tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38966620409161478072024-02-06T21:09:00.096-05:00ΛMYSΛVINwww.amysavin.comUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896662040916147807.post-46333051287720308592016-08-11T13:04:00.002-04:002016-08-11T13:04:43.119-04:00Human Trafficking & Slavery Awareness Event<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;">The other day I was sitting down at my electric piano attempting to write worship music. I had started to play maybe only a few notes when all of a sudden I had this epic idea: I was going to take a photo of how 'beautiful' I've made my creative space. I mean, check it out... all the different coloured lights (sorry, colOr if you spell it the American way ;) Look at my cute little dandelions that I picked up from Ikea... and a painting I painted a few months ago... and my bright pink journal. Hashtag <b><span style="color: #0b5394;">#HappyPlace. </span></b></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;">And you know what? My mind shifted from a place of creative focus to a less productive and more narcissistic way of thinking. What could have been a personal, intimate song-writing session with the Lord turned into a scheme of how I could get others to look into my life and one by one give me their stamp of approval. I mean, I didn't actually THINK all these things intentionally, I wasn't consciously looking for validation from anyone but if we are honest, a lot of the times, that's exactly what's going on. The reason I stopped in my tracks and decided not to post the photo was this thought: <b>"Amy, why does anyone need to see a photo of your creative space? How will it enrich their lives? Is this about adding beauty to the world? Or is this a meaningless, 'I'm bored or need some attention from others' kind of post." </b>I mean, there could be a million unsaid reasons why we post. The point of this blog post however is not to bash social media, but rather to </span><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #a64d79; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;"><b>start asking myself the more important questions that have to do with <i>heart posture</i>.</b></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;"> Do I live my life in such a way where everything I do needs to be seen through the lens of Instagram? Am I living in a way where I'm addicted to capturing all the perfect moments (or at least on the surface they appear perfect) and broadcasting them to the world as if to say, <b>"Hey world!! I'm alive!! I am awesome! My life is awesome!!" </b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;">How many times have we been in mid-conversation and someone says to us, "Hahaha!! That was so funny! You should make that your status" Or, "I'm gonna tweet that". I've done this too. Now please understand me, there is<b> NOTHING WRONG</b> with tweeting or status updates. I get that we are all looking for human connection. However, we can abuse the system and actually be falling into the trap of self-absorption when we filter <u>every moment</u>, <u>every conversation</u> through a <u><b>"is this tweet worthy?" </b></u>filter. The subconscious way we live, always keeping an eye open for our next instagram-worthy photo or that clever facebook status, says many things, but one thing strongly in particular: <b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">we are always thinking about ourselves. </b></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;">Now maybe you're reading this and you're thinking, "I don't care what people think of me. I don't compare myself to others or seek their approval". Well then try this experiment: post a photo, or a status and then don't check it for at least a day. We say we don't care but we're constantly checking to see who gave us the thumbs up. It's a disease we have. The average person checks their phone about <b>50</b> times a day. For some, I'm sure the number is twice that.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;"><span style="color: #333333;">How Interesting, that within the definition itself it says, </span><b style="color: #333333;"><i>"typically shared via social media". </i></b><span style="color: #333333;">So not only do we take a photo of ourselves, but we need to share it with the 878 friends we have on Facebook. The question is why? What does showing our face to the world whether all dulled up or </span><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">#natural </span></b><span style="color: #333333;">say about us? Whether or not we agree, or even realize, the truth is we </span><i style="color: #333333;">are</i><span style="color: #333333;"> communicating. Unfortunately we're probably not communicating the things we really hope to. Perhaps we've been lead to believe that posting a photo of ourselves every day says, "I'm confident in who I am". But actually, and I love this quote, </span><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #741b47; font-size: medium;">"Confidence is silent, insecurity is loud... And true beauty isn't a try-hard, it just is". </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;">Insecurity is always screaming out for attention. Insecurity is always needing to prove itself. Let me take a moment and speak to the ladies: how hard is it for us girls when we go out somewhere, whether on a date, or go out with friends (and we look <i>good!!!)</i> ... how hard is it to resist taking a photo of ourselves? We think, "Dang... I look good. It would almost be a crime NOT to take a photo!". Haha!! And I'm laughing because I'm a woman! I know how it goes!! It is so hard for us to just <i>be</i>. It is so hard for us to embrace the moment, let it come, and let it go. We constantly need the proof. We're not beautiful until we have the proof.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;"></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;"><b>Okay, so please know, selfies are not the devil.</b> In fact, when you have friends and family living on the other side of the country or globe, seeing their faces can be a treat. What is more, <b>you can still be completely self-absorbed and not take any selfies</b>. You can be that person who posts scripture verses all the time for the purpose of trying to get people to believe you are the most spiritual person around. You can post pictures of your food 24/7, or your workout sessions so people know how well you cook or how fit you are. Even those stay-at-home moms who post a dozen photos of their adorable children and every happy moment with their husbands and family to show how picture perfect their life is. R</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;">eally, we can turn ANY POST into a selfish endeavor. <b>It all comes back to our heart posture <span style="background-color: #ead1dc;">and the WHY.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;">I may get into trouble for writing this blog and perhaps it will rub some people the wrong way, but let me stress, this post is <i>not</i> to cast judgement. Remember, I'm talking to myself. I'm navigating through the world of social media alongside all of you. God stopped me in my tracks a few days ago and I've been impacted ever since. I need to stop allowing social media to be a source of validation. If I never post another photo ever again, will I still believe I am having fun? What if we just stopped thinking about ourselves all together, would we have more space in our brain to see the people around us as people we could serve and heal, instead of people we are in competition with? Depression and anxiety are running rampant in this day and age. I believe a lot of it has to do with the sin of comparison. Constantly evaluating our lives, our worth, by comparing ourselves to those we see every single day through the screens of our smart phones. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;"></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;">Life is beautiful. I understand we want to capture some of these beautiful moments. In fact, I love Instagram for that reason. It's a collection of memories that are special to me. But everything must be done in moderation and with intentionality. Just because it was a good time doesn't mean I need to share it publicly. Lets discern with the Holy Spirit how to function with this new modern technology. Lets let our lives and our Instagram feeds scream, "Jesus first, others second, me last..." And how about this, how about instead of posting every time we have the urge, why not posting <i>every other</i> time we have the urge? Why don't we be really picky about what we post so that we're not just throwing up all over social media absolutely everything we think/feel/do. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica neue" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;"></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6px;">God's heart for you, for me, is not that we remain insecure. Girl, you ARE beautiful already. When Satan told Eve <b>"You will be able to be like God if you eat of the tree" </b>it was the greatest deception in the history of our world, and she fell for it. Because guess what? <span style="background-color: #ead1dc;">She was <b>ALREADY</b> like God</span>. She was made in His image! What a sad, sad story. Eve failed to see who she ALREADY WAS. The enemy gives us empty promises, tries to get us to sell ourselves only to obtain something we already have and already are. We <i>are</i> beautiful. We <i>are </i>loved. Our lives <i>are</i> beautiful. This same principle can of course be applied to men. You <i>are ALREADY </i>enough. Lets stop all of our striving. </span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896662040916147807.post-46290594578700063842016-02-05T11:58:00.004-05:002016-02-05T13:25:39.126-05:00Gossip<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Gossip.<br />
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It's not a sin that gets a lot of attention in the church. Many people don't notice it- whether they're delivering gossip, or being told gossip. Unfortunately, many Christians justify gossip with thoughts like, "I just want to know how to properly pray for so-and-so... can you tell me everything he said to her?" Or, on the receiving end, "I probably already know what you're going to tell me so you might as well go ahead and say it..."<br />
