Don't let go tonight
The Earth spins and the moon goes round (Golden, you are)
The green comes from the frozen ground (Golden, Child, you are)
And everything will be made new again (Golden)
(Like freedom in spring) (Golden, Golden)
Hey, like freedom in spring, (Golden, you are, hey)
Like freedom in spring (Golden, Child, you are)
(Gold...)
Thank God! It's all gonna be alright.
So right now, life sorta sucks. On Monday, one of my best friends moved out of town. I'm super sad. And sad doesn't even begin to explain. I mean, I didn't think we'd all be this sad. But people are sobbing left and right. I don't think I went outside but once yesterday. It's really pathetic. He was one of my greatest friends ever. It's not like he had the greatest sense of moral values, but he was nice. I never got mad at him for being mean. It seems like when everyone around me was mad about some stupid thing that I had said, or drama had been started that was unnecessary, he was the one person who wasn't part of it. He never got mad at me. I'll admit, I thought that he was just trying to be nice, and that he really didn't like me. No one likes me much. I've got a couple friends here and there, but definitely not a lot. And a lot of them live in a different state. But he always seemed to enjoy my company. We would talk and have a good time. I really love the kid. I'm not in love, I just love him, like you love a brother. So I'm pretty sad.
It was strange cause for the few days before they moved, I wasn't at all sad. We hung out a ton, had a lot of fun, talked about random crap, yada yada yada. Then when we were driving out of their driveway on Monday after helping them pack, watching them crawl up into their packed up moving van, that's when it hit me. They aren't coming back for a long time. I'm not going to see them at church. When everyone gets mad at me, there won't be that one person that I can forget everything with. It's gonna be really tough.
But I can't die. I don't want to just curl up and die. I want to find a way to move on a little. I don't want to forget them, I just can't let it flood my mind.
I'm gonna get up and do something. I woke up a little earlier today, so I'm gonna do something. I have to.
Thank God for sending me Switchfoot and Jon Foreman. I might be curled up in my bed right now if it weren't for that Godsend.
Speaking of which, here's the song.
Golden - Switchfoot.
She's alone tonight with a bitter cup and
She's undone tonight, she's all used up,
She's been staring down the demons
Who've been screaming
She's just another so and so,
Another so and so
You are golden,
You are golden, Child
You are golden,
(Don't let go)
(Don't let go tonight)
There's a fear that burns like trash inside
And your shame of the curse that burns your eyes
You've been hiding in your bedroom,
Hoping this isn't how the story has to go
It's not the way it goes,
It's your book now,
You are golden,
You are golden, Child
You are golden,
(Don't let go)
(Don't let go tonight)
You're a lonely soul in a land of broken hearts
You're far from home, it's a perfect place to start
(Yeah!)
(Burn)
(Burn, Burn!)
So this final verse is a contradiction
And the more we learn the less we know
We've been talkin' about a feeling,
We both know inside but couldn't find the words
I couldn't write this verse,
I've seldom been so sure,
About anything before
Golden,
You are Golden, Child
You are Golden,
(Don't let go)
(Don't let go tonight)
This world is a dead man down (Golden, you are)
Every breath is a fading crown we wear (Golden, Child, you are)
Like some debilitated king (Golden, don't let go)
Don't let go tonight
The Earth spins and the moon goes round (Golden, you are)
The green comes from the frozen ground (Golden, Child, you are)
And everything will be made new again (Golden)
(Like freedom in spring) (Golden, Golden)
Hey, like freedom in spring, (Golden, you are, hey)
Like freedom in spring (Golden, Child, you are)
(Gold...)
Thank God! It's all gonna be alright.
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