Showing posts from March, 2010


This song has been on my mind a lot as I am facing the stresses that accompany one's final semester of senior year. Enjoy the video; lyrics are below. You gotta swim, Swim for your life Swim for the music that saves you When you're not so sure you'll survive You gotta swim, swim when it hurts The whole world is watching You haven't come this far to fall off the earth The currents will pull you Away from your love Just keep your head above Chorus I found a tidal wave Begging to tear down the dawn Memories like bullets They fired at me from a gun Cracking the armor yeah I swim for brighter days Despite the absence of sun Choking on salt water I'm not giving in Swim You gotta swim For nights that won't end, Swim for your families, your lovers your sisters, And brothers and friends Yeah, you gotta swim For wars without cause Swim for the lost politicians Who don't see their greed as a flaw You gotta swim Swim in the dark T

Image of God and the Power of Touch

There is a therapeutic element to physical contact. Studies have shown that affectionate touch is critical for a child's development in all dimensions - social, mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual. Babies and infants who a deprived of adequate contact and interaction with parents or caregivers are at much higher risk for mental and social impairment later in life. Not only does physical touch lead to proper human development, it can also mean the difference between life and death in premature newborns. Affectionate human contact can instill an amazing resiliency in newborns that would have no chance of pulling through otherwise. Also, touch therapy and therapeutic massage can increase recovery times and lower stress among the elderly and surgery patients. Beyond that, we are a society that appreciates the value of physical contact. Hugging our children and long-time friends -- kissing our spouse and holding their hand -- giving a good firm hand shake to that person we just

Bunnies and Candy and Eggs! Oh My!

I just finished reading this disturbing study performed by the Barna Group concerning Americans' view of Easter. It is unsettling how many people don't regard Easter as a religious holiday, and of those who do, many fail to associate the holiday with the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Looking at my own past, there has never been an Easter weekend which I remember spending focused on the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus. The Lads to Leaders convention, in which I participated from 2nd to 10th grade, is always on Easter weekend. For eight years I spent the weekend of the resurrection in competition with my fellow believers. Then I came to Harding where the biggest event of the year, Spring Sing, dominates the weekend. So again, I have spent 4 or 5 more years supporting or participating in competition on Easter weekend. During the days my Savior was dead, I was singing and dancing for thousands to see. Spring Sing and Lads to Leaders are not bad in and of themselves. A