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I don't know what sort of mental gymnastics we go through to justify gossip, I'm sure it's different for each of us, but lets be honest: many times we say things to our friends or neighbors that we would never say to the person we're talking about. Social media certainly opens the doors for gossip and judgment as we brows through photos on instagram and facebook, judging people's weight, clothing, decisions, friends etc. We somehow get life out of the fact that we are more 'holy' or more 'mature' or 'humble' than the person who constantly talks or posts about themselves. Sure, we all see people online that do things we would never do, or perhaps just shouldn't do (since none of us are perfect), but do we really need to verbalize to other people our thoughts? What if Jesus was in the room with you and your friends, would you still say things about Rachel's terrible makeup and laugh amongst yourselves? Would you still judge Jennifer for the 101 daily selfies, or would you talk about something a little more meaningful?<br />
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What about strangers in the street? If you were taking a stroll in the park with Jesus, would you crack jokes about the "ugly", awkward body-shaped people you saw? Or the mother who can't seem to control her child having a temper tantrum? Would you verbalize your disgust for the overweight alcoholic sitting on the park bench and go on about how lazy or pathetic they are? Or what about that woman who you know has had plastic surgery on her face and boobs, prancing around in a skin-tight dress and high heels too high for any human being- would you whisper to Jesus about how outrageous she is? Now all y'all are sitting here thinking, "of course not", and yet we all have inner dialogues with ourselves when we're out in public, and some of us unfortunately verbalize it, and way too often at that.<br />
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I want to challenge us (yes, absolutely including myself here), to remember that Jesus is always present. He hears every word we say. If you could physically see Jesus, I'm sure it would be an effective tool to help us all tame our tongues. God sees value and beauty in everyone and so should we. I'm not saying that we need to praise everyone's decisions or call decisions that are clearing damaging, "good", but we all need to remember- if someone is not a Christ follower, we cannot expect them to act like one. Why would we judge the people that don't know God? We are called to LOVE those people. Judgement or "accountability" in the Christian sense, is reserved for people you have intimate, close relationships with. If you see your brother or sister stumbling, you have the responsibility to care for them and bring to light sin or harmful decisions they are making so that they can be restored. And even then, before you do so, you need to examine your own heart. If you do not have a close, intimate relationship with a person, unless you know Holy Spirit has called you to do it, you have no right judging others or pointing out their faults. Without a real friendship, these people won't even hear you. They won't consider what you have to say.<br />
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"The tongue has the power of life and death" (Proverbs 18:21). Words have power. If you consider yourself a Christ follower, speaking life giving words should be a priority. There's no need for us to slander anyone. No matter who they are. Even if it's celebrity gossip. Celebrity gossip is some of the lowest talk. We don't know any of these people. Jesus wants a relationship with <i>every</i> person- even the ones in Hollywood. You are no more valuable to God than the actor or actress on the latest netflix phenomenon- even if they are on their 6th marriage and have a drug problem. That's none of our business.<br />
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Col. 4:6 says "Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt..."<br />
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Jesus died for each and every person on this planet we call earth. Every person has unsurpassable worth in God's eyes. It should be the same in our eyes.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896662040916147807.post-2733099318674788182016-01-01T15:14:00.000-05:002016-01-01T17:53:02.042-05:00Two Books to Read in 2016<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As perhaps some of you know, one of my goals towards the end of last year was to become a more dedicated blogger and that's still a goal of mine that's pushing into 2016. Not only do I want to start writing more consistently but I want to also spend more time Vlogging (talking into the camera, as un-exciting as that sounds!!) I feel like there are some cool journeys God has been taking me through and it would be great to hear from all of you and interact with you more on the <b><i>Interwebbies</i></b> as I like to call it, but you have to say it in the accent of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsXyRVQN70U" target="_blank">Flula</a> to get the full effect ;)<br />
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Anyways friends- let me cut to the chase here: I need to tell you about two incredible books. One is called <b>"7"</b> by Jen Hatmaker, the other is called <b>"the Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up"</b> by Marie Kondo. My husband gave both of these to me at Christmas (he knows me so well), since I've recently been on this quest to <i>simplify</i> my life in order to have more time for what really matters and to bring Jesus into every decision I make so that I can be a good steward of all God's given me. As someone who is an active abolitionist (fighting human trafficking and slave labour) I've realized more and more that my purchases and lifestyle do not just affect me, but they affect a whole chain of people. From the children who work long hours to pick cotton for my clothes, to the women who have to abandon their families all day to work long hours at sewing mills to assemble countless items of beautiful, (yet inexpensive) items to feed my greed.<br />
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I have another task for you this year. Find the time and courage at some point to watch the documentary, <a href="http://truecostmovie.com/" target="_blank">The True Cost</a>. I watched in on Netflix not too long ago and it is probably one of the most eye opening documentaries I've ever seen. I quote one young girl from the film, "What the people in America don't understand, is that they are wearing clothes that were made with our blood... Our tears and our blood..." The 2013 building collapse of a sewing factory in Bangladesh killing over 1 thousand people, leaving 2,500 injured is just one example of what happens when greed triumphs compassion and justice. Unfair working conditions, forced labour, slavery, these are things that in some shape and form I enable by making uninformed purchases.<br />
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What is worse, who of us can say that we regularly make clothing purchases we <i>NEED</i>? For what purpose are we enslaving others? As Jen Hatmaker exposes from her own wardrobe in "7", (but this could be said of any of us) before starting to"simplify" her clothing, she found over 327 different items, and a decent percentage of those clothes she hardly wore. Some even had the tags on still.<br />
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There are several ways to fight against slavery, one of course being to do your research and figure out if the items you are buying were made in the U.S. or if they are Fair Trade, but another great way to make a positive impact is just<b> stop buying</b> so much! Just because <b>Forever21</b> has buy two get one free, or tank tops for $2.99 doesn't mean you need to get it. Just remember, the cheaper it is for you to buy, the cheaper it was to make, because the reality is, slave labour cuts costs. Do you know who has made YOUR clothing?<br />
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For the sake of this blog I want to focus on this idea of buying LESS and refusing excess. When I moved this past November into a smaller apartment, God really broke my heart over this issue of excess. Why did I have boxes (plural) of shoes when my brothers and sisters in India or Ethiopia walk around bare foot? Why was I okay with the fact that I could hardly fit all of our possessions into our home when I've been to Brazil and other poor countries where the entire family eats off of one plate? Well obviously I am no longer okay with this. It's not enough for me to give $40.00 to Compassion International each month to sponsor a child. It's not enough for me to 'pray for the poor' when I stuff my face with 6 million different varieties of food. If you'd like to be challenged this year- if you really want to dive into Jesus words about 'loving your neighbor as yourself' or learning to live the simple way Jesus did, I highly encourage you to read this book.<br />
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This past October / November when I was on tour in Alberta, my good friend <a href="http://www.danamariemusic.com/" target="_blank">Dana Marie</a> started talking about the book, <b>"The Life-changing Magic of Tidying Up</b>". She exclaimed right away how this book has changed her life. She's been posting regularly about the life-giving, "keeping it simple" lifestyle changes. So how does this book fit into the topic of this blog you ask? It fits because it encourages a life style that is minimalistic, and a minimalist life is not only good for our spirit and our mind (too much mess, clutter and excess can be very stressful), but it's also good for the environment and the 29 million people that are enslaved in the 21st century.<br />
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What is more, I cannot deny, Jesus was a minimalist:<br />
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And lets not forget the over 300 verses on the poor. God obviously thinks very highly of the poor, and we cannot turn a blind eye towards them. How does my life style affect the weak or poor? How does my lifestyle enable or disable the Holy Spirit to work powerfully in my life and to advance His Kingdom on this earth? As someone who battles anxiety, I cannot tell you how liberated I've felt these past few months as I've cleaned house and simplified what I wear, what I own and what I eat. Clutter is my worst nightmare. Mess creates stress. Too many options in the fridge wastes time.<br />
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This year I choose to simplify. <b>Simplify everything</b>. It is only after I learn to simplify will I actually have more time to do what is important and to do it <i>well</i>. I believe minimalism will become the new fad. I believe it is the way forward, because it is the Jesus way. </div>
