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The Season of Singleness Part 6 (Temptation)

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Paint Your Prayers

"There is nothing else in the world to paint except G_d"

Part I.

Our petitions and praises are often spoken, written, and even sung, but rarely do you see them put to canvas. In December of 2008, David Tibet, the spiritually-charged artist and curator of the band Current 93, showcased "Invocation of Hallucinatory Mountain (Some Gnostic Cartoons)," a gallery of his artwork comprised entirely of prayers from scripture.

Tibet, like his band and his art, is dark and beyond peculiar. The latest Current 93 record, Aleph at Hallucinatory Mountain, is rife with haunting imagery, with a cast of musicians that ranges from a rock stars to a porn star. The amalgamation of players and Tibet's stark, obsessive visions make for a confounding listen, marrying the likes of both the spiritual and the pagan. His roots originate from various occult and other religions, but today he identifies himself as a Christian; though the term is generally tethered to words such as "mysticism," "eschatological" and "apocalyptic."

I would not recommend the breadth of Current 93's catalog to the faint of heart since much of his songs employ lurid and downright bewildering lyrics. But, if you take Tibet at face value, he is undoubtedly sincere in all of his work-- the bulk of which edifies Christ.

Additionally, the discipline of painting your prayers to G_d is an infinitely beautiful expression of worship. Of the more brilliant paintings featured includes portrait of Satan depicted by writing the word "liar" in cursive thousands of times. (Superb!) I glean a great deal from Tibet's of uncompromising exultation and adoration of Christ, particularly with the use of brushstrokes. We should all look to champion innovative ways to make much of our savior and redeemer.

Part II.

The Way of Holiness

Recently I have been reflecting on a message Robert Gelinas gave at the Renovare International Conference this year.  Gelinas spoke about holiness and how we often misunderstand holiness today.  Godly holiness, he said, is a way of delight, not legalism.  He used two stories from Greek mythology to make his point. 

In Greek mythology, the Sirens were bird-like women who lived on an island surrounded by rocks and cliffs.  They sang beautiful songs that would lure any men within earshot to shipwreck on the island.

In the Odyssey, Odysseus wants to hear the Sirens’ legendary song, so he orders his men to tie him to the mast of his ship and fill their ears with beeswax.  As they neared the island, Odysseus could hear the Sirens, and he was filled with a desire to go toward them.  He began to scream at his men to set a course for the island.  With ears full of beeswax, the sailors were deaf to both his pleas and the Sirens’ song, so they kept their heads down and sailed on. Seeing that they were not responding, Odysseus began to struggle with his bonds trying to free himself so that he might jump overboard and swim to the Sirens.  But his bonds held tight, and his men sailed on until they were clear of the dangerous song.

This is how I use to approach holiness.  I saw it as a battle.  I told myself I needed to keep my head down, soldier on, and fight for every inch while doing everything I could to ignore the siren song of sin.  I basically thought it was my responsibility to manage my behavior and produce a life of holiness. 

But a better metaphor for holiness found in the story of Jason and the Golden Fleece.  Jason and his men did not use beeswax and rope to avoid the sirens.  Jason was told that Orpheus, a brilliant musician, would be necessary for a successful journey.  As they approached the Sirens, Orpheus began to play a song more beautiful that that of the Sirens. As a result, the Sirens’ song had no influence over Jason and his men, and they sailed on safely.

This is the real way of holiness.  The way of holiness is not the way of white knuckles.  The way of holiness is the more beautiful way.  Recently I have been seeing the result of this kind of holiness in my life.  There are times in my life when I neglect the disciplines, times when I wander off the path of my rule of life.  I am finding that I am not called back by guilt or shame but by a glimpse of and a desire for the way of holiness.  It comes in a song, a message, a book, the beauty of nature, or a relationship.  I catch a glimpse of the life I desire, the life that I know I was created by God to live or the person I know He created me to be.  That glimpse draws me back to my rule, and I find holiness not in a legalistic struggle to achieve it but in my desire to return to the delight I find abiding in the true vine.

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The Flawed and Unexpected Journey of Balley: Part 3

Part 3:
This is part 3 in The Flawed and Unexpected Journey of Balley. Part 1 was published on August 17.  Part 2 was published on August 21.

