The most beautiful song I’ve ever heard

The musical duo soon to be formerly known as Gungor is currently in process of saying farewell, touring down in the States for the final time using that brand name.

As Michael wrote not too long ago, “Gungor feels to us like it’s done what it needed to do. Said what it needed to say.  And now it’s time for something new.”

Gungor’s music has become extremely important to me in recent years. I jumped on the bandwagon through I Am Mountain, developed an appreciation for their older beautiful songs, and was helped through times of struggle and doubt by the truly amazing One Wild Life album series as our family weathered through various health issues.

I wrote a bit about all of that when I reviewed Lisa’s book here.

I have their songs tucked in a De/Reconstruction playlist on my computer, alongside Derek Webb, David Bazan, The Brilliance, John Mark McMillan and Audrey Assad, all of whom I adore. But there’s one Gungor song that fills me with … something I can’t even describe when it comes on, and it’s truly the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard.

Please enjoy ‘Vapor’ and I hope it speaks to you today.

 

 

I’ll miss you, Gungor. Can’t wait to see what’s next.

Also, please read Butt Prints In The Sand if you haven’t already. It was inspired by another one of Gungor’s projects.

5 Simple NHL Trade Deadline Rules

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I mentioned on Twitter the other day that this will be my first NHL trade deadline as a casual observer since 2013. In recent years, I had the privilege of covering the annual gong show as “work”; this year I’ll be at my home office, performing my current duties while obviously keeping an eye on the proceedings (although I did write something for Daily Hive already).

 

 

In my experience, these are 5 simple NHL trade deadline rules you need to follow:

  1. Don’t expect anything to happen before lunch – If you tune into the trade deadline shows in the morning, you’re basically watching a hockey version of The View.
  2. Don’t fall for breaking news from fake insiders and team accounts.
  3. Remember that not every report or rumour is fact until it’s announced by the teams, even if it’s coming from the most trusted hockey people.
  4. Don’t immediately judge a trade. Sometimes these things take years to gestate. (Exception: Anything resembling Erat for Forsberg).
  5. I originally have “everyone have fun out there!” here, but Ashley (who rules and you should all be following on Twitter) wisely came through with a good and important one here: Don’t @ your team.

Finally, don’t forget there are actual human beings with feelings and families involved in these decisions:

Seriously, this is too much.

What say you? Did I miss anything?

Butt Prints in the Sand

I was listening to a wonderful Liturgists podcast episode on Buddhism the other day, featuring a chat with Bushi Yamato Damashii. He talked about how we spend so much time trading all over the earth looking for answers, solutions, advancements, often failing to find what we’re looking for or making a mess of things – literally and figuratively – in the process.

Bushi also talked about the importance of rest, meditation, contemplation, being, and he and Vishnu Dass joked about creating butt prints instead of footprints. It’s been done before by others, but here’s my simple spin on a popular poem to remind myself of this podcast and the impact it can have on my life.

Butt Prints in the Sand

One night I dreamed a dream.
As I was sitting on the beach with my Lord,
Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene, I noticed two sets of butt prints in the sand;
One belonging to me and one to my Lord.

After the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the butt prints in the sand.
I noticed that at many times along the path of my life,
especially at the very lowest and saddest times,
there was only one set of butt prints.

This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it.
“Lord, you said once I decided to follow you,
You’d sit with me along the way.
But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life,
there was only one set of butt prints.
I don’t understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me.”

He whispered, “My precious child, I love you and will never leave you
Never, ever, during your trials and testings.
When you saw only one set of butt prints,
It was then that I remained still
While you ran off trying to figure things out on your own.”

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