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<span class="s1">We were intrigued because we could not believe our eyes and ears. I've known and experienced Christian, low-budget movies before. I was already prepared for the cheese, and to be honest, I can handle cheese, even get moved by it, but it wasn't the cheese that offended me. It was the very nature of the film. The whole movie was dripping with propaganda and insensitivity. As soon as I finished watching the movie, I went online to read reviews to see if I was alone in my impressions of the film. Review after review from Christians, pastors, agnostics alike, all wrote reviews that echoed my heart cry. They were deeply offended. </span></div>
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The main synopsis of the film is this:<br />
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An atheist professor makes his class declare that "God Is Dead" (which is extremely unbelievable, setting the tone for the rest of the film), and the lone Christian student in his class spends the entire film convincing him that God exists. Along the way, our lead character faces obstacles but determined to win over his class and his professor, he pushes on. Throughout the movie we are introduced to several side characters, each with their own seemingly unrelated story, who in the end all become loosely tied together in that they attend a Christian rock concert in the movie's final scenes.</div>
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The atheist Philosophy Professor Radisson taunts our freshman lead character, Josh, for his beliefs and challenges him to prove that God exists in a series of in-class presentations. Josh accepts the challenge, and woven in-between several other stories, are Josh's presentations complete with studio-quality power-point presentation productions. Perhaps Radisson had been baiting his class to see if anyone would rise to the challenge the way Josh does. Maybe Josh, by standing up to Radisson, would turn out to be just the kind of student Radisson was really looking for. Radisson clearly never could have lacked a Christian student in his class before this day, perhaps this was part of his curriculum. I started to look forward to some lively, intellectual debate. Josh's first presentation was about the Big Bang theory and how since scientists don't know how the universe came from nothing, it proves that God exists. I suppose it’s a sign of progress that a movie so popular with evangelicals is okay with the idea that the universe is billions of years old. Josh finishes his presentation, Radisson offers a ridiculous rebuttal and class is dismissed. This is where the movie comes completely off it's hinges. After Josh’s first in-class presentation, Radisson catches him in the hall, grabs him aggressively from behind, and makes various angry threats if Josh dares to go on “humiliating” him in front of the class. </div>
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<i><b>"I simply could not believe that a philosophy professor would expose his insecurities so nakedly to one of his students like that. I couldn't help but laugh despite the obvious attempt at creating a menacing tone. It was a shocking scene but for all the wrong reasons. Radisson's behavior sets a pattern that we start to see a myriad of random characters start to follow."</b></i></blockquote>
Josh has two more presentations to make and when he does, Radisson never offers any of the obvious rebuttals to some of Josh’s typical first-year arguments. This is frustrating because the movie misses out on debating Christianity against points that an actual atheist would make. Instead we are presented with several straw man fallacies that attempt to present the Christian's perspective as obvious and the supposed atheist's perspective as foolish. </div>
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In the third and final in-class presentation, Josh suddenly exhibits a confidence that he never had before, and he decides to get Radisson riled up in a way that will force him to blow his temper in front of the class. It is in this scene that it is revealed that Radisson is in-fact <b>not an atheist at all, but rather a former Christian who lost his faith due to his mother dying. </b></div>
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<i><b>"An atheist does not carry the debate if the Christian God is alive or dead; ... To suppose that the atheist believes that there was a god, alive, dead or just really drunk is just insulting. </b></i><b><i>If you're going to try to offend atheists, please be semi-accurate in representing the MAIN character as one rather than falsely labeling your own 'brother' as one. I love a good propaganda movie like any other good 'Murican but come on."</i></b></blockquote>
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And note, here, that Josh wins the argument not through logic, but by swaying the class and its perception of their teacher, emotionally. Radisson is wrong not because he has worse arguments, but because he has messed-up motivations for his beliefs.</div>
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So here we have a film that pretends to be about philosophy, but really has no idea what philosophy is all about — and it’s being pitched to Christian audiences as some sort of grand statement about the validity of their belief. What it really is of course, is a lot of tribal chest-thumping. And it’s remarkable, in that light, to see how “the tribe” is defined within this film. This 'us vs. them' mentality is thrust upon us throughout the entire movie. It is through this agenda that we see how offensive this movie actually is. </div>
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All of the "thems", (the people who are non-Christians), all have something in common. And what is that? Lets take a look at some our atheist characters.</div>
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<b><u>Professor Raddison: </u></b>a tyrant in the classroom and in his personal life; he mocks and threatens his students and publicly humiliates his girlfriend. </div>
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<b><u>The Journalist: </u></b>a career-driven and rude woman; ambushes her Christian interview subjects (Duck Dynasty’s Willie Robertson and his wife Korie in one encounter, and the band Newsboys, in another) to ask them offensive questions. For example, she asks, “Why aren’t you barefoot and pregnant?” in the first interview.<br />
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<b><u>The Businessman: </u></b> portrayed as the most self-centered and callous person imaginable. He does not visit his mother because she is suffering from dementia, and he breaks up with his girlfriend when she reveals she is suffering from a fatal cancer.</div>
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<b><u>The Abusive muslim father</u></b> (Need I say more), but I will later.</div>
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What has the audience gathered about all "non-Christians" at this point? All atheists are mean, self-centered, angry or abusive. Creation.com, says this: </div>
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<b><i>"The Character portrayals of atheists and other religions will generally be found to be unbelievable by viewers, whether Christian or not. And worse still, for a professing Christian movie to portray them so unreasonably is very uncharitable. Weaker brethren may even find these portrayals believable and if so, it will do nothing to engender Christian love to those who are outside of Christ. We (Christians) do not like to be caricatured in this way, and certainly believers should apply the admonition to “do unto others”.</i></b></blockquote>
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<i>God's Not Dead </i>acts like a huge warning for Christians; a "look out!", or "beware!" of these types of people that will get in your way or come against you.</div>
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In one completely out-of-place scene, we see reality TV star Willie Robertson from <i>Duck Dynasty</i> walk into church with his wife. They are both ambushed by a the atheist journalist who wants to interview the TV star and ridicule him for his beliefs and support of guns. Willie Robertson defend's himself against this liberal by sporting his American flag bandana and quoting scripture.</div>
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When Josh's girlfriend dumps him after 6 years (they were dating since they were 12), the movie is suggesting, <b><i>"Beware of that non-supportive Christian". </i></b><br />
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Through the character of Raddison who verbally abuses his students and his Christian live-in girlfriend, we see <b><i>"Beware of the world of academia, with its self-important evolutionary scientists and atheistic philosophies."</i></b><br />
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The portrayal of the one and <i>only</i> muslim family was by far the most offensive aspect of this film, at least to me anyways.<br />
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Ayisha, an attractive girl who while waiting to be picked up from school, puts on not just a head-covering, but a face-covering right before her ride home arrives to satisfy her father. Here we have the conservative Muslim father who is oppressing his daughter who just wants to be a Christian and wear "normal" clothes. It isn't long before her Muslim father finds out that she has been listening to Franklin Graham's sermons and begins to beat her, all while a Christian radio pop song plays in the background as the soundtrack. Perhaps it is ironically fitting that we are treated to an anti-Muslim, abuse scene revolving around the discovery of a sermon by Franklin Graham since he is sadly known for creating fear-mongering against Muslims. Further credibility this movie had as a movie, or a theological thought piece is lost.</div>
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Eventually, all the movie’s various threads - and there are a lot of them, several of which the film doesn’t even try to tie together until maybe an hour into the story - come together at the aforementioned Newsboys concert. And this, it seems, is how the film understands evangelical community: a bunch of people going by themselves to a rock concert, basking collectively in the glow of pop-culture celebrities. If Willie Robertson from the hit reality TV show Duck Dynasty didn't seem like product placement, the Christian radio pop band the "Newsboys" playing themselves will. While we enjoy them performing a couple of their songs, we see Radisson at home reading a letter from his late mother where she spells out her hopes and dreams for him. After he reads this letter he phones his ex-girlfriend (who is currently enjoying the concert). When she doesn't pick up, he notices a newspaper on his desk with the headline detailing that the Newsboys are playing in town. Upon this revelation, he rushes out and starts walking downtown to find her.<br />
