I listen to Jars of Clay for a depressing-Christian musical interlude.
I turn to Caedmon’s Call for happy-Christian times.
I think I do this because I listened to Jars of Clay when I was most severely depressed (at 15) and, on the other hand, because Caedmon’s Call lyrics present a strict predestinationism, and it makes me happy to think that I’m not responsible for my own actions.
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Sometimes I think I might have to fight Carl for the "other you" status. I completely agree on both of these. I packed up nearly all of my CCM - but I do still occasionally listen to these two, for exactly the reasons you described - especially the first Jars album and 40 Acres.
Yep.
Those are the exact albums I'm referring to.
Also, FYI Jenny D, I sent you a partial "smartass" package the other day (Thurs) by first-class mail, so it should be arriving sometime. It's insufficient, but when I get my sh*t together, you'll get the rest of it, you smart alec, you.
Also, speaking of Jenny D, I picked up a book thinking it was a book on which an epiphany movie (think friend Ben) was based. It turned out to be a really great book despite not being in any way related to Ben's gift, and the author spends some time fishing on a boat called the Jenny D. I was thinking of recommending it to you anyway, so here it is: "Without a Map" by Meredith Hall, an autobiography about a teen who gave her baby up for adoption in the mid-60's.
when i met jess, she was listening to jars of clay all the time, and i could just think of you...
I got it today! But I haven't watched it yet.
Yes, Jenny is apparently a popular boat name (think Forrest Gump.) :)
Also, might I suggest delivering the rest of the smart-ass package in person? I have a Spare Oom that loves company... :)
Hmm. I will actually consider coming to New Jersey -- though I feel I should bring along P.C. for comfort and support and someone to badmouth NJ to, constantly, under my breath, and that would mean coming on a Wed night/Thurs. which would be weird for a working person's schedule.
You say, Jenny D, what works for you.
(And Christina, I hope Jess wasn't too depressed at the time...But maybe Jars of Clay aren't depressed music for everyone.)
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