Take a moment and listen to the Perpetuum Jazille choir perform “Africa,” in October, 2008.
November 10, 2009 at 7:26 pm (Uncategorized)
Tags: Acappella, Africa, Art, Choir, creativity, Culture, Entertainment, Happiness, Life, Music, Perpetuum Jazille, Pop Culture, Singing, Toto, Vocal, Vocal Percussion, Vocalists, Worship
Take a moment and listen to the Perpetuum Jazille choir perform “Africa,” in October, 2008.
November 5, 2009 at 7:28 pm (Blogging)
Tags: Afraid, American History, Christianity, Church, Communication, Culture, Faith, Fear, Forgiveness, George W. Bush, Ghosts, God, Guilt, Happiness, Haunting, History, Jay Leno, Jenna Bush, Life, Lincoln's Ghost, Music, Opinions, Politics, Pop Culture, Prayer, Presidents, Purpose, Regret, Religion, Supernatural, The White House, Theology

The White House, photographed for the first time in 1846 by John Plumbe during the Polk administration.
It seems to me, that if any place in America would be haunted, it would most certainly be the White House, with all of the tension and stress and decisions made within those walls.
There must be some sort of supernatural residue still lingering there. A former resident certainly believes it to be so.
Fright House: Jenna Bush on the ghostly music playing in the presidential home already ‘haunted’ by Abraham Lincoln
by Sara Nelson
for the Daily Mail
The daughter of former President George W Bush has claimed she saw ghosts during her time in the White House.
Jenna Bush Hager told chat show host Jay Leno she had been terrified by spooky events near the fireplace in her bedroom.
The 27-year-old teacher, who now works as an education correspondent for the Today Show said: ‘I heard a ghost. I was asleep, there was a fireplace in my room and all of a sudden I heard 1920s music coming out.
‘I could feel it, I freaked out and ran into my sister’s room. She was like “Please go back to sleep this is ridiculous”.
‘The next week we were both asleep in my room, the phone had rang and woke us up.
‘We were talking and going back to bed when all of a sudden we heard this opera, coming out of the fireplace.
‘We couldn’t believe it, we both jumped in bed and were asking the people that worked there the next morning “Are we crazy?”
‘We tried to rationalise it, but they said they heard it there all the time.’
Jenna and her family lived at the Washington DC presidential home from 2001 to 2009.
She told how her parents were settling in well back at home in Texas, and that the former president has even been offered a job at a hardware store – but turned it down, feeling he was overqualified.
The former first daughter confessed she had never seen Abraham Lincoln’s ghost – which is said to regularly haunt the White House – but wished she had.
Lincoln’s ghost is widely reported to walk up and down the second floor hallway, knock at doors and stand at certain windows with his hands clasped behind his back.
Indeed Winston Churchill refused to sleep in the former president’s bedroom after reportedly spotting his ghost lurking there.
The British Prime Minister had stepped into the room after a relaxing bath with a cigar and a glass of scotch.
Still naked, the premier is reported to have spied an apparition of Lincoln standing by the fireplace. The pair are said to have started at each other for some time before the ghost faded away.
Former first lady Hilary Clinton has also spoken about the spooky atmosphere in the White House.
The US Secretary of State said: ‘There is something about the house at night that you just feel like you are summoning up the spirits of all the people who have lived there and worked there and walked through the halls there.’
She told the Rosie O’Donnell Show: ‘It’s neat, it can be a little creepy.
‘You know, they think there’s a ghost there. It is a big old house and when the lights are out it is dark and quiet and any movement at all catches your attention.’
Indeed Harry Truman once wrote to his wife: ‘I sit here in this old house, all the while listening to the ghosts walk up and down the hallway.
‘At 4 o’clock I was awakened by three distinct knocks on my bedroom door. No one there. [The] place is haunted, sure as shootin’!’
As well as human hauntings, the have been tales of a demon cat prowling the building’s basement.
According to legend, years go by without a sighting of the animal, but when it does appear, national disaster is said to be imminent.
Some witnesses claim the demon cat first appears as a helpless-looking kitten, which grows in size and menace the closer one gets to it.
A White House guard claimed to have seen it a week before the great stock market crash of the 1920s and it was also reportedly seen days before the assassination of JFK.
I’m not sure if Lincoln’s ghost is more frightening, though, than the thought of Churchill fresh from a bath.
Anyway, ghosts are most definitely real. And while they may not be the unattached spirits or souls of the dead, they are real in the sense that after any great tragedy, or crisis, we allow some sort of residual effect to linger.
A fight. A death. Turmoil. Job loss. Rebellious kids. Conversations with harsh words. Wrecking decisions. All of these give us remorse, guilt, and we are haunted with the sheer regret of the crisis. And that residue, sometimes, just won’t leave.
May we have better discernment about the words we say and the actions we choose, or, maybe more importantly, about the words we keep, and the actions we disregard.
November 3, 2009 at 4:37 pm (Art)
Tags: Art, Berlin Wall, Christianity, Church, Communion, Communism, Culture, East Germany, Education, Eucharist, Faith, George Bush, God, Graffiti, History, Life, Memory, Opinions, Photography, Politics, Pop Culture, Purpose, Religion, Ronald Reagan, Street Art, Theology, West Germany, Worship, Youth Ministry
I often think about the Eucharist. I am amazed at how little, in the New Testament, it is mentioned. Most often, it is called, simply, “breaking bread,” and seems to imply that the Eucharist of the early church may have been a memorial meal, shared by all of the saints, which offered a chance of fellowship and memory, possibly not unlike our own Thanksgiving meals.