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After Radisson closes his eyes, the movie cuts back to the Newsboys concert where one of the Duck Dynasty guys appears on a screen at the concert and tells everyone in the audience to take out their cell phones and spam everyone they know with text messages declaring “God’s not dead.” This, he says, is how “we’re going to tell Jesus we love him.” (And then the film’s closing credits tell people in the theater to go and do likewise.) We are treated to a scene where all the angry atheists (who are still alive) pull out their cell phone and read the text and then go on with their lives. They are impacted about as much as anyone would be after watching this movie.<br />
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Instead we are left with Josh winning over his entire class. Each student, one by one, comically stands up and proclaims "God's not dead" in a robotic fashion. Was there a Muslim in the class? Maybe Josh was making a case for Allah. Maybe that is why some of them stood up. Who knows, because otherwise their conversion via three twenty minute presentations certainly couldn't have accomplished that.<br />
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I'm not trying to bash the writers or producers of this film or sound cynical. I think us Christ-followers <i>can</i> have meaningful discussions, raise valid questions and <i>should</i> think critically. That's my goal with this post, not to bash, but to ask thought provoking questions. We need to provoke each other to good works (Heb. 10), and I am concerned that some Christians are unable to see how divisive films like this can be, even if the intentions were good, or to be a "witness". If Christians are going to continue to make movies about their faith, they need to reflect the love of Jesus Christ. A non-Christian should be able to watch it and feel attracted to something holy and unexplainable. If Christians make movies that are self-serving, negative, xenophobic, and demeaning to non-Christians then they are doing much more harm than good.</div>
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I think this last critic (who stated online that he was a pastor), says something quite challenging and profound so I'll leave you with his words:</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896662040916147807.post-28040637408066749052015-08-17T18:30:00.003-04:002015-08-17T18:30:53.048-04:00Outdoor Concert & Worship Event <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896662040916147807.post-58670763685879850002015-07-09T11:21:00.000-04:002015-12-01T14:09:18.166-05:00Grace For the Church<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As I sit here in my studio office this cozy, rainy Thursday morning (although... as cozy as the rain is, I would not mind some sunshine!!! Been raining like every day here in Michigan!!!), I feel compelled to write an honest reflection about the church.<br />
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There are other things I should be doing, but perhaps this is where God wants me this morning. Those of you who know me well, know I've been going to church my whole life... typical pastor's kid life: Dad was/is a well respected pastor, mother was the submissive tender hearted, supportive pastor's wife, and all of us kids lived life somewhat under a microscope. You know, the glass house scenario: there was always this pressure to be the 'perfect role model'. Needless to say, I have some really great memories of Church, and some not so good.<br />
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I've always been a TRUTH seeker. I've always questioned everything, especially if it did not make sense to me. As a pastors kid, I spent countless hours at my dad's feet learning about the Bible and the meaning behind certain scriptures. I also questioned certain practices the church had. Some I could fully understand, others I could not. I come from a rare breed of Christians called the "Anabaptists". They are a simple and peaceable people- they do not believe in violence of any kind, including going to war. They take very seriously to heart Jesus' words about loving your enemy. To this day, I still really appreciate and stand in agreement with this view point. But there were other things in the church I grew up in that I could never commit to- view points, practices, traditions that for me, don't line up with where I feel God wants me.<br />
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Now I'll say this:<b> there is NO perfect church.</b> If you've found one, you probably don't belong there because you and I are not perfect. No church has perfect theology, perfectly blameless and Godly staff, perfect services/sermons that meet our every needs- It just doesn't exist. Having said that, as I've grown older, and experienced <b>other churches</b>, I feel like I can see a theme in my life: <b>Satan has always tried to attack this idea of "church" in my life.</b> He's always been trying to keep me out of this place- I know this because of wounds I've carried (deep wounds) from "Christians"...from people in the church. In fact, people who have hurt me the most, the deepest, have all been Christians. I know it's completely unfair and illogical to expect that Christians will never hurt you, since after all, we're all just a bunch of sinners saved by Grace, but one would think- if God has done a miracle in someone's heart, that person would be a person of Grace and compassion like our Maker. The truth is- <b>EVERYONE is at a different stage in their relationship with God.</b> <b>Every Christ-follower is on a journey.</b> Some are just baby Christians, others have journeyed with God many many years and have great wisdom and divine understanding. Mind you, there are those people who have been walking with God for years but have never done any major heart work and so they are in fact still BABY Christians. And there are those who get baptized, and within a few months they're casting out demons and prophesying! ;-) Your spirituality can only grow as quickly or as often as you feed it!! Time is often irrelevant in the Christian journey. Anyways, I sort of digress, my point is, claiming the title "Christian" or labeling someone else "Christian" doesn't necessarily mean much. America claims to be a "Christian Nation"... and well, I need not say much more. Christians are still very capable of hurting people. The Church is very capable of hurting you and me. In fact, if you have not been hurt by the church, you probably haven't been going long enough.<br />
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I am in NO WAY giving excuses to Christians or the Church to be hurtful. God forbid. It is my prayer that the church ALWAYS be a safe place for others. It is my prayer that us Christ followers really live up to our calling; that we bombard this world with God's radical, unconditional love- and yet, I want to also remind myself and other fellow Christians, <b>we must also have GRACE for ourselves, our brothers and sisters in the Lord who are still on a journey. </b>We are being perfected daily. I suppose what I mean to say through this blog is I've always had a huge heart of compassion for people who do not know the Lord. My grace, as far as I can imagine, is endless for them. And yet, when it comes to fellow brothers and sisters, when it comes to the Church, it's like my brain shuts off. I know they/we who follow Christ are called to a higher standard--- <b>but WHY OH WHY do we struggle (and I know I'm not alone) with forgiving or not judging Christ followers more than any other 'kind' of person?</b> Isn't that crazy?<br />
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I've felt so convicted this past while to be woman of God who creates UNITY within the body. As a musician, an artist who has sung in many different Churches, I am reminded all the time of how God wants all of us to be ONE!! I'm pretty sure God doesn't like all the little Church clubs we make. Google tells me there are about 33,000 Christian denominations. That is crazy. Absolutely crazy, haha!!! However, while the term "denomination" can seem synonymous for "devision", it doesn't have to be. I think it's beautiful to see Churches celebrating God in different ways. The problem comes when we look at or treat other Christians or churches like they're NOT a part of us.<br />
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<b>God is convicting me to love His people. To LOVE his Church. </b>My journey is not quite over either ;-) Despite my history of wounds from Churches, guess what I do each Sunday? Lead worship at Church, <b><i>WITH</i></b> the Church. If you knew me well, you'd say, "I can't believe you still go to Church". But I do. Because I LOVE the body of Christ. No, they/we are not perfect, but I am so thankful for a people that DESIRES to know God. Even if we don't get it right, the DESIRE is there. God's grace extends not only to the "sinner" ...but to the believers too. Brothers and sisters, what are we saying about others? What words do we speak about Church? Did you know it hurts our heavenly Father when we speak negatively about his people and His body? What is this world going to think about us when even God's people don't get a long? It's so easy to focus on the negative. Lets not forget all the works God has done in OUR heart. If you've been hurt before, <b>remember the time(s) that YOU have hurt others.</b> Lets be a people of Grace. Let's esteem others HIGHER than ourselves. <b>John 13:35, "By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another..."</b><br />
