CD Release parta' tonight at Eddie's Attic in Decatur. Show starts at 8.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
A Post for the Women
This year on September 11th Shaunti Feldhahn will be speaking at Perimeter Church, and will be addressing women in the workplace.
Based on the ongoing research for Shaunti's upcoming book, "For Women Only; In the workplace." This talk will open the eyes of working women to the findings about men that may be affecting them & their careers. While the findings about men in "For Women Only" were applied solely to relationships and marriage, Shaunti will talk about how many of these truth's have a surprising application in the workplace.
Shaunti's talk will utilize dozens of quotes from high-level business men concerning the ways they see women often sabotaging their careers with a lack of how to relate and work with men.
Her information will also be backed by a national survey that uses real-life and interactive discussion.
As a nationally renowned speaker, Shaunti travels extensively and has shared her findings with millions of women through conferences, television, and radio. Appearing on multiple television outlets such as PBS, TNT, Soap Talk, The Alan Colmes Show, Focus on the Family, FamilyLife TODAY, and the 700 Club. Her weekly opinion columns are posted in fifty newspapers around the country, including the AJC, the Chicago Tribune, the Detroit Free Press, and the Seattle Times.
To say the least, this will not be a waist of your time...
When: Tuesday, September 11th, 2007; 6:00pm-7:45pm
Where: Perimeter Church Fellowship Hall
How Much: $7- includes a light meal, and can be paid at the event
How: Please Register at
http://perimeter-business.followers.net/announcements
or contact Julie Carlock at 770-596-4311
They are requesting that you registed in advance, it is only a click away so please do it now...
Friday, August 24, 2007
now wanting what i want
I want not my soul to be free but to be free of my soul.
I know this is not what I truly want, nor is it in my best interest, but sometimes I want a mechanical heart. A heart that will just do as it's told and not talk back and not stab back.
This is not Your will and I am thankful for that. Life, thought, and love would become mere obstacles in the middle of the mundane if a mechanical heart had it's way.
Your grace knows no famine, it can not be contained in any storehouse.
I know this is not what I truly want, nor is it in my best interest, but sometimes I want a mechanical heart. A heart that will just do as it's told and not talk back and not stab back.
This is not Your will and I am thankful for that. Life, thought, and love would become mere obstacles in the middle of the mundane if a mechanical heart had it's way.
Your grace knows no famine, it can not be contained in any storehouse.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
A piece of gold for the price of silver
A band that I have been digging more and more - Kings of Convenience. Reflective lyrics with creative instrumentals = a great coffee/reading experience.
If it takes control of your body and soul
embrace it
if it makes you cry or leave you wondering why
don't turn around, face it
but do turn cold
if they promise you gold for the price of silver
if it's chemically made
by people you hate
pinch your arm (pitch around), see if they still there
everything you want is what I got to give you
you just have to let yourself come with me now
everything you want is what I got to give you
there's no time to hesitate, come with me now
let's go and watch the sun rise
over london bridge
over golden gate
or puddefjordsbroen
let your heart run along to the rhythm of the song
If it takes control of your body and soul
embrace it
if it makes you cry or leave you wondering why
don't turn around, face it
but do turn cold
if they promise you gold for the price of silver
if it's chemically made
by people you hate
pinch your arm (pitch around), see if they still there
everything you want is what I got to give you
you just have to let yourself come with me now
everything you want is what I got to give you
there's no time to hesitate, come with me now
let's go and watch the sun rise
over london bridge
over golden gate
or puddefjordsbroen
let your heart run along to the rhythm of the song
Friday, August 17, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
"I Pulled a Schlichting"
Ever read a blog? He has this uncanny ability to take something completely normal, whether its a quote from a puritan or a small child, and completely mold and shape the story into the gospel. Today I am going to attempt something of the same.
Last night we arrived home from our staff retreat in Blue Ridge, GA. The whole week Mike and Matt where debating who’s vehicle was the better one. In my mind that is like debating with Rain Man how many minutes there are in a year, but Mike perpetually kept up with the debate (I can’t say I wasn’t impressed). In the midst of their debate I realized that my car or truck doesn't even deserve to be in the discussion, but Matt forcefully reminded me that I take horrible care of my vehicles. If you know me well at all you know that is the truth, & the honest to God reason is that it is expensive.... and I am lazy... But anywho, with guilt and embaressment as my motivation I run to AutoZone when I get home and I buy 5qts of oil, an oil filter, an air-conditioning blower, a set of brakes for lindsay’s car, 2 gallons of anti-freeze, and some armor-all wipes.
