Friday, March 20, 2009

Lovely, oh how I've missed you...

A few of us met at church last night to carpool to a Jason Morant concert they were giving on Tulane's campus at Roger's Chapel. I didn't realize at first that it was at a Chapel... I actually didn't know till we arrived. Well, there ended up being like 7 young people (between the ages of 16-26), me, Kristian, a youth kid, and a youth leader in "process". So, we all arrive at the church around 5:45 (the concert started at 8). So, there ended up being four of us in my car, Nate ad Megan and another couple in his jeep, and Lino had two others with him. So, the trip there was fine. I have no complaints... 

We we get there, then I realize how small it is. I was thinking "concert".. like at least a few hundred people... at least. I think there was like 40 people (max). And most of them were Megan's old friends (she graduated from Tulane last summer). The concert was so casual. He walked in with all of us, and I immediately spotted him and pointed him out to Kristian by nudging her and shifting my eyes in his direction. It wasn't hard to spot him because he is a pretty tall guy and was the only one wearing a hat. Anyways, I was excited. He walked on the stage, there was a little chatter -not much though-, but as soon as he started tuning his guitar, everyone got super quiet. You literally could have heard a pen drop and knew exactly who dropped it. He looked up when it got quiet, glanced around then he small room, and let out a little chuckle, which caused a few others to chuckle randomly. He then stepped up to the mike and started singing and strumming his guitar. I don't know the name of the song he sang first, I have never heard it before, and I think it might be something new, but the room was super quiet. He had his audience captivated and silenced by respect.

A soon as that song was over, we clapped, he hummed a "thank you" as he grabbed some water. As soon as he set the water down, he started another song. I can't remember which song he followed with, but his audience was just as captivated. When he finished this one, He drank some water, set the bottle down, and before starting another song, he said hello and asked how we were doing. I thought it was neat because who in the rules book said we had to start everything with a hello? Why can't we reveal our heart to others before they know us? To open our hearts to people before we first say hello? I thought that was cool. No explanation, just God leading him. He then preceded to sort of explain why he hadn't had anything new out in a while. He said that he was going through a different season (then chuckled and pointed out that only Christians seem to use that word to describe periods of time... well, that and scientists), he said that he felt that his music was always a way for him to get things out... and the way he explained it, that maybe that was where he had come to get his identity, but then he came to a time of "questioning" where he wondered if that was the only place he met God: in his music. So he took a break, and went to Africa for a few months. He said that God just showed him a lot of different things. He said he also went to Scotland, and talked about how most of the churches there have been "Hollowed Out" so to speak. They are empty and used for things other than worship. He said that it just reminded him that Scotland had just evolved... they realized that they don't need a building to have a church. The foundation of the Church is not found in a building... and although it seems odd to think that they don't go to church on Sundays, God is still there. This all sounded a lot better when he said it because he was the one experiencing it, but that is sort of the gist of it. He wrote a song called Hollowed Out which was basically about the building that was once a church a few hundred years ago. Basically a "if this building could talk, what would it say" deal. It was really good. And he also played a song called Emmanuel that he isn't sure if he will put on a CD or not. It was written during the time when he was "questioning". It was really good and thought provoking as well. I hope he puts it on his next CD. Oh, a sidenote: Jason Morant likes to twist his face up when he sings. It could probably frighten a child. But he is a passionate guy.


Anyways, I really like Jason Morant as an artist, and now as a person. His City of Two Rivers EP that came out after Katrina, has one of my utmost favorite songs on it. Before he played it last night, he told us that this song sparked from the story of Hosea (also the inspiration of the amazing book Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers) If you don't know the story of Hosea very well or haven't read Redeeming Love, I won't ruin it for you, but the song has an even deeper meaning to me now. 

Well, after the concert we all walked out and although he said goodbye and walked towards the door, he was standing at a table with CDs in front of him. Me and my posse were the first few out, and we were all just kind-of awkwardly staring at each other, and I felt odd, so I walked up to him and introduced myself. I felt so silly after. I don't know what came out of my mouth, but I don't think I would have been flattered if I were him. It gives me shivers just to think about it. I was tired, and I know I jumbled some of my words... so much for speech class, right? Oh well, I got my CD signed... and I don't know why I did it. I don't like getting the artists to sign stuff . They are a person too, and I always feel like I am placing them on a pedestal (uncomfortable for them). But, I was sorta hoping for him to start a conversation about something I said, and he didn't... so that made it more awkward. Oh, but please know that I am not blaming it on him... I think I just took him off guard with my introduction... and that made for awkwardness all around. I will never do that again.

Another sidenote: Tulane doesn't look like it belongs in New Orleans. I mean, it does... but it was so quiet last night and such a clean campus (I'm not being judgmental towards New Orleans... but I am). Also, Jason Morant stole my pen.... I kinda liked that pen, but it's ok. He may have needed one.

Anyway, that was my super long blab. I have to head to class now. If you didn't read it and just skipped on down to right here, I have no problem with that. Or maybe you just read teh very lat paragraph to get my summary. That was a long winded post.... Hope you have a wonderful weekend!

Signed: another "stupid fan"

Monday, March 16, 2009

Sittin' in the Union with nothin' to do... you were watching TV... I was watching you.

