- I Remember My First Favorite Pop Song I was four or five years old. Analyze me however you wish. The video has a long intro. Skip forward to about 0:40 to get to the song, in all of its glory.
- I Remember Learning That Prayer Ought Not Be Boring It happened in a tiny room, on the second floor of an office, in 2004. We’d transformed a veritable four-walled cubicle into a cathedral, as we set aside a space for our first 24-7 prayer experiment. And I learned that when a community attempts to cover every hour in prayer–for one full week–that things happen. […]
- I Remember the Sky in Vienna, with Holga
- I Remember São João, Apt. 2 Esquerda I remember listening to this song with you as we ate long meals together, well after 21:00. I remember living much of this song as we spent those days and years of our early middle twenties in Portugal. It was hard, and it was good. And there were others who crowded ’round that table with […]
- I Remember the Early 80’s I remember the early 1980s. We lived in Schenectady, New York. I needed my “silkie” blanket to fall asleep, and my thumb pacified me. I was afraid of the sound of sirens. I wasn’t afraid to spell my entire last name (eleven letters and one apostrophe!) to get my first library card. I loved walking […]
- September is named “Remember” Each day this month, I will take another rest from normal blogging. After I did the Photo A Day February earlier this year, I decided that every seventh month I would take a rest. And so, each day in September, I will use different mediums to intentionally remember what I have seen God do in […]