My new address is posted below for all those who feel like they may want to send me something. If not, then no biggie. Its all good. I'll still love you. Things are good, but slow. I've made a few friends, but mostly work has been consuming most of my time. I miss you all dearly.
There's gotta be something more than what I'm living for...
I've been home for about a week and a half now. The road here was long, but oh so memorable. We shared our time with parents of friends who were gracious enough to open their hearts and homes to us, met new friends, and stayed with people we never met before. The only thing it lacked was a bear. And I got to show Luis and Ian around my hometown a little bit. Cliff jumping, playing in an old dam, walking underneath a bridge, on top of railroad tracks, Canada, and many a good meal were shared in this past week. And now I'm stuck in a place I barely know anymore. My hometown doesn't feel the same as it did when I left it three years ago. Or maybe it does, and that's whats rubbing up against me. It's a good place, but it's not a fit. It's a place filled with memories, could have beens, should have beens, what ifs and little regrets. It's a place filled with living history, and for the next few days I'm reliving it. I hope to be moved into an apartment in Burlington this week. Pray that my friend Kyle and I find one soon, so that we can move in and start work soon. We're looking at a music venue to possibly meet in for church. The blue scholars are playing there this week. And wilco will be in town on the 12th of august. I guess Burlington has a pretty good taste in music.
It seems an odd thing to celebrate one's near absence. How it brings joy I do not know. In any case, if anyone I have met in Portland is in the area on Tuesday the 8th then please stop by 13th and Ainsworth for a little fun, food, and good-bye. It shall be my last night in P-Town.
Tuesday July 8th 13th and Ainsworth. 4-8. show up anytime.
Look for this house.
From PBC Campus: Head down Fremont til 33rd. Hang a right on 33rd, go til Killingsworth, a left til 13th, and over a few blocks. or just call me for directions. much love, tom
I hate all your show and pretense
The hypocrisy of your praise
The hypocrisy of your festivals
I hate all your show
Away with your noisy worship
Away with your noisy hymns
I stomp on my ears when you’re singing ‘em
I hate all your show
Instead let there be a flood of justice
An endless procession of righteous living, living
Instead let there be a flood of justice
Instead of a show
Your eyes are closed when you’re praying
You sing right along with the band
You shine up your shoes for services
There’s blood on your hands
You turned your back on the homeless
And the ones that don’t fit in your plan
Quit playing religion games
There’s blood on your hands
Instead let there be a flood of justice
An endless procession of righteous living, living
Instead let there be a flood of justice
Instead of a show
I hate all your show
Let’s argue this out
If your sins are blood red
Let’s argue this out
You’ll be one of the clouds
Let’s argue this out
Quit fooling around
Give love to the ones who can’t love at all
Give hope to the ones who got no hope at all
Stand up for the ones who can’t stand at all, all
I hate all your show
I hate all your show
I hate all your show
I hate all your show
Instead let there be a flood of justice
An endless procession of righteous living, living
Instead let there be a flood of justice
Instead of a show
I hate all your show