There is a group to my right that is rather loud, and causing most of the noise. a Girl was singing beautifully just a moment ago. I was actually on eBay, but when I heard her, I first thought it was just a CD someone was playing, then I looked up, and the other 20 or so people sitting in the Union (dispersed, of course) were looking towards the area where this beautiful sound was coming from as well. It was a Gospel song, but I could tell you which one it was. She wasn't singing it with a "Gospel choir" tone, either. It was more of "I have a solo in the Gospel choir" type sound. It reminded of of Sister Act, when one of the lead girls in the movie is sitting at the piano with her friend and she starts to sing His Eye Is On the Sparrow. I noticed that everyone else seemed to have the same curious look on their face as they looked up as well... and then when they realized it was an actual person singing it verbatim, their faces dropped to am awed stupor. When she finished one of her guy friends loudly poked fun at her by saying "Praise Gawd, hallelujah!" It only made him look foolish for trying to knock her down after that beautiful performance. Voice un-wavering.

Although I'm not close enough to hear the sound of the ping-pong ball hitting the table, I can hear it in my head as I watch it bounce back-and forth in BRCC's "game room". Then a few of the guys are crowded in this one corner that is surrounded by lockers playing Halo or something. 

So, besides my observances, this day is going fairly well. I just returned from my math class (which I made an A in, again). Praise God for blessing me with such an amazing professor. She explains things so well and isn't intimidating. And if you know how much I struggle with math, then you know how much of a God-thing this is. One of my classmates just came by. He was officially 17 minutes late to class (according to my clock). And someone is eating chicken. Why? Well, I don't know... but I smell it. It definitely just engulfed the room. I really want to go to Morgan City. My mom, Shelby, Uncle Pete and I all went just after Christmas, and right before New Years. It was a lot of fun. The Coast, the stars, the cool air at night... walking around lots of bike riding. Shelby and my Uncle were already there, my mom and I just went up on the weekend to join them. I can't remember why we had to wait, though. It was a great "God-place". Do you have "God places"? You know, those places you can go and you just feel like all the distractions are gone, and it's just you and Him.... all things stripped away. For me, these places are (a small campground in) Morgan City, Tennessee, my porch at night, driving in my car at night to the middle on nowhere, and sometimes in Colorado.

Anyways, class is about to start and I need to head out. No work today! Hope you have a wonderful rest of the week!
Until we meet again-
dominique

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

walk about

Just because I find it highly amusing, I am going to describe what is happening at my house at this very minute....

My mom is coming in and out of my room, tailed by my two sisters:
Mom: They're in the driveway now
Me: *trying to work on my midterm* Our driveway?
Mom: No.

Exit Mom and Kristian

Enter Shelby

Me: What are you doing? They didn't see anything
Shelby: *walks back out after messing up the blinds

Exit Shelby
- I'm glad my family aren't really spies... they would stink at it-

Mom: *back in* I can't see, I can't see. The bush.
Me: *chuckle while clacking on keys*
Mom: *chuckles as well... but more of a, "yeah, I know this is ridiculous, but it's exciting" kinda chuckle*
Cat jumps on my bed
Shelby is back: The husband and wife are going back and forth talking to the police officers.
Kristian: *creaking across living room floor* Ben, Joey, and Kyle just got back. Mom said I should text them.

-um, what for?-

Shelby: Our neighbor is in handcuffs! Actually, it just looks like he is. *all this said while facing me* He is just standing with his hands behind his back, we thought he was handcuffed, but he just reached down and scratched his leg
-um, nosy neighbors mean anything to you guys?-

Jonah is now mumbling something about Ben and Kyle... and Joey said something... I dunno. Something that must be exciting because he had excitement in his voice when he was speaking.

Shelby is walking around and whispering... and I forgot to mention that they turned off all the lights.. is that supposed to be un-obvious? They were all on like 5 minutes ago... they all all "mysteriously" go out. The reason my room was the center of attention for a while is because I have the best view of the street. haha. don't ask how we all found this out... we have had practice...

Jonah is texting Joey. Joey replied with a "haha" to something Jonah said... and Jonah is reacting that in his "Joey voice".

The lights are off in my room as well, but it sounds like someone is shuffling outside my bedroom door. The cat is out there too... or maybe it is just the cat pouncing on some inanimate object.

anyway... that is all. oh, the adventures we have.

signed the mostest un-spy-est of all families.

Sunday, March 1, 2009


I danced with God.

I was sitting on a bench on the porch, and then He appeared. He smiled at me, and took my hand. My breathing stopped, and my heart beat a sound I had never heard before.

He pulled me close and then it started. But it wasn’t like the stories say. The music wasn’t the most beautiful thing I had ever heard, but it was, mainly because it was so real. It was as if the world stopped performing its show, all of the actors shed their fake costumes and masks (the ones they felt filled them whole), and let people see them for who they really were. It was something I found hard to comprehend. Every note had a word, and every word was my life, and it all flowed to the beat of my heart. I could now feel my own heart shedding its skin. It was almost embarrassing, how pure and open this felt. I felt embarrassed for Him and myself, He didn’t look so, though. I wanted to pull those layers back over my heart, to grasp them in frenzy. My heart was then stripped of its covering, and revealed my Makers heart. It was in tune with His, and made the music sound even more compelling of truth and enticing. Every time I thought of how exposed my heart was, and I wanted to pull on that layer like pulling on an old coat I knew better than this exposition of myself… that is when the music would change. It didn’t make it any less beautiful; it was just harder to follow when that happened. But then He would pull me closer, look into my wanting eyes, and the music would gain new strength until I couldn’t look away, and my eyes were locked with the eyes of Love. Such a resounding pattern of music! That of love unbroken, un-startled by life. My heart and His were the music- our hearts were singing as one, and it was beautiful.