We have moved it to something very somber, though. Most faiths tend to have it as a part of the design of worship, with specific prayers. Some faiths, even, have the Eucharist offered by a leader in the church. And, like most human things, it has its varying degrees of executions, but always with some sort of quiet meditation.
And that is not wrong, or offensive. I shared a conversation with a member of my church, just last week, who said he has grown tired of an image of a crucifed Christ displayed during the communion moments. Instead, he wanted a picture of an empty tomb, because, he said, “that’s what all of this is about, anyway.”
I believe our exercising of the Eucharist would be found insulting by those in the earliest models of the Christian church. What seems to be a celebratory meal of fellowship has been turned into just another moment in the design of a worship event. Long gone are the loaves of bread, broken together, with large pieces eaten and chased by overflowing cups of wine. Instead, there are small wafers, and a slight sip, all with the idea to remember the remarkable moment in the Christian faith.
Maybe these ideas are foreign to you. Perhaps you worship in a church where the Eucharist is only observed during special days, or occassions, or maybe you worship in a church where communion is shared every Sunday. Either way, it deserves a second look.
Which brings me to the following story. It is a slight story about the Berlin Wall, but I think it says volumes about the human desire to simply remember, both the awful, and the celebrations which follow.
Twenty Years After, Berlin Wall Gets a Facelift
by Kristen Grieshaber, for the Associated Press
Stroke by stroke, Gerhard Kriedner applied pink acrylic paint with a small brush on a 14-yard stretch of the Berlin Wall, recreating the mural he first painted months after the Berlin Wall came down on Nov. 9, 1989.
Kriedner and 90 artists from around the world have gathered again to repaint their original creations on the concrete slabs, bringing new life to images that have been eroded by the elements over the last two decades, on the longest remaining length of the wall that once split Germany’s capital.
“This is a very emotional thing for me,” Kriedner, 69, said, adding that he escaped from communist East Germany to the West himself as a young man. “The Berlin Wall stands for the total lack of freedom we had at the time.”
While Berliners were initially eager to tear down the city’s most detested symbol, in recent months there has been a major effort to restore the 3/4 mile-long (1.3-kilometer) dilapidated East Side Gallery — a major tourist attraction with 106 different paintings and graffiti.
“The wall was rotten through and through,” Kriedner said on a recent chilly, overcast autumn day as he put the finishing touches on his mural — a dark, barren landscape with bursting soap bubbles colored pink and light blue, his interpretation of the promise of Socialist dreams colliding with reality.
“In order to restore the wall, the entire artwork was scraped off, the concrete was chiseled down to the steel insides, and then everything had to be reapplied, but this time with waterproof acrylic paints,” the Bavarian artist said, adding that he’d been working off a photo of his original piece to ensure the new version mimicked the original.
Kani Alavi, the head of the East Side Gallery’s Artists’ Association, has been the driving force behind the restoration work that started in October 2008. Alavi lobbied for years to collect the euro2.5 million ($3.7 million) from the city, state and federal governments needed for the restoration process. That included room and board for the artists, who otherwise worked for free.
Of the initial group of artists, only five declined to participate in the renovation project. Six others died and their murals have been restored by other artists.
“We thought it was really important to recreate the paintings because, by now, there’s a whole new generation that no longer remembers the original Berlin Wall and the historic events that led to Germany’s reunification,” said Alavi, an Iranian-born artist who had already restored his own mural of East Germans crossing Checkpoint Charlie into West Berlin on the night the border opened for the first time.
Every day, the East Side Gallery in Berlin’s formerly eastern Friedrichshain neighborhood attracts thousands of tourists who pose for snapshots in front of the murals.
The western side of the wall was covered in graffiti during the decades after the barrier was erected on Aug. 13, 1961. The eastern side stood barren, desolate and guarded by stern border police for decades. Only after the wall’s collapse did a group of Berlin artists decide to decorate the stretch — the first joint art project of the formerly divided city.
They called on artists from around the world to join them in expressing their feelings in paint and color on the formerly untouchable east side of the wall.
“We had nothing, only cheap paint and brushes, but we were so euphoric about all the historic changes and we wanted to express them in our paintings,” Alavi said, adding that the murals show the joy and hopefulness of overcoming injustice that people believed was possible at the time.
Since then, pollution, weather and time turned famous images like the fraternal communist kiss between East German leader Erich Honecker and Soviet leader Leonid Brezhnev, or the East German Trabant car that appears to be bursting through the wall, into a sad sight — with long cracks in the concrete and big chunks of paint flaking off.
Then there were the souvenir-seekers who chipped off pieces of rock or scrawled their names and messages atop the paintings.
The East Side Gallery received historic monument status in 1991. But despite new signs asking visitors not to tamper with the bright new paintings, it’s uncertain whether the new art will be free from graffiti, vandalism or souvenir hunters.
Some, however, didn’t seem to mind that prospect.
Julie Zinser, a tourist from Riverside, California who was strolling down along the wall said she loved the paintings, but the bright new colors made the it look less authentic.
“It seems like the gritty beauty of this city got a little lost,” Zinser said and then posed for a photo with her two daughters.

