I started a most fantastic book last week, but I’ll get there in a minute.
Eight years ago, I stood over a sliver of kitchen counter in Pyeongtaek, South Korea, pale and tight-eyed with lack of sleep in the blue light of a computer screen. I was still in my uniform, feet aching in subpar combat boots because I walked everywhere and didn’t know the good brands yet. Outside it was icy and dark, and I had to be up at 0530 to ride my bike to PT in the snow, but I was making breakfast. Because it was morning in Alabama, and I was straining to maintain a connection with my younger brothers from literally half a world away.Read More ›
[Editor’s note: click here to read Part 5: The Case for Nostalgia by Leslie E. Thompson.]
When I was twelve years old, my parents bought me the 10th Anniversary Concert recording of Les Misérables on VHS. I’d begun to demonstrate a zeal for musicals, starting with the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack, which I listened to on repeat until I could sing you the entire thing through—with all its varying parts—from start to finish. The only other musical recording we had was a VHS of CATS (which I also watched repeatedly and will unabashedly defend), and my parents figured that they ought to guide my budding passion toward a higher quality of musical theatre. Hence, my introduction to Les Misérables.Read More ›
Last week, we learned that the official Giving Tuesday website scheduled May 5th to be a new, global Giving Tuesday “as a response to the unprecedented need caused by COVID-19.” So today, each of us has a unique opportunity to give or get involved in whatever way we can.Read More ›
Giving Tuesday cometh.
No, we haven’t been transported seven months into the future. (Though, with everything that’s happened, would that really come as such a shock at this point?)Read More ›
As Valentine’s Day came closing in, Jonathan Rogers sent out the following letter on The Habit Weekly.Read More ›
Eric Peters has a talent for calling to lost and discarded things—as anyone who loves his music can attest. Turns out that gift extends beyond his skill as a songwriter. His photo collection in the recent re-publication of Far Side of the Sea: A Photographic Memory reflects twenty-five years’ worth of wandering and watching for fragments of civilization that the rest of the world has forgotten. Here, he gathers them like cast-off scraps and builds them into something new.Read More ›
I get a lot of questions about Rabbit Room membership—especially around this time of the year when the new mugs are going out. The term “membership” can come with a whole host of assumptions or misunderstandings. After all, we have gym memberships and club memberships, and the idea is often associated with some sort of exclusive access you can buy your way into. But at the Rabbit Room, we approach things with a different spirit. We chose the term “membership” intentionally back in 2013, and we want to take a moment to address what it means to be a Rabbit Room member.Read More ›
I now know three songs set to the tune of “Battle Hymn of the Republic.” The classic version published in 1862 is probably best known to all of us. I’ve sung it in triumphant chorus at church and later at West Point, where our starched uniforms with their flashy buttons lent us an extra (if unearned) level of pride in singing the military march. When I actually commissioned in the Army, I learned the tune better as the cadence “Blood Upon the Risers.”Read More ›
The time has come! The tenth anniversary of the great moot approaches. Speakers are readying their notes, decorations are being prepared, recipes are being set, and travel plans are being laid. Next month, folks from all across and outside the country gather together around a common vision: to celebrate the gospel through the lenses of music, art, and story, and to take that experience back to inspire their own communities.Read More ›
A few weeks ago, I finally sat down and listened to Breaking Benjamin’s latest album Ember, and it has since become one of my favorite albums. Something fundamental clicked into place for me with this piece, and I’ve been trying for the last few weeks to unravel exactly what that is.Read More ›
The longing for community is a deep and personal one. Each of us comes to the subject bearing the burden of our own experiences and the weight of our own wounds. If there’s a way to encapsulate all that complexity with tact, grace, and truth, I’d love to find it, but for now, I’d simply like to have a conversation.
So, let’s talk about “the Inner Ring.”Read More ›
The Christmas season is filled with imagery of Jesus as a helpless infant, and with good reason. There is not enough wonder, surprise, and praise to match the occurrence of God incarnate deigning to appear in the world as a baby, of all things. How magnificently ridiculous it is to think of the infinite and incomprehensible choosing to wrap itself in rolls of pudgy flesh and set itself in the arms of people like you and me.