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saturday song: pacific blue

a (very) few Christians have predicted that today will be the rapture, and unfortunately this gives some folks the license to mock all of Christianity, as if we are all sweaty street corner prophets of doom, instead of just regular people who have made the radical discovery that we're all adored, and want to share the treasure all the way around. 

but this day won't be about abundant living.  sadly, it will be about supposed imminent removal, and subsequent pain for the "lost."  and then, when nothing happens but another day of brokenness and redemption, like all the days before, there will be a great number of very disappointed dreamers, who put all their eggs in one basket, and may throw out the whole basket with the eggs after today. 

i don't know about the end of all things.  as the song below says, "i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design."  i don't claim to have a treasure map that shows where the "x" is that marks the spot.  instead, i claim to have discovered the treasure map that shows how to be abundantly alive along the journey.  and i'd love for you to join me in that journey. 

and so, in light of today's predicted "x", i share with you this new sleeping at last song from their latest ep, a song about how we keep searching and seeking, keep journeying and discovering and loving along the way, regardless of what we don't know for certain. 

peace.



pacific blue
copyright 2011 by sleeping at last


if i could rearrange my words
i'd say what i mean.
if i could learn to count the cards
i'd risk everything.
imagine how brave i'd be
if i knew i'd be safe
if i could only know the end,
i'd be a prodigy of faith.
if i had a treasure map, oh the answers i'd find.
i'd dust off the artifacts, 'til i made 'em all shine.

everything i know is borrowed, broken, or blind,
and what i've seen of beautiful feels merely implied.
is it the treatment of symptoms, or a touch of divine?
i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design.

how i ache to know.

God knows that i know we're little boats in the great big sea.
setting sail after sail in hopes of finding a breeze.

every compass i have followed i've trusted and denied.
so it goes with an ever-changing definition of right.
is it the treatment of symptoms, or a touch of divine?
i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design.

if ignorance is bliss, then i guess i'm in heaven.
but this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea.

setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.

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