The Berlin Wall
What is a memory worth, anyway? To these artists, it is a teaching moment, a moment when the world will once again understand the oppressive effects of a dividing wall broken against a surge of freedom. Old artists now want to use it as a canvas, to teach this generation of such a powerful moment, for those in Germany, and even in the world.
We have a need to remember. We glance through old photographs, share stories around weekend dinners, watch black and white films, all because we really do like to remember those moments.
The Eucharist is a common memory, then, a chance to again find great peace and celebration in an act of deliverance. But what is this memory worth to you?
October 13, 2009 at 4:15 pm (Teaching, Thinking)
Tags: Addiction, Baseball, Blackberry, Chicago Bears, Choose, Church, Culture, Dallas Cowboys, Denver Broncos, Detriot Lions, DVR, Entertainment, ESPN, Football, God, Guilt, Jesus, Life, Messiah, MLB, NFL, Pastor, Playoffs, Pop Culture, Preaching, Religion, Scoop Jackson, Sermon, Sports, Sunday School, Television, TiVo, WNBA, Worship, Youth Ministry
Perhaps this sounds familiar:
Tough Decisions on Sports Sunday
by Scoop Jackson
espn.com
I have a friend who recently got an e-mail from his pastor:
“Dear Jon, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face during service on Sundays. It would be really nice to see you return to worship with us.”
Ugh. The guilt. When I talked to Jon during the week, I asked him where he was watching the game that Sunday. I knew that Jon, a huge Chicago Bears fan, was getting mentally prepped to watch the Bears beat the lowly Detroit Lions.
Jon didn’t have an answer.
But Jon’s problem that particular week wasn’t his love affair with just the Bears; rather, it was his love affair with sports. Of all Sundays for the Lord (or in this case, one of the Lord’s messengers) to interrupt, that one was one of the worst. Not only were the Bears playing the Lions, but the second games of the day were huge matchups. The Saints against the Jets was a matchup of two undefeated teams. The Broncos against the Cowboys is a big game on any Sunday. To make matters worse, Game 3 of the WNBA Finals was that day, too. Just to give you an indication of how deep Jon is into women’s basketball, he was the one who told me about Ashley and Courtney Paris before they went to Oklahoma.
Then there were the baseball games taking place at the same time as the NFL games. Not just any baseball games — playoff-deciding games on the last day of the regular season! Twins-Royals and Tigers-White Sox with the AL Central title on the line.
Did I mention that Jon is a season ticket holder for the White Sox? He loves baseball.
Jon was struggling with his decision for three days. The e-mail from his pastor was weighing heavily on him. He knew that ever since football season began, he had been having trouble making it to the noon service. His wife gave him “the look” every Sunday morning when she walked out the door. His kids didn’t know any better, saying, “Have fun watching your game, Daddy,” as they left for Sunday school.
None of that made Jon budge. But when the pastor personally e-mails you to say that out of a congregation of more than 500, he misses your face, that’s hard to ignore. That’s guilt.
But my man had a plan — as any true sports fan would. While he was finally answering my question about where he would watch the game, he spit out the blueprint.
“OK, I’m going to TiVo the Bears-Lions game while I’m at church,” he said. “I’ll get home by 2 p.m. I won’t listen to the radio or talk to anyone so they won’t tell me the score, and I can just start watching the game from the beginning when I get home. At the same time, like during the commercials, I can check in on the Saints-Jets game and the Cowboys-Broncos game.”
“Bro, you forgot about the WNBA game,” I said, reminding him that it would be virtually impossible to watch four games at one time.
“OK, then I’ll just DVR the Mercury-Fever game and watch it after I watch all three of the football games,” he rationalized.
Then I threw him two more roadblocks.
“Jon, two things,” I said. “One, you are not going to be able to watch the other football games live, because at some point the ticker at the bottom of the screen will tell you the result of the Bears-Lions game. … And did you forget that the Steelers and the Chargers are the Sunday night game?”
He was stuck. Stuck between a rock and a sports Sunday. No man is supposed to choose athletic worship over religious fellowship. Yet every Sunday during the football season, MLB postseason and WNBA Finals, we have to do just that: choose.
Most of us find ways to work it out. Work it out with our families; work it out with God.
But this time, there was a third party. A third party that put a level of guilt into the situation that no man could shake. “… It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face during service on Sundays. It would be really nice to see you return to worship with us.”
Jon wrestled with the decision for days. I never sweated him to find out what he was going to do. I really didn’t think he had a choice.
I called him Sunday night, at halftime of the Steelers/Chargers game. “How about them Bears!” he screamed into the phone. “Them Saints, and I think the Broncos are for real! I forgot they had Brian Dawkins. And did you see Jason Kubel? Two three-run blasts. Six RBIs!”
It seemed as if he didn’t miss anything. I was wondering how he’d gotten it all in and not missed church. Impossible.
“Yeah, but Fams, you missed [a great] WNBA game,” I said, assuming he had to miss something.
“No, I didn’t,” he shot back. “And even though [Diana] Taurasi was cold from outside all game, they still should have gotten the ball to her to take the final shot. She woulda nailed it.”
I sat on the other end of the phone, confused and quiet, trying to figure it all out. He couldn’t have … naw, not that. I know he didn’t not go to church. Did he?
“I know what you are thinking,” he said in the midst of my silence. “And yes, I did go to church. The pastor was checking for me.”
As it turned out, he simply watched the Bears-Lions game and followed both baseball games on his BlackBerry during Sunday’s service. He said to me: “Hey, God understands. He’s a Bears fan, too.”
October 5, 2009 at 5:52 pm (Art)
Tags: Art, Christianity, Church, Culture, Entertainment, God, Life, Liu Bolin, Opinions, Photography, Pop Culture, Religion, Theology, Worship
Behold the invisibility of artist Liu Bolin.





