Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy – The World’s Greatest

Music for your Monday.

an example of ‘way better than the original’.

cover of R.Kelly’s The World’s Greatest by Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy.


Mumford & Sons – Awake My Soul

music for your Mondays

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life

Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your Maker

Note To Self

Sometimes, well most of the time, we have no idea what we’re doing, and it’s ok to admit that. No one has it all together, however together they seem to have it.

We’re broken, all of us.

Self-Esteem Kills

“You’re the best!”

“Keep it up, kid!”


My generation is built on hot air. We crave the tasty morsels of a compliment as a heroin addict sells his soul for a hit. We’ve been told we’re great from before we could even spell the word. Our homes were built with shrines honoring our early accomplishments. You got your yellow belt in karate? Let’s hang it up. As we grew up and went to school to be educated in the essentials of life, our only discipline was when we weren’t saying nice things to our classmates. Might as well have put a sign up in the classroom that read, “These are the forbidden F-words: Failure, Forfeit, & Freak.” No one failed, because we’re all winners. No one forfeits, because there was no competition. No one’s a freak, because we’re all unique. We were all great and even if it became painfully evident that not everyone was, we were encouraged to fake it. Now, there’s a useful F-word.

I wish someone was brave enough to tell me the truth. I think honesty is more strengthening than flattery. Character is built upon reality.

You see, our generation was doomed from the beginning. Our lives were built on the precariousness of our own own egos. It’s equivalent to building a skyscraper on top of a marble. We were so filled with lies that once our ego exploded in our face, we didn’t know what to do with ourselves. Up until that point, we had never experienced failure or heard the sweet sound of rejection. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that we need to stop affirming one another, complimenting each other, or encouraging a friend. That’s all fine and well. But maybe what we do need in our generation is a healthy dose of “you suck” with a side of “no”. Maybe that’s what we need to remedy this epidemic that’s killing our generation. Maybe that will kill our pride. Maybe that will drown our sense of entitlement.

I think this is where the Gospel becomes fresh life-giving news for the heart that craves a dose of painful reality. We’ve been so adorned with our own “greatness” that it’s become nearly impossible to see our own depravity. But when met with it, most respond with a deep sigh of relief. Finally, something that makes sense. I am fallen. I am mistake prone. I am broken. I am not great.

Depravity is good news, not only because it kills our pride, but because it helps us to see things as they really are. Yet we never forget, in our sin, Jesus came to us so that He may purchase our redemption. He is the truly great one. He is the one deserving of all praise. He is the perfect one. And it’s in Him that we find our true identity: great sinners saved by a greater Grace.

You suck, but God is good.

The Bird & The Bee – Meteor

Music For Your Monday

something to lift you up out from under this smothering blanket of snow.

The Bird & The Bee – Meteor


Dusting off a blog. Taking a minute to remember your login. Reacquainting yourself with the keyboard. Sitting for hours looking at a blinking line, begging you to type, but your fingers not feeling the inspiration. Your mind commanding you to just start writing, but you not willing to show your inane thoughts to the public. Don’t want to show how naked you really are. Wanting to be coherent, insightful, brilliant, and inspiring all at the same time. Realizing it’s not that easy.


Once again, I’m feeling the bookmark on my browser named “Surpassing Worth” calling to me. I hear its whimper from long neglect. Like my visits to Lids or The Finish Line, I’m always browsing, but I never take the bait to buy. Sure, I have moments, nearly every other day when I think, “Hey, that’d be a killer blog entry”  or “Oh! I need to write that down.” But what comes of it? Absolutely nothing.


You know what else is typical? A blogger stunned at how long it’s been since their last post, vowing to change their ways and blog more often. You know what that means, right? It means they’ve been inspired by someone that actually does what they say they’re going to do: write. You know what else that means, right? It means it’s only a matter of time that this blogger will lose steam and come back in a year to think to themselves, “Wow, has it really been that long?!”


I’m not making any promises, but I think I need to write more. It’s an expression of my soul that I have long missed. Less for you, really more for me.


José González

Music for your mondays. Fall weather means mellow tunes as you watch the leaves make their earthly descent. There’s no one better to do it with than José González, who will make those leaves look like their floating. Enjoy.

José González – How Low

José González – Down the Line