Balley arrived by wooden boat on the island, the home of the Island Beauties.

The most striking and beautiful people in the kingdom, the Island Beauties resided on a private strip of land in the middle of the sea, sequestering themselves from anyone not as beautiful as themselves. And beautiful they were, like none other in the kingdom.  The men were tall, dashing, and muscular, more sculpture than human, like they were chiseled out of marble. The women had skin like dolls and bodies like rivers, elegantly bending and curving in all the right places. 

Balley nestled her wooden boat onto the shore, and stepped onto the white-hot beach, eager to dance for the Island Beauties, hopeful still that they might find her dance acceptable, hopeful that her dance might bring joy to their island and hearts.  As if they knew she was coming, the Beauties came striding together—out from the oaks and palms, down from the hills and cliffs, and up from the valleys and streams—smiling warm smiles, eager to meet and greet their visitor.

One of the Beauties, a tall woman with long, golden hair, stepped forward in the sand, barely leaving a footprint her.

“You’ve come to dance for us, young dancer, true?” Her voice sounded like milk, soft and creamy, and without any defects at all.

Balley nodded her head, and curtsied to the milky voice Beauty, then to the others. Looking down at her feet and preparing to dance, she noticed her big toe poking through her left, black slipper.  The hole was tearing more and more, and soon another toe would peak out. Balley raised her thin hands into the air, when—

“That won’t be necessary, I’m afraid,” Balley dropped her hands, and the Beauty with the milky voice continued, “You see, no matter how wonderful your dance is, it will never be acceptable to me.  It will never be acceptable to any of us.” She waived her attractive hands towards the other Beauties. “Your dance will never bring joy to this place because no matter how beautiful your dance is…you, yourself, are not nearly beautiful enough.  You aren’t beautiful enough to dance for us. You—living in your flawed skin, your unremarkable body, your altogether forgettable hair, and your dirty, tattered slippers, black tutu, tights, and leotard. You don’t belong here amongst us beauties, so never mind the dance.”

The sound of the crystal blue water lapping against the shore was now the only sound in Balley’s ears.  She dropped her arms, and walked back to her wooden boat, the hole in her slipper growing just a little bit more with every step.  Climbing in, she grabbed hold of the oars, gripping them tightly. As the Island Beauties disappeared back into the island, the milky-voiced Beauty said,

“Young Dancer! I think I know someone that may find your dance acceptable.  Well, I suppose it’s two people, actually. Go to the Witch and the Sorceress. Your dance might bring them joy.”

Balley forced a smile, and with her remaining determination, began rowing back over the water towards the kingdom mainland, off to see the Witch and the Sorceress. Through the rising, hostile waves she rowed, and as the water poured over the sides of her fragile boat, she felt the water pouring into her fragile soul too.  She felt  her heart beginning to drown, her hope that anyone might take joy in her dance sinking quickly to the bottom of that crystal blue sea… 

A Great post by Bill Donahue (the God-Father of Group life at Willow)

Today I came across this post by Bill Donahue.  Bill has a tremendous mind and heart when it comes to the future of the church, and this post is something that we (Axis) have to continue to fight for!  

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"I find myself rebelling more and more against the heirarchy and the manipulation that is often disguised as leadership. I am finding a deeper longing for a more communal life and ministry, a Church that cares more about sinners at the margin than marginalizing sinners. A Church that restores the wayward -- members and leaders alike -- instead of throwing them on the streets because of "moral failure." Hey--we do not have moral failures. We ARE moral failures--all of us. Flawed is the new Perfect! (that's a title for one of the sessions at our October 24 GroupLife Event). And it is time for Grace to reign supreme. Which is all the more reason to remove the Church from the tyranny of hierarchy and return it to the level ground of community. A place where we can call one another to holiness and restore one another from the pit of despair, sin and darkness.

It is a beautiful thing to watch a community bring hope to those who long to repent and be renewed and restored. But too often they find little more than guilt and shame at the hands of people who view their own sins as lesser evils, and who create places for "those people" or "that leader" to go to for healing from their "addiction" or problem. Such zealots place the Church in grave danger--as they always have. They want a "pretty" Church not a pure Church. They are obsessed with promoting their "brand" instead of protecting the Bride. But the real Church -- the community characterized as glorious ruins-- is a work in progress, and her servant-leaders are humble failures pointing others to the same GRACE they themselves so desparately need. That is the community I long for; that is the Church we must all become. And each little flock, each little community has the privilege to be a place of restorative Grace to that end"

for more visit http://www.willowcreek.com/grouplife/

The Season of Singleness Part 5 (Are you living or existing?)

