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At the end of this podcast you will hear our musicians/singers and some of Alex's sermon from last Sunday!

CTUCC Podcast 9/22/11

Something to Say (by Bekah)

V 1

He is upstairs, on the phone or computer,

talking to people from other towns.

And you're in the kitchen, just making his dinner.

And dreading the moment when he will come down.

This silence between you is painful to hear, but harder still to break.

So many things you're longing to tell him; how much more can you take?

Your baby boy is a baby no longer,

And he's making choices you don't understand.

You long for the days when life was so simple.

You're missing the days when he held your hand.

Thinking these thoughts sends a pain through your heart, and you wonder if it might break.

The ones we love can hurt us the most; how much more can you take?

C

Do you know in your heart that it isn't his fault?

Do you see in his eyes this is what he wants?

Do you know in your soul he can't help how he's made?

With this war that's inside you, with bias that blinds you,

and love that makes your bones ache,

how much more, how much more can you,

how much more can you take?

V 2

Your dreading the day when he has a boyfriend

because you'll have to tell him they can't kiss in the house.

The thought of him kissing someone of his gender.

brings a hard, bitter taste to the back of your mouth.

And because you are Catholic, you fear for his soul; you'd change him for his own sake.

But he wants no part of Heaven or Hell; how much more can you take?

C

Do you know in your heart that it isn't his fault?

Do you see in his eyes this is what he wants?

Do you know in your soul he can't help how he's made?

With this war that's inside you, with bias that blinds you,

and love that makes your bones ache,

how much more, how much more can you,

how much more can you take?

B

Nothing will change because you ask it to.

Nothing will change on a whim.

He says, "We'll meet in the middle," but there's no room to wiggle

when you think what he is is a sin.

You think that your son is a sin.

V 3

So you'll make him a sandwich and send him to school.

And hope when he's home, you'll have something to say.

Something that isn't just shouting or crying

and maybe you'll tel him you love him someday.

Renga 9

God breathes across land
leaves rustle in the forest
God's glory surrounds

His glory is heard
throughout the whole universe
aliens hear too

A fire burning strong
burning through our hearts and minds
a land filled with peace

Mutual senses
aliens worshiping God
in God's image too?

Brothers and sisters
all created equally
and she'll know we're here

People all around
searching for the way to God
looking for a sign

Some of Whitney's slide show photos

Bohemia (Simon's poem for worship)

A place exists within this world

Where happiness is not a myth,

And cookie-cutter people do not monopolize

Success.

Beauty is not defined

By the Barbie-doll standard,

And you are not

Who you wear

In Bohemia.

We come together in tandem,

A symphony in colors.

Ou stories collide

To form a living rainbow.

Our hearts worn proudly

On our sleeves

We outpour our innermost

Hurt

In Bohemia.

We recreate the divine within

Using our hands, pens, voices.

The world is a blank canvas

We seek to fill with vibrant aspirations.

We paint out broken hearts,

Shattered dreams and lost friends,

The ones that couldn't make it this far.

But we also sing a new song of Hope

In Bohemia.

Our Metropolis-Nirvana,

Sweet promised land of freedom,

Where we live without labels.

They can't write our story for us.

Come freaks, come monsters,

Come geeks, come nerds,

Dorks outcast, goths and gays

Cast your old names away and be reborn

In Bohemia.

Some may think it an idealistic

Lie;

Beautiful, yet false.

We make it true.

Love is the message

That we preach, acceptance our sermon.

Unbounded by gender, race, or religion

Your love is not a sin.

I wish I could be...

In Bohemia.

Untitled Poem (Tyler's worship piece)

We create this world

it is falling apart

our darkness

is growing

light

don't make me laugh

it's gone

hate

is our weapon

love

is failing

this deadly war

will make us strong

living with others

is a horrible mistake

our violence

is all we want and need

peace

how could someone live like that

death

everyday

funerals

every night

And all this is true unless we recreate it

every night
funerals
everyday
death
how could someone live like that
peace
is all we want and need
our violence
is a horrible mistake
living with others
will make us strong
this deadly war
is failing
love
is our weapon
hate
it's gone
don't make me laugh
light
is growing
our darkness
it is falling apart
we create this world

Renga 8

The darkest night sky
that has pin pricks of bright light
His love shining down

Stars tossed in patterns
their stories told in the sky
inspiring us

We gaze up above
Her constellation stories
a quilt that warms us

The darkness surrounds
hope is very far away
God is still smiling

Even in the dark
something holds us so safely
the sure hand of God

In the darkest height
God will reach out to us all
with the rays of stars

I want to Cry out (Poem by Kelly)

Around and around I go
Never in the same place twice
My life I must forgo
For it comes at too high a price
My parents do not see me
They see who they want me to be
No matter what I do
I’m not good enough for you
Now it is night
And I wander without light
Though people say its day
They are nothing but prey
Truths not spoken
The lies are now broken
I watch the humble bow
Take something that was not his now
The heat that fills me
Nearly kills me
For they do not know
How they are killing his show
Sadness, anger, hurt and pain,
Swirling though my brain
Hiding in from our lies
You lie in the rye
Now we must play
So I can show you the way
The game of catcher and the rye

A Haiku from Ryan

More Than a Feeling

Beyond all Comprehension

And Best When It's Shared

Renga 7

God is everywhere
in the wind and in the trees
blowing endlessly

Across the ocean
reflecting God's great glory
in sunset palettes

Clouds of spun sugar
he reflects himself above
look up, there he is

Above in the clouds
he watches with warm, keen eyes
wind caresses him

Colors across the sky
showing God's inner beauty
splatters through our lives

Colors on canvas
paint out our inner stories
in ways words cannot

Emmi's Photos from Friday

Renga 6

Water falling down
sparkling water shimmering
God is everywhere

It is always here
rain, ocean, lake, snow, river
it's living water

Reflecting water
shows us all God in ourselves
ever loving him

Cleansing me forever
rinsing out my impurities
and refreshing life

Showing me the way
following the path God made
I am never lost

Her voice guides me on
Mother, Father, Spirit, All
many names, one God

Renga 5

Water rushes by
over the slippery stones
harmony is here

Burbling motions
flow endlessly around us
God's salutation

The greeting is warm
and makes our hearts swell with joy
a choir of love

Flowing gently down
seeping into our lives
filling us with hope

Lower the bucket
you will be thirsty no more
everlasting life

Even the small things
we work together for God
ripples the water

Emmi's Photos from Thursday