Nick wrote a great song. It’s about some good friends of ours who go by the loosely defined term of Emergent Village.
If you don’t listen to it, you suck.
Emergent Village People Yeah.mp3
Oh the spare time is killing us these days.
Spread it around. Supposedly it’s already a cult classic.
Tags: Emergent Village, Emergent Church, Nicholas Fiedler
When despair for the world grows in me, and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be ... I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought or grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. - Wendell Berry