After about twenty minutes I found the place nestled in just past cherry and speedway. I cam inside and it had the usual artistic flavor of most coffee shops. Its the kind of place where an academic/mucisian/writer/scholar can feel right at home. I ordered a peppermint mocha which the restaurant made by dumping all ingredients into a cup and then steaming the whole product instead of syrup, espresso, milk. It was ok, a little sweet and not much bite but at least the espresso wasn’t burned. With my drink in hand and law books ready I readied myself for an evening of music.

The first singer had good music in terms what what he played on the guitar, but his voice was badly controlled and slightly off pitch. Come to think of that, I think that’s required for coffee house rock. The second person got up to read a poem that he wrote after being in a coma. He says he wrote a letter to himself right before his accident. Commentary to follow:

Not bad I suppose. He talked about how he used to have wahtever he wanted and then had an acacident. He sings a song by “slug atmosphere.” About the same thing happenning every day. Not bad.

I am of the unshakeable conclusion that my fellow artists are sweepingly liberal. Why is this? Who don’t more conservatives try to express their ideas of tradition and form? I know this is not the case but I consistently feel like I stand alone in a society that only allows people to become official “artists” if they have an activist slant. Maybe I can take steps toward changing things. All in all, the open mic was a good experience, one that I’ve missed and I will definitely follow up.

The sacrifice of the wicked is an abomination to the Lord, but the prayer of the upright is his delight.

 Sheol and Abbaddon lie open before the Lord, how much more human hearts.

The human mind plans the way, but the Lord directs teh steps.

Tose who are attentive to a matter will prosper, and happy are those who trust in the Lord.

Sometimes there is a way that seems to be right, but in the end it is the way to death.

These are hard scriptures to apply but simple to understand. Sometimes God brings hardship so we can learn how to trust him and sometimes what seems like a derailing of our plans is God saving us from death. I pray God teaches me to apply these verses and teaches me to trust him in everything. I pray that God’s plan for me is not filled entirely with pain. I pray that those I care about will find happiness and spiritual fulfillment. I pray that God forgives me for my lack of faith.

 Most of all I pray that I learn how to trust God.

P.S. there has been waaay too much to catch regular readers up on about things happenning. I’ll try to be more faithful from now on though.