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something was missing; his spirit was willing

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...he could not believe it was true Lent Wednesday Music : I Admit I’m Scared - Eskimeaux No Shade in the Shadow of The Cross - Sufjan Stevens .38 Airweight - Doomtree Hard Times - Gillian Welch Henrietta, Indiana - Josh Ritter

like purity

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against resolve Sufjan Stevens; “Vesuvius” (Age of Adz) Mark Orton; “Their Pie” (Sweet Land Soundtrack) Josh RItter; “To the Dogs or Whoever” (The Historical Conquests of Josh Ritter) Great Lake Swimmers; “Your Rocky Spine” (Ongiara) Typhoon; “White Liars” (Hunger and Thirst)

i'm singing religious songs

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& getting the words wrong Lenten Picks: St. Paul & the Broken Bones “Don’t Mean a Thing” (Half the City) Withered Hand “Religious Songs” (Good News) Josh Ritter “Rattling Locks” (So Runs the World Away) Kendrick Lamar “Swimming Pools” (good kid, m.A.A.d city) Van Morrison “Wonderful Remark” (The Movie Hits)

i was told that i'd grow up to be myself

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i thought that i'd be bigger, too The Gospel this Sunday is perfect for meditating on the "tragedy of the Gospel." Anyway, this week my picks are: The Roots, "Now or Never" (How I Got Over) Josh Ritter "Girl in the War" (Animal Years) Innocence Mission "I Haven’t Seen this Day Before" (Birds of My Neighborhood) John Frusciante "Murderers" (To Record Water for Ten Days) Typhoon "Artificial Light" (White Lighter)

something else was on my mind

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the only ghost i'm haunted by... In a sermon I once hear Will Willimon quip that Christians aren’t spiritual.  Well said.  Truth be told though, I don’t Christians should be romantics.  It’s those romantic Christians that keep us farthest away from a crucified God.  This post isn’t about theology, though. Not explicitly, anyway.  This post is lenten-music.  Each Tuesday during Lent I’ll update with five more “lenten jamz.” Lent is a holy time.  I love to begin Lent with this old tumbler I found in my Grandfather's belongings. Once the old thing is is full of good Irish whisky, I’m ready to break down a handful of palm branches to stuff in an old Maxwell Coffee can.  Not just any branches, though.  Branches that had been waved while singing “Hosanna” by saints alive and passed. Tumbler and coffee can full, it's time to head outside to burn the branches for Ash Wednesday.  Those who imagine this e...