Liu Bolin, an artist in Beijing, captured the previous images, after an investment of ten hours per photograph.
His ability to successfully adapt to his environment has gained him international fame. Concerning his work, he wrote the following statement, found here:
Now, in the real material world, the world views of different people’s are also different. Each person chooses his/her own way in the process of contacting outside world. I choose to merge myself into the environment. Saying that I am disappeared in the environment, it would be better to say that the environment has licked me up and I can not choose active and passive relationship.
In the environment of emphasizing cultural heritage, concealment is actually no place to hide.
It is hard to not be reminded of similar words, found in the New Testament:
Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.
A very powerful, visual reminder — concealment is nothing more than a blending with an oppressive environment.
Transforming power can only be found in an escape.
September 15, 2009 at 2:56 pm (Art, Technology, Worship)
Tags: Carl Gustav Boberg, Culture, God, How Great Thou Art, Hymns, Jim Reed, Life, Lightning, Nature, Photography, Power, Storm Chasers, Storms, Super Cells, Thunderstorms, Tornadoes, Worship
The following images were photographed by Jim Reed. They are also published in his book Storm Chaser: A Photographer’s Journey.
They capture an awesome power, throughout the universe displayed.

Thunderstorm in Oklahoma, 2002

Isolated Thunderstorm in Kansas, 2004

A Super Storm in Kansas

A Supercell near Medicine Lodge, Kansas

A Tornado, 500 Feet In Front of a Kansas State Trooper Patrol Car
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If your thirst for such images has not been satisfied, you can find more here.
September 7, 2009 at 2:57 pm (Art, Culture)
Tags: American History, Culture, Entertainment, Everybody's Magazine, Family, Family Portrait, Happiness, Life, Magazine, Marriage, Mona Lisa, N.C. Wyeth, Opinions, Painting, Pop Culture, Portrait, The Mildest Mannered Man, Vincent Van Gogh, X-Ray
We try to hide so much. Maybe it is true, then, that time does not really heal all wounds. It just uncovers them.
I think this discovery may prove just that.
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X-Rays Expose N.C. Wyeth Painting Hidden Beneath Another
by Jenna Bryner
A new X-ray imaging technique has revealed colorful details of a painting hidden beneath another painting by famed American artist N.C. Wyeth, whose iconic work appeared in popular magazines like the Saturday Evening Post.
The so-called lost illustration depicts a dramatic fist fight, which was published in a 1919 article in Everybody’s Magazine, titled “The Mildest Mannered Man.” Previously, scientists had used X-rays to show the artist, Newell Convers Wyeth (1882-1945), had covered the fight scene with another painting called “Family Portrait.”
But that work only revealed the illustration in black-and-white. The scientists weren’t even sure the hidden artwork was in color.
“One of the surprises was that the painting was in color at all,” Jennifer Mass, senior scientist at the Winterthur Museum in Delaware, told LiveScience. “When N.C. Wyeth was making a painting for an illustration, if he knew it was going to be reproduced in black-and-white, sometimes he just did the paintings in shades of gray.”
Mass, who is also an adjunct professor at the University of Delaware, will present the findings today at the National Meeting of the American Chemical Society in Washington, D.C.
