There is beauty in a blank page. It sits there new, fresh, ready to be worked. It can become almost anything: a poem, a play, a psalm, a prayer. As it is, it is nothing, empty and waiting. Waiting for the pen to spill over. Thirsty for the blood, the tears, the perspiration that will give it life. Anticipating those markings that will forever keep it from just a plain piece of paper. It spurs emotion into thought, thought into word.

Quote of the day:

This one from Shaun Groves:

Worship is not a song. Worship is my response to God with all that I am to all that He is, all that He has done, is doing, and will do in me, through me, around me, and in spite of me, but it's not just a song. Worship is our response with all of our lives, everything that we've been given to all that God is. And so, if we come in here in this place and we raise our hands and we raise our voices, but we don't stretch these hands out when we leave this place to feed the hungry and clothe the naked and fight for the poor and the oppressed, then what you and I have done is worshiped a singer or a song, but not a God.