Turkey Day.
Turkey is most glorified in you when you are most stuffed with it.
– RT @fakejohnpiper
Via: @Brad_Bell
Tweetsgiving.
Proof this is my first turkey: “What’s a roasting bag?”, “I can’t just cook it on a cookie sheet?”, “It has to cook 3.5 hours?! Drat.”
–RT @indianaadams
File Under: Also, rare I plug fashion blogs, but check out hers. I hear she’s big in Austin. And Texas is big. So that’s really big. (Not calling you fat, Indy.)
To stop the bleeding.
The recent issue of Rolling Stone has an article on featuring Jamie Tworkowski of To Write Love on Her Arms.
Their blog posted a really cool video and article about the photo shoot they did with people who’ve been affected by to work of TWLOHA.
File Under: He’s pretty tall.
Christmas in the house.
From Dylan’s new Christmas record, Christmas in the Heart.
File Under: I think I would totally love to go to this kind of a party. Provided it’s not my house.
Alice in creepy land.
Not to be confused with the trailer for the upcoming Tim Burton/Johnny Depp remake of Alice in Wonderland, Paramore’s music video for “Brick by Boring Brick”.
Pandora’s Google.
If you’ve yet to, you should check out Mystery Google.
It’s a pretty fun idea. It basically shows you the Google search whatever the person put in before you. (I guess it could get pretty sketchy, but I started typing things like “the Gospel”.) Enjoy.
Via: Mikkele.
What Christians like.
The uncanny Andrew Faris walked into my house today, and the first thing he said to me was, “Have you read the Challies post on the Ultimate Christian Novel?” He insisted that I, immediately, sit down and read it.
I don’t regret abiding.
Amish. Vampires. Of the Tribulation.
Run, don’t walk, to read this post.
Via: Faris.
On hope in hopelessness.
John Piper posted this to the Desiring God ministries blog.
It’s beautiful. I’ve been thinking a lot about prison ministry lately. Bearing in mind, it isn’t to call all ministry into question, but it’s strange to think how there can be a self-serving aspect to ministry. But in a place like prison, those things disappear. Because, by and large amid Joes-on-the-street, who really cares if a Death Row inmate meets Jesus? And to that end, it can be a real place where one could be truly “in secret”. Like a giant inner room. And you can be certain the door will be locked behind you.
It’s a pretty amazing to see the work, the restoration, even amid a place of sheer hopelessness. To see how God is working for “the least of these” (if you will).
Via: @desiringgod.
Word on the Street