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When I read this prayer below, it makes me weep. It makes me weep because I think of the ways that I've failed to bring unity. I want to be a part of Jesus' kingdom. I want the UNITY that our Saviour has always wanted.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896662040916147807.post-68530921460929177602015-07-01T13:27:00.000-04:002015-07-01T20:19:52.214-04:00The Life of an Indie Artist<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As some of you know, for the past couple years I sort of 'dropped off' the public music scene for a little while. Not entirely, but I pulled back. I got married, moved out of Canada, started worship leading, advocating for <a href="http://www.a21.org/index.php" target="_blank">A21</a>, but more importantly, I needed time to figure out what my next musical step was. What direction musically was I going to head in? I wrote dozens and dozens of songs, spent countless hours scratching my head trying to figure out what I should say in album number two. The answers came slow and painfully, but (and I can't believe I'm saying this) the hard part is finally over. <a href="http://igg.me/at/amysavin" target="_blank">"Unveiled" </a>the new album, has been birthed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's a great time to be doing music and also a bad time to be doing music. <span style="color: #c27ba0;">The good news is ANYONE can be a musician. The bad news, is ANYONE can be a musician. </span>You say, "Amy, you said the same thing twice". Yes. Because anyone can be a musician, it means that you don't have to wait around for a label until you start creating and showing the public your music perhaps on YouTube or some other medium. The bad news, is the music market is SOOO saturated, people have WAY too many options these days that chances are, someone will gravitate to ONE of your songs but move on from you to the next artist because they simply want to see <i>what else</i> and <i>who else</i> is out there. We all suffer from an A.D.D. approach to music. Gripping listener's full attention is becoming harder and harder. That's why building "personal relationships" if that's even what we should call it, through social media is so important. Fans no longer will be satisfied with a song, they need the story behind the song, they need the journey, the inside scoop. Blogging, Vlogging, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram.. it's where people are. Listeners go there to see your story. I've still not mastered these things, in terms of what to post, what not to post. Did I post too much, too little, too random, unrelated, too much promotion... the war goes on inside the artist's head. And can I say this-- NO artist enjoys being their own promoter. In fact, that may be the worst part.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Secretly every artist has pockets of insecurity. Artists constantly throw their hearts out there, sometimes amongst doves, other times amongst wolves. People like it, people hate it. People wish you had done more of this, less of that. And if you're thinking that artists get complimented all the time so they must feel amazing about themselves, I think most artists will agree with me, every time you share something encouraging it goes A LONG way. We get the best and worst of both worlds. It's never easy sharing the deepest parts of your heart (your songs), with others. My songs are my children, what the world thinks of them matters to me, and yet it also doesn't change how I feel about them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So this blog goes out to all </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the independent artists/bands out there. I know there are a lot of you. I'm writing to you because I feel like there have been many times I've needed this encouragement. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want you to take some time to reflect on your life. Your achievements. Your goals. I implore you to continue walking this journey with courage. The world needs artists. It needs beauty, it needs art. Some people think art doesn't matter, hence some schools have cut out the arts from their curriculum. All I can say is this-- nothing tells someone <i>more</i> about culture than the arts. Your voice is important. At the end of the day, I know we all make music because it's what we know to do, and we love it. We don't make music for any other reason. People that do it for fame or money either get what they want or they quit the game early because it's too much work. I know each of us constantly question whether we can continue to make music, for we don't know what the future of the industry holds. People don't even really buy music anymore. And CD's, what are those?! Hah. My answer to you artists is this: <span style="color: #c27ba0;">the world will always need a new song, an anthem of hope. If not the musicians, who will give it to them?</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">The door unlocks, the curtains fall </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">Wide-eyed, I hear my monsters call</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">Think I’m a toy, but I’m a girl</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">I’m dressed like a dirty magazine</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">My back’s been marked with tattoo ink </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">They label all the girls this way </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">We’re shipped like cargo on a train</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">I die a little every day</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">Chorus:</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">I need you</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">I need you</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">To save me from here</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">To save me from here</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">Can you?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">Vs .3 </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">If I survive, I won’t forget</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">Their faces haunt my every step</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">Dehumanized in every way</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">Self-worth’s an angel that’s been slain</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">And still hope sings, if ever faint</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">Chorus:</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">I need you</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">I need you</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">To save me from here</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">Save me from here</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">Can you?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">Bridge:</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">I want to believe that there is good in this world, and that light will overcome the darkness</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: start;">Show me that love endures the greatest hurt; that it heals the ugliest of scars</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896662040916147807.post-65724792601037115092014-07-23T09:21:00.000-04:002014-07-23T09:21:04.137-04:00Amy Savin Opening for Sidewalk Prophets<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A few weeks ago I took a team out to Ohio to open for <i><a href="http://www.sidewalkprophets.com/" target="_blank">Sidewalk Prophets</a></i>. I'm sure a lot of you are familiar with their tunes. One of my favourites is "Live Like That". We had a wonderful night of laughter, fellowship, and FOOD! Have you ever had crispy sugar waffles?? Oh man. So good! Apparently it's an Ohio thing ;)<br />
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I have to say the people in Ohio are absolute sweethearts. Really. I've never played there before and we got such a warm welcome. On top of that, I got to hang out with a new band <a href="http://www.aboutamile.com/" target="_blank">About A Mile</a> that is currently on tour with Sidewalk Prophets. Really loved getting to know those guys and hear about their journey. They are a group of brothers who love people and love the Lord.<br />
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A special thank you to Shine FM who invited me to play. I have a special place in my heart for the team at Shine :) I really appreciate their heart in supporting new, up and coming artists.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896662040916147807.post-60917144707742981892014-03-13T09:03:00.000-04:002014-03-13T09:03:30.438-04:00Modern Day Slavery<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896662040916147807.post-2297539564495459842014-01-16T13:12:00.003-05:002014-01-16T13:24:54.454-05:00Onward<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hey friends !!<br />
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I am not dead. Incase you have been wondering :)<br />
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Having said that, it's definitely been a long while since I've blogged. Y'all ready for a little heart to heart??<br />
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So what has been going on in my life? Much of it is being spent inside my new little studio I've created for myself. I've been working hard on writing my second full-length. To be honest, it's been probably the most challenging project I've ever worked on. So often I feel stuck in such a dry spout. I don't know what is going on, but writing music for me these days is like pulling teeth out of a t-rex. I feel like I used to produce songs so much easier, but then again, I think my standard for "good songs" has gone up a whole lot. That, and I'm also writing in a genre (more soul/ rock) that I'm not extremely fluent in. I think most of the time I tend to write very emotional ballads, or folky tunes, but I'm trying to create a new kind of energy for this album. So far I have a few gems that I can't wait to record, but there is still much more writing to do. I hope to be sharing some samples with you shortly!<br />
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I've started learning to play the drums and I absolutely love it. I feel like if I can expand my musical capabilities, I will be able to be more creative. With every new skill, comes another OPEN DOOR. I'm definitely in a season of learning and walking through NEW doors. I'm also in a season of choosing to do the things that I fear the most. Sometimes when you're wounded, emotionally or spiritually, it can be tempting to never try new things, or explore new relationships. God has been showing me however the blessings of choosing faith over fear. Just last year I was petrified of my husband's jeep, because driving stick was so scary to me (especially in a crowded city). Now I feel like I never want to drive an automatic car ever again! Overcoming your fears is so empowering. So freeing.<br />