I take both of our cars to Lindsay’s parents house, where her more then a man father (I have seen him use his hand to hammer a nail into some furniture... I am not lying!) keeps all of his tools. With his help we replace my air-conditioning motor, flush my radiator system, and change Lindsay’s brake pads. By the end of the night I had slammed my knuckles into enough metal parts to make me curse, my hands were covered in brake dust, and my shirt was soaked in a 50/50 ratio of old radiator fluid and water (Oh and yesterday’s heat index was 110). So to say the least I was dirty, smelly, tired, and cut-up....
When I got home later that night I looked at my hands and realized how filthy they were. In my line of work you don’t get to go home with dirty hands too often, but it made me think about how it was proof that I had worked really hard that day. Then for some reason my mind pulled a and I thought about Christ’s hands after His “day of work.”
He could look at his hands after that and know that he had done his job well
All of those who were responsible for his death tried to clean their hands from sin, by giving Christ over to be slaughtered like a lamb. But Christ bore our sins on his hands and his feet, dying the death we deserve, adopting us as children, reconciling us to him, redeeming us from our former identity, and atoning for OUR sins. When his work was finished, he and the apostles were able to look at his hands and feet and see the dirty, despicable, beautiful, scandalous, grace centered work he did on the cross.
: To take a normal mundane incident and turn it into an illustration of the Gospel...
Last night we arrived home from our staff retreat in Blue Ridge, GA. The whole week Mike and Matt where debating who’s vehicle was the better one. In my mind that is like debating with Rain Man how many minutes there are in a year, but Mike perpetually kept up with the debate (I can’t say I wasn’t impressed). In the midst of their debate I realized that my car or truck doesn't even deserve to be in the discussion, but Matt forcefully reminded me that I take horrible care of my vehicles. If you know me well at all you know that is the truth, & the honest to God reason is that it is expensive.... and I am lazy... But anywho, with guilt and embaressment as my motivation I run to AutoZone when I get home and I buy 5qts of oil, an oil filter, an air-conditioning blower, a set of brakes for lindsay’s car, 2 gallons of anti-freeze, and some armor-all wipes.
I take both of our cars to Lindsay’s parents house, where her more then a man father (I have seen him use his hand to hammer a nail into some furniture... I am not lying!) keeps all of his tools. With his help we replace my air-conditioning motor, flush my radiator system, and change Lindsay’s brake pads. By the end of the night I had slammed my knuckles into enough metal parts to make me curse, my hands were covered in brake dust, and my shirt was soaked in a 50/50 ratio of old radiator fluid and water (Oh and yesterday’s heat index was 110). So to say the least I was dirty, smelly, tired, and cut-up....
When I got home later that night I looked at my hands and realized how filthy they were. In my line of work you don’t get to go home with dirty hands too often, but it made me think about how it was proof that I had worked really hard that day. Then for some reason my mind pulled a and I thought about Christ’s hands after His “day of work.”
He could look at his hands after that and know that he had done his job well
All of those who were responsible for his death tried to clean their hands from sin, by giving Christ over to be slaughtered like a lamb. But Christ bore our sins on his hands and his feet, dying the death we deserve, adopting us as children, reconciling us to him, redeeming us from our former identity, and atoning for OUR sins. When his work was finished, he and the apostles were able to look at his hands and feet and see the dirty, despicable, beautiful, scandalous, grace centered work he did on the cross.
: To take a normal mundane incident and turn it into an illustration of the Gospel...
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Dancing Generation
I thought I might post as I have not seen any for a bit here. I just returned from London and Mumbai with a beautiful team of young adults. We blessed and were blessed. Jeff Wreyford had the pleasure of leading worship along with Eric Gilbert. Jeff had the joy of leading on "One Way" and "Dancing Generation."
Our Indian brothers and sisters worship in an exuburant way, to say the least. They took us to a new place even as Jeff led and took them to a new place. One special moment was the inspiration to mix the bands, some Indians and some Americans. It was powerful. A taste of heaven.
I encourage you to pick up both songs to listen to. Not necessarily songs we would use at Perimeter, but I think it good to expand the musical borders at least personally so we can, with joy, experience woship like our brothers and sisters do in India. They blessed us.
Our Indian brothers and sisters worship in an exuburant way, to say the least. They took us to a new place even as Jeff led and took them to a new place. One special moment was the inspiration to mix the bands, some Indians and some Americans. It was powerful. A taste of heaven.
I encourage you to pick up both songs to listen to. Not necessarily songs we would use at Perimeter, but I think it good to expand the musical borders at least personally so we can, with joy, experience woship like our brothers and sisters do in India. They blessed us.
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