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Found this guy’s work on flickr earlier today. I like it a lot. Click on each picture for a bigger version, and be sure to check out his site.
On another note, I know I may be slow on the uptake, but I just recently got a hold of the new Iron & Wine album. Sometimes folk stuff can be too…well…folky. For some reason though, this album is really hitting the spot right about now. Check them out if you’re anything like me and sometimes fall a bit behind the curve.
It seems that many times, when life tosses a situation my way that sorta sucker-punches the breath from my lungs, the only way I know to pray to or approach God is through the stanzas of old hymns. Sometimes I sing them. Sometimes I say them out loud. Other times I pray them quietly while I’m sitting in a classroom pretending to pay attention to a lecture.
Last night, one of those “gravity of life” moments came busting into my day at about 5:30pm. A good friend of mine here at school attempted suicide in his dorm room. It seems that the paramedics got to him in just enough time to keep him alive. He is in the hospital today and chances are that he will make it through this alright.
My immediate reaction yesterday was to sing. I guess its sort of a way that I both distract and try to comfort myself. Today, as the weight of the situation sinks in a little deeper than it did yesterday, I find myself praying through the same song I was singing yesterday. It seems that this verse is especially relevant.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come; Let his blessed assurance control; That Christ has regarded my helpless estate and hath shed his own blood for my soul. It is well. It is well with my soul.
Though I know that it will eventually be well with my soul, I am trying to grasp the idea right now that this could not have come at a better time. This did not catch God off-guard. It is all happening in His time. There will be good to come from this situation. It’s just that the sea billows are rolling right now, and it seems that all I can do is sing.
In moments of frustration and need, what’s your form of hymn-singing? How do you best respond to Christ is the midst of a crisis?