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So, as I look at this monster of an album to finish, despite all the sweat blood and tears that are going into it, I'm determined. As Thomas Edison once said, and I LOVE this quote, <span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;">"Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up." </span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896662040916147807.post-9175259202887217582013-10-28T15:15:00.000-04:002013-10-28T19:22:26.417-04:00Austin Stone Worship Conference | October 2013<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Well, since June, there really is a whole lot that I could fill you in on, but I've decided to dedicate this blog to my latest experience at the <a href="http://www.austinstoneworship.com/conference/" target="_blank">Austin Stone Worship Conference</a>, in Texas. </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">I spent the first morning exploring the city. Cities are always amusing to me because you have the rich and poor living closely side by side. You have homeless people begging on the street for coins, while 6 figure-making business men sit inside ritzy cafes or restaurants enduring long meetings. Needless to say, regardless of people's exteriors, you know deep down each person is dreaming of happiness. After much window shopping and gps navigating, I decided to take a stop inside probably one of the nicest coffee lounges I have ever been in: the </span><a href="http://www.departurelounge.com/" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank">Departure Lounge</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">. I started to journal and pray. I wanted God to prepare my heart for what was about to happen during the next couple days. </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3HVdGEgJ_pIdVxLJcREWG465RoVMZsfF5ztLaR7amboRmape24hmWUTcDFXf6m_s697iL6onEJVaiIQt8GKx68r39TvZF_CoCKdMaesK34SVJN5sVlpFfmkVGHjsx7VDVhtBwpXvZwu4/s1600/worship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3HVdGEgJ_pIdVxLJcREWG465RoVMZsfF5ztLaR7amboRmape24hmWUTcDFXf6m_s697iL6onEJVaiIQt8GKx68r39TvZF_CoCKdMaesK34SVJN5sVlpFfmkVGHjsx7VDVhtBwpXvZwu4/s200/worship.jpg" width="200" /></span></a><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That evening I walked all by my lonesome to the Austin Music Hall which was where the conference was being held. The first night of worship absolutely blew me away. When you have a room full of artists and worship leaders singing from the depths of their soul, there's nothing like it. I was so moved. I was actually battling a bad cold (still am) so I hardly sang, but I just soaked it all in. I stood there closing my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in the beauty. </span></span><br />
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Following the service we were all dismissed and invited to get a free gift on the top floor of the building, as well as enjoy a live concert series at 'the Parish' on 6th Street. I quickly introduced myself to a couple girls around my age as I didn't want to wander around town by myself at night. The girls were God sent. We immediately clicked and had so much in common and so much to talk about. We enjoyed a lovely organic concert by <a href="http://pennyandsparrow.com/" target="_blank">Penny & Sparrow</a>, as well as <a href="http://mirandadodson.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank">Miranda Dodson</a>. We had to leave before <a href="http://listentomatt.com/" target="_blank">Matt Mccoloskey</a> took the stage. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">All the speakers on Wednesday were incredible. I was torn between taking extensive notes or just simply listening to the powerful words being spoken. Worship leader and artist </span><a href="http://charliehall.com/" style="white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank">Charlie Hall</a><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> had a lot of wisdom to share with the audience. He talked about how so often we want to do what God asks with a little twist. God might call is into music ministry, or to lead a church, and we get so distracted by our own 'ego' that we end up pursuing His will for our own personal gain. Maybe we try and write the next big worship song not because we are simply moved, but because our hidden agenda is to get our name out there. We often want to do things that will bring God great glory so that we can share some of it. However, we will never really be effective until we are working side by side (with no pretenses) with Jesus.</span></span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><b>We cannot serve the church without doing it FOR Jesus and WITH Jesus. </b></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">For the sake of time I'm going to take some massive leaps here. Skipping ahead to our small group sessions, I went to one lead by </span><a href="http://www.jourdanjohnson.com/" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;" target="_blank">Jourdan Johnson</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"> called, "Is This Really My Identity". The conversation centered around learning to embrace God's own personal story for our lives rather than getting caught up in the game of comparison. We need find confidence and contentment in our own callings, as we celebrate, encourage, and inspire each other as women in ministry. As artists sometimes we can be so focused on iTunes sales, or how many events we're playing at, that we forget God is at work with something so much bigger. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Any </span><a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/jill-paquette/id2266016" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jill Paquette</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> fans out there??? The group I was with discovered I was from Canada and then a voice called out, "I'm from BC!" I looked behind me as this outgoing woman started to chirp in on the question I had posed about understanding the difference between being a performer (singer-songwriter), and leading worship. For me I feel there is such a huge gap between the two. Jill expressed the exact same feelings. She explained<span style="background-color: white;">, <span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>"Some people think because I play and sing that leading worship is a give-in. That </b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><b>couldn't be further from the truth. Leading worship is a whole new world"</b></span>.</span> At the time I didn't know Jill's last name (or Artist name) until after the discussion was over. When I found out, it was so neat to have met an artist I grew up listening to. It was humbling to know that even the more seasoned artists shared my weaknesses and we could encourage each other.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now on to some of the meat and potatoes. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The last thing I want to share is a moving message by Jesse Reeves. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This sermon wrecked me, and Jesse isn't even a pastor.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This blog won't do justice. I will just be scratching the surface. Bear with me:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"><b><u>Feed My Sheep</u></b></span><br />Jesse brought to life one of the most familiar stories found in the old testament. He talked about the life of David, starting from when David was first anointed as king in 1 Samuel 16. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Isn't it interesting, how in your Bible, the next chapter is probably labeled, "David' in Saul's Service". After David is anointed, instead of raging war against Saul and taking his rightful crown, David becomes a <b><u>servant</u></b>. When Saul is emotionally distressed he urgently cries out for someone to play music for him to soothe his anxious heart. David is summoned from his regular shepherd duties and becomes a loyal servant and music minister. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">David has been faithful in the little things, and now God has called him to things much larger. When the Philistine army threatens to destroy all Saul's men, David is the one brave enough, and willing to fight their biggest warrior, Goliath. Even Saul thinks David is too small for the task. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Saul says:</span><b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>"You are not able to go.... you are only a young man, and he has been a warrior from his youth..." </b></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But David replies: </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"<b>Your servant has been keeping his father's sheep. When a lion or a bear came and carried off a sheep from the flock, I went after it, struck it and killed it...the Lord who rescued me from the paw of the lion and the paw of the bear will rescue me from the hand of this Philistine..."</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So much is said in these verses. It's so hard to unpack it in a short blog. David loves his sheep. He has spent so much time caring for them, risking his life for them. What a foreshadow of Christ. David's heart is what catches God's attention. David is someone that God can use because he has a loyal and compassionate heart. Because David has been faithful in the lesser things, now God has brought him to face battles far greater, and he will be victorious. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The bottom line here is, <b><span style="color: #a64d79;">David never let his head get too big that he forgot his first calling, which was to take care of the sheep. </span></b>When Jesus repeatedly told Peter in the new testament to feed his sheep three times, it wasn't because Jesus was trying to do anything poetic with the number three, or because Peter was deaf. I believe it was because we so quickly forget. We need to be reminded. I don't think it had sunk in the first time Peter heard Jesus' words.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was so humbled towards the end of the service. So convicted to make every day matter. So often we hear a word from the Lord, "Amy (insert your name here), I'm going to anoint your ministry..." And the first thing we think of is: <b>Green room.</b> <b>Big opportunities. </b>That is the way Jesse put it. What we do in the </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">waiting process between getting anointed and "becoming King", is where our character is proved.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> It's so easy to get up on a stage and share the good news. So easy. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's not as easy getting down and dirty, going to all the abandoned places where lost sheep have wandered off to, and bring them home. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We need to pour into people's lives. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We need to be loving the world around us. Worship pastors need to be loving their local congregations. </span><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is the radical call: to feed His sheep. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b></div>
