Hopefully beginning a journey into moving pictures. A coworker and I are working on a short film about love and loss and the slow, agonizing and beautiful climb to restoration.
The Lament of a Moment’s Passing
Do you ever mourn the passing of a moment? Does it bother you that a piece of time that was so significant to you can fade and die away like it almost never happened? I wrestle with this. This is a chronicling of joys and sorrows, of the Glory that screams from the skies and the earth, of those moments that were so beautiful but were perhaps made even more so by their passing. These are some of my most beloved memories.
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Brazil Re:visited
Aha! I found a long lost roll from this trip and am ever so happy about it. Relishing sweet memories this week.
Eu vejo o Rei da glória vindo com o Seu poder. A Terra vai estremecer.
Eu vejo Sua graça os pecados perdoar. A Terra vai então cantar.
At the Edge of the World
Last September, some friends and I took a hike to Cape Flattery—the furthermost Northwestern tip of the contiguous United States. It was a strange sensation to stare onto the ocean knowing that if the world were flat, I might be able to see over to Russia or Japan. Oh, the whimsy!
These shots were taken on 35mm film with an old Canon A-1.
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Esperança — Brazil, Aug 2014
There are many things I could say, but I will distill the week into two stories that remain vivid in my mind. (Bg: for those seeing/hearing this for the first time, I was one among eleven people from Downtown Cornerstone Church that traveled to Rio de Janeiro last month to partner with Restore Brazil in relief and mission work.)
On one of our first evenings, we journeyed across the city to a men’s homeless shelter situated in a neighborhood well known for its trans prostitution activity. Upon entering the shelter, at least 20 men were seated waiting for us. As we were setting up our sound equipment for a short service of testimonies and worship, I looked at each of their faces. I felt small, insignificant, and very much out of my element. We did not speak the same language and our eyes had witnessed very different worlds. And yet our hearts were the same.
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