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Are you a community builder or destroyer?

This morning I was reading through Scot McKnights blog at http://blog.beliefnet.com/jesuscreed/ one of the best blogs on the planet.  Scot discussed some quotes from Dietrich Bonhoeffer incredible book "Life Together".  Below is the quote that really hit me this morning.  So are you a Community Builder or Destroyer?

"Those who love their dream of a Christian community more than the Christian community itself become destroyers of that Christian community even though their personal intentions may be ever so honest, earnest, and sacrificial."

Those who dreams of this idealized community demand that it be fulfilled by God, by others, and by themselves.

Please share your thoughts?

-Jon Peacock

Dancing, Part 1: New Moves

My father-in-law Danny is a dancer. His hobby started with line dancing and two-step, but now includes swing, salsa, ballroom… If there’s a class on it, he’s probably taken it. And while Danny’s certainly the dancing king, his whole family dances. You see, my husband’s grandparents owned a roller rink that doubled as a dance hall, so not only does his whole family do country dancing together, most of them can do the dances on rollers skates—gracefully even—which is amazing to watch.

My family does not dance much. So eight years ago, I came into our marriage armed with the simplistic dance moves I picked up at junior high dances and had perfected by Prom. I like dancing and I am not without rhythm (though at times I am without confidence), but I don’t know a lot of dances that require specific steps. But when we visit Danny, everyone dances, and I love it. It’s a fun and easy way to connect to Ben’s family and it’s an adventure. It’s almost impossible not to have fun around Ben’s dad. The thing about Danny though is that while he is an amazing, even award-winning dancer, he doesn’t exactly slow down well. So when I dance with Danny, I have to be prepared to be dragged around the floor some. It’s exhilarating—sometimes exhausting—and I’d never trade it for a seat on the sidelines.

This is an excellent metaphor for my life these days. I’m on this new adventure with God, which is amazing, but I don’t know all the steps yet so some of the turns are pretty jarring. I’m loving the dance but I’d also like to keep my shoulder properly located. I don’t often wish for the sidelines. But I am looking forward to a time when I’m moving more gracefully. In the meantime, I'm trying to watch carefully and  to learn the new rhythms of my life. Then it's time to breathe deeply, rehydrate, and get back out there.

What you didn't know about Sen. Ted Kennedy

I just came across this blog article by Alexander Mooney on what most people did not know about Sen. Ted Kennedy and thought there is something we can learn from the leadership from Reagan and the way that he related to Ted despite their differences.

 

Nancy Reagan illuminates Kennedy-Reagan friendship

Posted: August 27th, 2009 09:51 AM ET

From CNN Ticker Producer Alexander Mooney

Ted Kennedy and Ronald Reagan forged a strong friendship.

(CNN) — It was a surprising, little-known Washington pairing: Liberal icon Ted Kennedy and conservative stalwart Ronald Reagan were actually quite close, former first lady Nancy Reagan told CNN Monday.

"Most people didn't realize the friendship, or didn't accept it, or didn't know about the friendship," Mrs. Reagan told CNN's Larry King. "You know, Ronny was so identified with the Republican Party. And Teddy obviously with the Democrat Party. But that doesn't make any difference, Larry, really. It shouldn't make any difference. I'm afraid it does now, but it shouldn't."

Mrs. Reagan also said the two men were happy to lend a hand to each other, either privately or publicly. In 1985 then-President Reagan even spoke at a fundraising event for the John. F. Kennedy Memorial Library in McLean, Virginia after Ted Kennedy asked him to.

"Teddy had asked Ronny to speak…he did, very happily," Mrs. Reagan said.

Mrs. Reagan also said the two men were drawn to each other's firm commitments to their own beliefs.

"They both had very definite opinions about things. It was a wonderful, wonderful friendship," she said.

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The Season of Singleness Part 4 (our highest viewed video of all time, click and see why)

The Season of Singleness (our highest viewed video yet, watch and find out why) from Axis on Vimeo.