Mass and her colleagues shot intense X-ray beams at the painting using a so-called confocal X-ray fluorescence microscope. The instrument then collected the X-rays that were emitted by different chemical elements in the painting’s pigments. Each element gives off a certain intensity of X-rays. And since certain elements were used to make pigments, the researchers could translate the X-ray measurements into color. For instance, cobalt would indicate a blue pigment, while chromium would signal a yellow or green color, Mass said.
The result was a full-color representation of the hidden painting.
The non-destructive method could uncover other famous artwork veiled beneath second paintings by Wyeth and others, the researchers say.
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Here are the Wyeth portraits.

"Family Portrait" by N.C. Wyeth, the original painting

This untitled, full color portait, was discovered underneath "Family Portrait"
I wonder if you see the irony – a picture of a peaceful family, involved in the intricacies of life, is nothing more than a nice cover, a facade, for a much darker, portrait of a fight beneath. A peaceful, public image, covering a private, brewing anger.
This is certainly an intriguing story of art. But it may be a more truthful portrait of real life.
August 4, 2009 at 9:18 pm (Happiness)
Tags: Destiny, Facebook, God, Happiness, Internet, Iraq War, Letters, Life, Love, Marriage, Penpals, Persian Gulf War, Pop Culture, Providence, Purpose, True Love, Veterans, War
True love.
Here it is for you, as clear as letters on a page.
Gulf War Penpals Get Married … 19 Years Later
by Stephanie Gaskell
It started with a letter – and ended in a wedding.
Nearly two decades ago, 13-year-old Jaime Benefit wrote a letter addressed to “Any Soldier” during the Persian Gulf War, expressing her support for the troops as they prepared to invade Iraq.
The letter made its way to Pfc. Jeremy Clayton, a 19-year-old soldier from Charleston, S.C., who was serving with the 3rd Armored Cavalry Regiment.
The two became pen pals, writing back and forth about sports, high school and their families.
“Just stuff to keep their minds off of what was going on and keep their spirits up,” said Benefit, 32.
After the war ended, the two stopped writing, but Benefit always wondered what happened to Clayton.
“I’d always kept his letters,” she said. “I had them wrapped in a red-white-and-blue ribbon.”
Earlier this year, she searched his name on Facebook and sent him a short note: “Were you in Desert Storm?”
Clayton, 38, now out of the Army, saw the message and had one reaction: “Shock and awe.”
“I just knew I had to find out what she was doing,” he recalled.
The two agreed to meet in March, and their fate was sealed.
“It took my breath,” Clayton said of seeing his one-time pen pal in the flesh. “I was actually shaking and I’m a pretty strong man. I just said to myself, ‘You have to do whatever you can to make sure you spend the rest of your life with this woman.’”
Clayton proposed not long after, and the two got married July 15 in a simple ceremony on the beach in Charleston.
“It was fate that I got her letter,” he said. “And her finding me 19 years later was fate.”
The Internet may have brought the newlyweds together, but they still rely on good old pen and paper to keep their bond strong.
“She writes me notes every morning and puts them in my lunch,” he said.