Two words. Please watch.
Beautifully sad and yet glorious music. You need to listen to it. ~N
I must admit it, for I hang my head in shame. I have not practiced in a while. There, I said it.
But… But… This has inspired me! I feel a new beginning! I… I feel ALIVE! *your supposed to be reading that part in a half-maniacle Frankenstein voice*
So, with that I present you:
THIS. IS. AWESOME. *and… your supposed to be reading that in a Rino voice*
Determined and Vengeful. My inexperienced two cents.
“In Paris, one is always reminded of being a foreigner. If you park your car wrong, it is not the fact that it’s on the sidewalk that matters, but the fact that you speak with an accent.” – Roman Polanski
“In Paris they simply stared when I spoke to them in French; I never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language”- Mark Twain
– Renata M. Hudelson
“It astounds me, given the overwhelming use of psalms as central to gathered worship in the first four centuries, the absolute importance given to psalmody for the first two centuries of the post-Reformation Reformed churches, and the fact that the Book of Psalms is the only hymn book which can claim to be universal in its acceptance by the whole of Christendom and utterly inspired in all of its statements – it astounds me, I say, that so few psalms are sung in our worship services today. Moreover, often nothing seems to earn the scorn and derision of others more than the suggestion that more psalms should be sung in worship. Indeed, the last few years have seen a number of writers strike out against exclusive psalmody. Given that life is too short to engage in pointless polemics, I am left wondering which parallel universe these guys come from, where the…
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