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27 Seconds

How disheartened I was to find out that I had misquoted one of my favorite movies and solidified it on a recording.

I had this thought about a scene in Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium. It’s a wonderful scene where Molly is trying to show Mr. Magorium that he has much to live for. They’re in a clock shop, setting up all of the clocks in order to hear them all chime at one time.

You see, at this point in the film there’s a comment made about 37 seconds of time… I had always thought it was 27 seconds, so when I looked up the quote as I was writing a song, I googled 27 seconds, but apparently others have misquoted this as well… so I fed off of their misquote and immortalized it in my song… oh well, right?

Mr. Magorium: 37 seconds.
Molly Mahoney: Great. Well done. Now we wait.
Mr. Edward Magorium: No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.”

And it’s true. That moment always shook me. I’m an incessant worrier. I’m a worrying junkie. I have to get a fix. But one of the most oft ignored commands of Christ is to *not worry.* And yet, it’s the hardest one for me.

I believe that if I’m honest with myself, I love having the stress there as my excuse to have vices, as an excuse to escape and be selfish. Maybe that’s harsh, but I find it valid. There are valid reasons for stress, I’m not criticizing that, I’m merely saying that a lot of times we totally miss the beauty in front of us due to our worry and fretting.

We’re meant to be like Christ, to find him in every face, every moment… instead, we often seek comfort and pleasure, trying to escape our worry. We worry about finding ways to escape our worry.

So, I want to give you this song as a Christmas present. This is probably just about my favorite song I’ve ever gotten to bring to life… may you see the presents in front of you. May you see Christ in every moment, and find who to kneel down and wash. In my life, it’s often been my friends, kids; the people right there in front of me.

I used to pine for big ministries, but now, I see that my ministry is this minute. The small things that can give the world around us hope and life.

Merry Christmas.


phone addiction and indie rock for kids!

So, I’m at lunch with my 11-year-old today… and I keep having that urge to check facebook and such. I hate it. It’s really nagging at me lately. I don’t want my life run by that bossy little device. 

So, I came up with a tune, my wife even joined in and wrote a verse. It’s called “Daddy’s Bossy Friend” … and though, when you just read the lyrics it may seem tragic, wait until you hear the music and see the video we’re undoubtedly going to make for this. It’ll be great. 

But here’s the lyrics 

My mama’s got this bossy bossy friend

Their time together just never seems to end

Night or day he never seems to go away

Taking pictures and recording all the cute things that I say


When we’re talking he always interrupts

When out to dinner he always interrupts

When reading stories he always interrupts

I really hope his battery dies


Daddy’s got his own bossy friend too

When his friend is by his side then he will hardly look at you

But now and then she will hide and go away

And then we all have join in and hunt for her all day


When we’re walking she always interrupts

When we’re driving she always interrupts

In the movies she always interrupts

I really hope his battery dies


whether we’re sitting in front of the TV

In Church or in the store it’s always quite sight to see

It’s hard to get my daddy to turn and look at me

When his phone is in his hand


When his phone is in his hand, It’s always making such unreasonable demands

When her phone is in her face, it’s like she goes to outer space


I’m looking at this shiny little thing

It rings and flashes, beeps and sings

In my hands, maybe now I’ll understand

If I’ll push ALL of the buttons and do everything I can


When you’re talking I really want my turn

When we’re out to dinner I really want my turn

Read me stories later, I just really want my turn

Don’t let the battey die


Now you can watch whatever you want on TV

In church or in the store I’ll be quiet as can be

I doubt I’ll even notice if you turn and look at me

When your phone is in my hand


Turn off the phone and play with me

It’s time to turn off the phone and read to me

It’s time to turn off the phone and snuggle while I’m home

Blink an eye and I might be grown