Marks in the Sand, from the EP Where We Belong
on iTunes
(Source: wherewebelongproject)
I’m realising now how much noise can just kill the true meaning of life. It takes away the realism of every sound and sense and makes it become a compressed version that you can intake on a level that makes no impact on any life. It just adds to the clutter of more noise.
How much of life is noise and how much of it is God breathed?
How much of our mental state is noise and how much of it is clear cut thinking that is aware of its mortality.
When you are left with silence, you are left with a sense of your mortality. The realisation of your fragility kicks in and from that point on, every breath becomes an uncertainty and also brings us to the realisation that without it, our life would end. The intake from each breath from this point on helps us to be thankful for every breath we take in that moment of awareness.
Noise - The enemy of Freedom
the Screwtape Letters - pg 119-120
Music and silence - how I detest them both! How thankful we should be that ever since Our Father entered Hell - though longer ago than humans, reckoning in light years, could express - no square inch of infernal space and no moment of infernal time has been surrendered to either of those abominable forces, but all has been occupied by Noise - Noise, the grand dynam-ism, the audible expression of all that is exultant, ruthless, and virile - Noise which alone defends us from silly qualms, despairing scruples and impossible desires. We will make the whole universe a noise in the end. We have already made great strides in this direction as regards the Earth. The melodies and silences of Heaven will be shouted down in the end. But I admit we are not yet loud enough, or anything like it. Research is in progress.
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One of the absolute annoyances of my writing this year has been the amount of noise that has been involved in it. There has been so much rambling on over and over again and a lot of it has not made sense. There has been good music, but not great music. That is my opinion but I think that clearing my own life of noise will definitely clear up the writing too.
15.9.10 - Thoughts of a man over religion
Wednesday 9:15am
I’m not here to attend a service.
I’m not here to entertain you with my voice and guitar.
I’m not here to motivate you if you do not want to be motivated to worship.
I’m not even here for me. There is no Glory to be gained in my service to you anyway.
I’m here because God has designed me to be in his house. His community of believers.
I’m here because I have fallen in Love with God.
He is not to be used in the church for a social club for the ‘in crowd’
I’m not here to play lukewarm living
14.9.10 - Something on the inside
Tuesday 11:51pm
Yes there is something on the inside. An emptiness that is deep somewhere. I learned it from being rejected by my father when I was young. I learned to know rejection close like a friend.
What is this sorrow? Can this faith take that sorrow away? It is a deep rooted seed that has blossomed deep into the depths of my soul. It lives alongside the faith in Jesus that I have inside. They live together.
It has masked itself. It tells me that it doesn’t exist. Although what I feel is that through getting rid of the noise in my life, I will discover the end of it.
There is only to be music and silence.
There is more to uncover
