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Music Revisited and Some Pictures

It has been a while since I blogged period, even longer since I blogged about the music I am listening to these days. Over a year ago I gave a list of the top 25 favorite songs on my iPod and then a list of the top 25 songs I actually listened to. I have been asked to do it again and I will do so as I have time during the next week.

My approach to music is much the same as my approach to all art: it should be experienced with a critical eye. Not critical as in putting it down and finding fault, but as in closely examining something. As Christians especially it is our responsibility to consider well what we expose ourselves to. Therefore we ask questions: Why do I like this song? What does it tell me about life, people, myself, the Lord, etc? What can I learn from it? What do I think about the way it makes me feel? And so on...you get the picture.

What I will do is post a list of the top 20 or so songs on my iPod that are my favorites. Last time I did not include Christmas music or classical music, but this time I will. I will reflect on what these particular songs mean to me personally. Then I will post my real to 20 favorite song list - the list of songs played most often on my iPod. If you use iTunes then you know it counts the number of times each song is played. The two lists will probably not be the same.

I encourage you to do the same thing. What are your favorite songs and what do they mean to you? I would love to hear your stories.

In the mean time...here is what most people really want...pictures of the kids.
Micheal feeding Buddy
Kathryn at 3 months



Michael and Uncle Neal


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