Quick Preview of Gary Hamel's New Book

"The Future of Management" by Gary Hamel

I just got done talking about this book for the last hour with my good friend Craig Springer.  Gary Hamel was hands down the most interesting speaker and communicator at the past Summit, not to take credit away from the other outstanding speakers. 

Hamel seemed to stand out from the pack by delivering profound insight and ideas into what the future of the church could look like.  His recent book "The Future of Management" provides case studies of Gore, Google, and Whole Foods as well as tons of insight into how "we're" still leading like we did during the industrial revolution.  CRAZY!

That said pick this book up if your into business, leadership, future of the Church, or mustaches. (Gary happens to have the most amazing stache I've seen in years)

If you have read this book please add some comments or ways this book challenged you. I'd love to learn from you!

My favorite quote at this point was when he said "commit to revolutionary goals but take evolutionary steps".

Chew on that for a while.

-Jon Peacock

Singleness-On How To Land the Perfect Partner

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Mother Teresa's ministry continues

I shared in one of my classes today that there was a study done at Harvard of a group of people from various religious/non-religious settings.  They tested their Immunoglobin A levels before showing a video of an interview of Mother Teresa and then tested their Immunoglobin levels afterwards.  Across the board, atheist, agnostic, Protestant, Jew, Catholic....everyone in the study group showed an increase in their immune levels after watching the video.  What struck me about this study is that even though some of the people in this test group did not believe in God it was evident that they were dramatically impacted by the love of Christ coming through Mother Teresa. A time tested truth hits home again: when people encounter real love they are changed. This is a lesson I needed to be reminded of daily... Telling of God's love is important. Being the face of God's love is what will change the world.

Walking Free Intro (A 13 Week Video Series on Addiction)

Walking Free Intro (a 13 week video series on Addiction) from Axis on Vimeo.

Thoughts on the Fear of God

What is the fear of God?  I’ve struggled with this concept for a long time now.  I’ve heard all of the classic responses.  “It really means to be in awe of God” or “it’s just an understanding of God’s power.”  But more and more I think the fear of God is actually the fear of myself in the presence of God.

A couple weeks ago while I was in CT I bought a new journal.  Journaling is a very important spiritual discipline for me and is the way that I slow myself down to interact with God.  Some of my most precious moments have been with my journal and  I had intentionally gone to CT knowing I needed to take time to slow down, be with God, and journal.

But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. 

I couldn’t slow down.  I didn’t take time to journal.  It was like I was afraid of something.  It was like I was afraid of God.

But as I dug a little beneath the surface I realized it wasn’t God I was afraid of, it was me.  I was afraid of the exposure that comes from slowing down and sitting in God’s presence.  I was afraid of what He might say, what He might reveal.  I was afraid of myself, in the presence of God.

I doubt that that is the true theological meaning of “the fear of God’ but I think it’s a fear a lot of us have.  I think many of us are afraid of what happens when we honestly bring ourselves to God because there is a raw holiness to God’s presence that calls out everything else.  The phrase “Purify by Fire” comes to mind. 

That’s really what prayer, communion with God, should feel like.  It should feel like we are being purified by fire.

Too often I think we turn to God to feel good about ourselves, to unload our burdens without ever allowing Him to engage us, without ever vulnerably exposing ourselves as to a loved one.  I don’t think that’s what God wants.  I think He wants us to openly and authentically bring our full selves to him.  When we do that we will sometimes hit patches of fire.  He’ll sometimes draw us into hard places.  I really think that if we don’t have some level of fear when we come to God then we might be missing out on what God actually wants.  We might not actually be engaging the God we think we are.

I’m not saying prayer will always be a traumatic experience that will never be enjoyed.  Some of the most peaceful, joy-filled moments of my life have been when I’ve felt God by my side.  But there are also times when I enter into His presence with fear and trembling because I know that in the fire of His holiness my impurities will be burned.

The Single Life Part 2 (Deeper Desires) by Devon Noonan

The Single Life part 2 (deeper desires) by Devon Noonan from Axis on Vimeo.