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This past Saturday my parents came out to visit me, along with my sister Hannah. It had been a busy week for me as I was preparing for three Easter services at our church. Still, I managed to get all my work done and the house clean. I was so excited to see my family. I squeezed little Hannah for like 10 minutes. I've always been close with my family, but the older I get, the more I realize that family is everything. Family and <i>friends</i> that is. Without people in your life, without a community of loved ones, life would be completely empty. Even God himself is a community- the Father, Son, the Holy Spirit. Surely God knows the significance of community. It is why we exist at all- to have RELATIONSHIP with God.</div>
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Really soon after my parents arrived, Peter and I took them to the local Farmers Market downtown Ann Arbor. I had never been there before and I was a little nervous that maybe it wouldn't impress them, but we had a great time :) We walked in and out of all the little shops, bought some pastries, looked long and hard for some daffodils (which we eventually found elsewhere), and just embraced the joy of being together. Dad caught me up on all his latest puns ;) You know you're a dad when you pull out the puns. Just sayin. </div>
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Saturday went by far too quick. By the end of the day I was crying fat crocodile tears as I said my goodbyes. Peter held me tight as my family drove away. I had to go to bed early that night, since Sunday would be a little crazy for me. As already mentioned, Sunday I lead the worship and choir for three services. The choir was an absolute delight to work with. They had so much enthusiasm and spirit. The kind that is fitting for celebrating the fact that <b>JESUS IS RISEN</b>. Even still, I think sometimes we as Christians have a hard time getting into Easter. </div>
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Maybe it's because we've heard the story so many times over and over. We struggle to make it real, authentic, personal. I think too often we cannot wrap our minds around the fact that Jesus' sacrifice on the cross was extremely personal- that it was for YOU, that it was for me. We forget that Jesus weeps over our pain and suffering. We forget that in our darkest moments Jesus is sitting right beside us holding us, praying for us. Maybe we think to ourselves, "why would Jesus care for me, when there are so many other people to care for..." At our latest small group I made a statement to everyone. I said, "You know what sometimes gets to me? The fact that you read the old testament, and see God speaking to people in such awesome and miraculous ways. Through burning bushes, through clouds of fire, or an audible voice,...now it seems God is much more quiet..."As we all sat there and pondered, one of the guys spoke up: "I can't help but think that in the old testament, all the people ever wanted was a personal God, one who could speak directly to them. Instead people had to rely on the prophets for direction, or for Words from the Lord. Yes, they got all the "fireworks" of the Almighty, but they never had the intimacy. Today, because of Jesus sacrifice we have a <i>personal</i> relationship with God. We have what people two thousand years ago were dreaming of...". For some reason this really hit me. So true. God doesn't need to part the seas or speak through burning bushes to get our attention anymore. We have his word; His <b>LIVING</b> word. We have his <b>Spirit</b>. We have a direct bridge to God. We don't need prophets to tell us how to live, where to go. His Word is the lamp to our feet. I feel like this leads me to my initial theme for this blog: <i><b>community</b></i>. Easter is about this very word. Because of Christ's death and resurrection, we have the ability to commune with God. The gap caused by sin has been bridged by the cross. Because God took our punishment upon himself we are now able to have community with Him. This truth is just so completely beautiful.<br />
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Friend, maybe your family is broken. Maybe your family continually fails to love you the way you need to be loved. Maybe you've never known any kind of healthy relationship or community. Let me tell you this: God wants you in his family. He loves you perfectly. Endlessly. I'm praying for you now- that the Easter story becomes real to you- that the heart of Easter can be born in you this very moment. Jesus is Risen. He is alive and well, healing us, and healing all of our broken relationships. Amen.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px;">“A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.”</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px;">― </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/947.William_Shakespeare" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;">William Shakespeare</a></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896662040916147807.post-29673606958610366932013-03-15T14:04:00.000-04:002013-03-15T14:52:09.776-04:00Overcoming Insecurities<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">So you don’t feel “good enough”. </span>You are continually disappointing yourself, and other people.<br />
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Maybe there have been wounds in your life that you’ve never taken care of. Maybe as you try and move on from one season of life to the next, you can’t. You’re still hurting.<br />
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It’s a hard place to be. Even when you’re a Christ follower, it’s easy to feel far from him. It’s easy to feel that you have nothing left to hold on to. <br />
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I know it’s hard to be preached at. No one likes that when they’re walking through crap. But I think it’s so important to call things what they are. It’s so important to see life through the lens of truth.<br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><br /><span style="font-size: large;">“And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free..” (John 8:32).</span></span><br />
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This verse has been such a huge comfort to me. Friend, when you know the TRUTH about who you are- everything else changes. The truth is, <b>YOU MATTER</b>. Without you, this world would not be the same. You impact all the people around you more deeply than any celebrity, fancy preacher, speaker, or modern day hero. Life is a ripple effect. You may never know just how many people you impact, and how in turn, those people will impact others. <b>No one can be a better YOU. You are completely unique and completely significant.</b><br />
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The enemy looks at your greatest wound and just keeps jabbing at it. The moment you think you're okay, he re-opens an old wound. Maybe your wound is singleness. Maybe it’s rejection. Maybe it is guilt for something you did 10 years ago and can’t get over. Maybe your wound is a hurtful thing someone said to you, or just a deep personal failure. Know the truth. Let it set you free.<br />
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I posted this on Facebook a couple days ago, and I’ll say it again: <b><span style="color: #990000;">When you allow Jesus to love you the way you need to be loved, you see more clearly the truth about who you are. Our worth is what God says it is. The moment we understand our significance, we become dangerous to the enemy. We are unstoppable through CHRIST who gives us the power. We are SONS and DAUGHTERS of the living GOD.</span></b></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896662040916147807.post-69165103988840435772013-02-21T17:18:00.001-05:002013-02-21T17:22:51.121-05:00The Piano I Was Raised On<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I played this piano ever since I was 3 years old. It's currently with my parents in Canada, but it has a couple decades worth of jammin' on it. It's my beautiful antique! </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896662040916147807.post-70781615209480241752013-02-18T18:08:00.001-05:002013-02-18T18:19:03.048-05:00At Some Point We Grow Up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's one of those days- I have more than enough things to do but I really just need this down time. The past few months have been a bit of a whirlwind and I think finally my brain is catching up- not to mention my emotions too! It's so strange to me to be so far away from my family, and watch their lives virtually through the convenience of social media. I think when I got married it was the first time I actually did a "flash-back" of my life and realized how different things had become. Don't get me wrong, married life is amazing and I think it's most people's dream, but I don't think you can ever be prepared enough for all the changes it brings. You just have to go through the emotions! </div>
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Recently Peter and I just came back from California visiting his parents. It was absolutely amazing. I had been there several times before visiting my own friends, but as I was sitting on the plane, I felt God speak to me saying, "Amy this time for you is going to be so special". And it was. I got to go down memory lane with Peter's parents, watching a bunch of home videos and looking through so many old photos. I laughed, I got teary-eyed. It was like experiencing an entirely new life all over again. I would look at Peter as he was 3 years old, 12 years old, 18 years old... and as I was watching, all I could think of was who I was as a young girl during those years. Both of us had completely different life experiences, and yet somewhere along the way we both met; these two lives became one. It was fascinating to me. It was overwhelming at times to just realize how BIG God is and how he worked for years on both of us, preparing us for a life together. Getting to know Peter's parents was a huge blessing. Not only have I felt like I've gained an extra set of loving parents, but knowing them also helped me to understand Peter in a new way. This trip helped me put more pieces of the puzzle together. </div>
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While I was out in California I also managed to set up one performance all because of my lovely friend Sarah who lives in San Clemente. Sarah knew that I was raising funds for my next recording project and she put together a wonderful intimate acoustic cabaret. I felt so honored to meet so many people with moving life stories to share. It's amazing how music breaks down so many walls. I can't describe the feeling of seeing both young and old faces staring back at me, knowing we all get each other The things I sing about, the glory, the pain-- both young and old get it. Age is just a number, as I am coming to understand.</div>
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So-- it's a Monday evening. I'm going to get back to my work after I finish this. But I just needed to write. I'm thinking of my own journey so much these days. Thinking of my family, thinking of my sisters, my brothers, mum and dad. How did I ever grow up? Haha. I don't understand. Feels like just yesterday I was going tobogganing with my siblings down our large back-yard hill at 51 Bonacres Ave. Now I'm all the way in Michigan, married, awaiting yet another birthday next month. </div>
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Thank you Jesus for every single year. It's nice to have something familiar through every age- your gentle hand holding mine. You are my forever home.</div>
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PS- dear reader, I just discovered an incredibly moving song: Check out "To Build A Home" by <i>The Cinematic Orchestra</i>. I have been listening to it as I write this blog. Now we can have the same experience ;)</div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>And so it begins. Writing for my full-length album number two. And yes, that is an energy drink to help get the brain juices flowing. I may or may not have been influenced by my husband ;) Anyways, I'm trying to get out of the habit of making every song so painfully difficult to write. I'm assuming the more I write, the easier it will all become. You'll notice also the Bible. I don't know why, but I always write with one open. Every now and then I peer down and use a verse or two to inspire the next lines or thoughts. It's so much easier having a little bit of a template. Did I just reveal my secret as a song-writer? ;)</b></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sometimes I look at the world around me and it looks like there is a lot more violence, hate, pain and suffering than there is goodness. Last night I asked God why. Why does it look like the enemy is winning? I felt like God told me, "Amy, don't focus so much on the enemy. Focus on being kind. Focus on loving people. Where there is even a little bit of light, darkness has no power…"</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896662040916147807.post-88030854971272544122013-01-21T17:36:00.003-05:002013-01-21T22:34:14.328-05:00Married. Moved. Michigan. Music?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Dear bloggers,<br />
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Can you believe today is Monday? More importantly, that Monday is almost over? I sat down to blog early this morning but got nowhere. Then Peter and I headed to IKEA to finish off some shopping. Then it was lunch, then we stopped by the Guitar Center, came home, unpacked, cleaned, played <a href="http://www.ruzzle-game.com/" target="_blank">Ruzzle</a> (so addicted to this game!!!! ps, Angela you're my favourite opponent)... nothing too crazy. Nevertheless, the day went by pretty fast.<br />
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As many of you know, Peter and I were married December 1st 2012. After the two-week honeymoon we came back and had our work cut out for us. Its one thing to get married, but it was another thing to go through the immigration process, and move all of your belongings out of one country into the next. Even though its only about a 4 hour car ride, it's a lot different then say, moving 30 minutes from your old home. As of last Thursday, I'm thankful to say I am pretty much all moved in. Just some books and photo albums that I've left with the parents, but other than that, it's nice to finally feel organized again!<br />
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As I write this it is a bitter cold day here in Michigan. The snow is beautiful of course, but it's freezing. I've been making all sorts of hot drinks to keep me warm and have been trying to stay active to keep my blood flowing, but there's no way around it sometimes. When you're a slim jim and have poor blood circulation, even the 20 second walk to the car sends chills down my back. Thankfully my husband lets me crank the heat to any level I need. Usually at the expense of his own discomfort.<br />
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Anyways, all this random ramble. What is new and exciting in my life? I am absolutely thrilled to be working on staff at a local church here in Michigan as their full time Worship leader/Arts Director. Peter works at the same church so it's nice to be able to go to the mid-week meetings together. It's been so wonderful to get involved right away into a church that is growing and thriving. I'll admit I feel a little intimidated to be leading in a church where I hardly know anyone, but building new relationships is half the fun. The leadership is a blast. They are so down to earth and enjoy a good laugh. I love that their focus as leaders is to reach out to the community. An active church is a healthy church. What I also appreciate, is the fact that they are totally supportive of my Music career and continue to bless the calling on my life as a traveling recording artist. I'm not exactly sure what this next year is going to look like, but it will be a mixture of worship leading, writing and recording a new album for 2013 and setting up local and abroad tours. Right now I'm just seeking God on how to go about all of this. My heart feels anxious because I just don't know where all the financial backing is going to come from for the new album, but I'm just going to keep writing it. The songs are in me and they need to come out. I just have to trust God that he will provide all the necessary steps. I'm not entirely sure, but I'm thinking of heading back to Nashville to record the whole thing there. In my immediate future, I'm looking to start playing some local shows in Michigan and it's neighboring States, so keep an eye open on the touring calendar.<br />
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You know, it's been really strange for me to have a complete shift in my life. Being a wife and a homemaker has been beautiful and yet overwhelming. Half the time I'm thinking... "Hey wait-- If I'm always cooking and cleaning, how on earth am I going to have time for the rest of my life?" Still, I feel God whispering in my ear, "Amy, just enjoy. Enjoy all things. Enjoy all seasons. Everything you need to get done will get done- but do not worry about tomorrow. Each day is a gift, and it's the simple things that can bring so much joy..." And so I'm learning that. I don't allow my anxious little heart to get the best of me. I'm learning to work with the things that are in my hands right now. If that involves a lot of cooking and cleaning, then so be it. I have to admit, there's nothing so sweet as having your own home and haven with your best friend. I love it that Peter gets to work from home many days and I can be in the kitchen cooking up a storm, yet I can pop in our home office every 5 minutes and just give him a big hug...or a kiss. Doing life with your best friend is amazing. Even in this very cold cold city, in the middle of January, it warms my heart.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sarah Walker, a talented artist and great friend of mine, put together the most gorgeous winter bouquet for me. I told her to just be creative as long as there were roses and pinecones. Sarah blew me away. She tied together cream roses, silver brunia, evergreen, and of course the pinecones. The final product was brilliant. To see more of Sarah's work, please see her incredible website: <a href="http://thecuratedhouse.com/">TheCuratedHouse.com</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had another great friend of mine, Tanya Tomic <span style="font-weight: normal;">make the bridesmaids bouquets (seen in the photo with the cake). All the bouquets were made of synthetic materials from <a href="http://www.bowring.com/" target="_blank">Bowring</a> and <a href="http://michaels.com/on/demandware.store/Sites-MichaelsCanada-Site/default/Home-Show" target="_blank">Micheals</a> Craft Store. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As you can see in the above photos, we used two different centre pieces: </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1) Brown lanterns ( with Candles, Pinecones, fake snow) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We placed each of the centre-pieces on gold chargers and used little tiny white plastic beads (from the dollar store) to imitate fluffy snow. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thanks to Beverly Campbell for all the ideas!</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> To get the snow-look on the pinecones, we just dipped the pinecones in icing sugar, and then coarse (large crystal) sugar to get the sparkling effect. You'll also notice around the centerpieces little pinches of baby's breath, for a more dainty, snowy look. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tanya also make my cake. It was all completely vanilla (the most deliciously moist cake I've ever had) with icicles lining the entire cake! Tanya dipped the pinecones in icing and sugar (the same way the centrepieces were done) and used chocolate sticks in between the pinecones. As a cake plate, I ordered a wooden birch tree slab from save-on-crafts.com. The only problem is that the website said I was getting a 11-15 inch, but when it came in the mail, it was only 9 inches which was not big enough. So, Tanya creatively made her own plate 12-15 inch I believe, and we layered the two cake stands together. It turned out beautifully :)</span><br />
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