The Single Life by Devon Noonan

The Single Life from Axis on Vimeo.

just walk across the room

last night i decided to pick up a book that i read a few months ago, “Just walk across the Room” By Bill Hybels. this book is really a great tool in discerning steps on how to literally walk across the room and begin talking with someone and how that conversation could potentially change their lives forever.

early in the book, Hybels brings up people. how people were Jesus’ one thing, and honestly, they still very much are. people who are broken, in fear, depressed, hopeless. and then Hybels brings up a story in John 8 from the Bible.

“Jesus Forgives an Adulterous Woman”

Christ appeared at the temple courts to do some teaching and along came some Pharisees with a woman who was just caught in the act of Adultery, such an offense has some serious punishment attached to it, including Stoning, which is what the Pharisees intention with this woman are.

at this point the pharisees are trying to trick Jesus into making a decision that will break him. they want an excuse to acuse him of his claim of being the Messiah. so they leave the decision up to Jesus - to stone or not to stone? if Jesus says to let her go, he could be blamed for going against the law. but if he chooses to stone her, he could be blamed for being unmerciful. so Jesus poses a question/statement that pretty much floors the Pharisees and i love the way that Hybels writes it…

“i assume your going to stone her. so if thats true, then lets at least bring some order to the process. go ahead and stone her, but lets just form a line, and those of you with no sin, you get to be at the front of the line, you throw your rocks first.”

at this, the Pharisees drop their rocks and walk away. im sure they were pretty upset they couldnt participate in some good ol’ fashion stoning on such a beautiful day. it was probably a monday.

Jesus then finds himself alone with the woman. in reality, he has every right to accuse her of the acts of adultery she has committed but scripture teaches us something different. to love.

that such an opportunity as this is an opportunity to simple love and extend a hand of mercy and grace - especially from the man who is God turned flesh. how beautiful a picture this is. we arent here to condemn people. we have all made poor decisions in our life, no matter how big or small they were.

we were all int he same situation. in need of a savior to redeem us and forgive us of our sins.

then Jesus says in 8:11 “go now and leave your life of sin” and Hybels adds, “start living a brand-new life today! dont fall back into your sinful habits, i will help you live a new life starting right here, right now.”

and through all of this, when God presents us with similar opportunities to restore rather than condemn, we all grow a deeper understanding of why we are here on this world at this moment in time and how good it feels to be in the hands of such a redeemer like our Father.

this isnt quite a book review, i wish it was, but im really no good at things like that. this is just something that really blessed me when i read it. but this whole book is really great, especially if you are a fan of Bill Hybels, what i love most about this book is that i can hear him speaking while i am reading it. love it.

live love.

Jon Peacock Turns 30!!!

well I thought I would let you all know that it has finally happened.  I am now 30 as of a few hours ago.  Its crazy to be in a different decade and to be honest I feel so much more wise then yesterday.

All that to say I just wanted to wish myself a happy birthday.......so Jon Happy Bday!

-Jon Peacock

The Flawed and Unexpected Journey of Balley: Part 2

This is part 2 in The Flawed and Unexpected Journey of Balley. Part 1 was published on August 17.

Balley was a dreamer, a wide-eyed girl who hopelessly believed that it was possible to experience more than what so many settled for.  For her, life was not treading water. For her, life was a musical jungle to be climbed and explored.  There were wild vines from which to swing, beasts to meet, to greet, mysteries to be chased, and treasure to be found, drunk and given to others. That is why she danced.  In dancing, she tasted that musical jungle. She danced because she knew she was meant to do it…she just didn’t know whom for.  Not yet, anyway. She stepped out of the palace and into the frenzied Kingdom plaza.  It was packed with vendors, patrons, and carefree citizens. A rubber faced, portly man resembling the sharp red apples that he sold, shouted to no one in particular. A black and bronze swirled horse, with an oddly short tail, trotted lightly by the tavern, kicking up dirt and mud into the air. Three women reading classic novels, walked shoulder-to-shoulder, laughing, and whispering to one another as they turned the pages. 

Balley glanced around the plaza, before an egg-shaped building caught her eyes. In the corner of the plaza it rose, clean, precise, and pure, transparent on all it’s curvy sides, and entirely floating above the ground. From where Bally stood she could see through it, as if there were no outside walls at all.  Inside, she saw people hustling up and down the pearl-colored stairs. Others scribbled onto paper and dropped the notes into a box at the base of two intimidating, interior doors, on top of which sat a sign, “The Duke of Morality is in.”Balley approached the egg-building and, as a leaf, she floated up to the front door. Turning the knob, she entered.  She looked up the stairs, watching the people, and staring through the transparent external walls at the people and trees outside.  Cautiously, she approached the interior doors that from the inside were even larger than they looked before.

“Why are you here?” A bald man in a priest’s collar looked down at Balley. “Are you here to see the Duke?”

Balley nodded her head, nervously clutching at her black, tattered tutu.

“I see,” the man said, nodding slowly and pouting his lips, “you’ve come to dance for the Duke.”

Balley nodded once more.

“Well, young dancer, I hope he finds joy in it. I hope, for your sake, that he finds your dance acceptable. Proceed.”

With his eyes, he motioned towards two boys in pearly-white suits. They grabbed hold of a slender and silky rope and with a tug, the doors opened.  Balley walked into the room, which was surprisingly tiny, bare, and dark, lit only by the modest flickering of chandeliers and amber torches mounted on the walls.  At the head of the room, sat a man with greased, black hair.  It was so black it almost vanished into the darkness around it. He leaned his elbows onto a wooden table, facing the wall, so all Balley could see of him was his backside. 

“Young dancer.” Without turning around, he breathed deeply and sat up. “Young dancer.”  He slowly rotated on his wooden stool, folding his arms tight across his chest. “I am the Duke of Morality and you are here to dance.”

The light now caught his face. He was very thin, with a pointed, chiseled jaw, like a statue that belonged atop a cathedral.  His eyes were something off the bottom of the ocean, two lifeless stones from an unexplored cavern.  He didn’t come close to smiling, but he didn’t frown either.  His expression was simply there.  It just was, like it was treading water.

“Well? Dance then, but I pray that this dance will not offend. I sincerely pray that it will bring joy to me, that it will be a highly moral dance.  I pray that it will not be as reprehensible and as deplorable as so many other things that I have heard about and seen.”

Balley looked upward into the candles softly glowing on the ceiling, and rose up onto her toes.  Pausing for a moment, she held her position. Then she held it for a moment more, waiting, building. Then she exploded off the floor.  She danced with passion and soul, as she never had before.  Into the air she flew, higher and higher and down to the ground she settled gently. Her limbs were liquid, flowing around her.  Her face and body shone through her black tattered, tights and leotard as she twisted and curled.  Her dance was colorful and magnificent, but mid-dance the Duke breathed heavily and in a loud, frozen voice said,

“Stop. Stop, young dancer.” Again, he breathed deeply, arms folded across his chest.  The Duke spun slowly around on his stool, so his back was, yet again, all Balley saw. “This dance is an immoral dance. It is offensive and unsafe.  It is wrong. It is too wild and free.  And it brings me no joy.  Young dancer, this dance of yours is unacceptable.”

Balley now felt only heaviness.  From the wall mounted torches and the ceiling chandeliers, guilt and shame dripped and then poured, falling onto Balley’s lips, like streams of wax from a thousand candles.  It dripped and poured onto her heart and into her mind. She felt dirty, but the kind of dirty that no amount of soap could cure.

“I never want to see this immoral dance again,” the Duke said, “but-” he breathed heavily, inhaling and exhaling, “perhaps the island beauties will find this dance acceptable.  Perhaps, young dancer, they will find joy in it.”

As Balley turned, the torches and chandeliers began to fade.  The room grew darker and as she dragged her feet towards the massive doors, she wondered how such a moral man could be so empty and joyless, why a man who lived his life to honor morality lived in such a dark place. She wondered why the Duke was, in reality, a slave. And then she realized that perhaps morality was not who she was meant to dance for, and she wondered if the island beauties might be.  She wondered if they might find joy in her dance.  She hoped that they would…

Is Heaven now or later?

Is Heaven a place? Is Heaven here or later? from Axis on Vimeo.

The Greatest Wedding Entrance of All Time!!

Amazing Video of Emmanual Jal at TED

Is it a girl or guy?

I just came across this story today.  Something that is really sad.  

South African Caster Semenya recent winner of the women's 800 metres world title could keep her title even if she fails a gender test, but thats the point!  Fellow athletes are testifying that she is in fact not a she but a he!  This is crazy!

I'd love to hear your thoughts.  What do you think should happen?