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Name: carl
Country: Chile
Metro: Santiago
Birthday: 10/13/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: PEDRO THE LION.
David Bazan.
TW Walsh.
U2.
CS Lewis.
Jimmy Eat World.
BOOKS: Killing Bono, Walk on: The Spiritual Journey of U2, THE MESSAGE, Catcher in the Rye, Mere X-tianity, Whats so amazing about Grace, Life after God, Tuesdays with Morrie
Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  carlbrengle
Member Since:
11/27/2004
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| Dear friends.
These days...when I finally get around to quieting down for some time away, some
time in prayer.... thoughts of thanks keep reeling...for the chance we somehow
still have to be doing whatever the heck it is we do.
We couldn't be more stoked for the stretch of shows ahead of us. When we last
left "home" back in June we knew we wouldn't return till December. This is the
very reason we quit everything....and to see it happening, borders on the
overwhelming.
The past month of shows has been bringing to life some of the new songs off the
new record: BECOME WHAT YOU BELIEVE (Aug 15). The many conversations that went
into the writing of it and my eagerness to share it with you....has me up late
on nites like this.
There is some sort of warm fire burning right now....inviting and welcoming us
into a new season of life. Where we take everything we've learned and have come
to BELIEVE....and we make it our own....we BECOME. The words BECOME WHAT YOU
BELIEVE cut me, personally....extremely deep. ....Here's the thing, I'm
wishy-washy like the worst of them. I'm constantly saying one thing and doing
another. I believe.....oh the good Lord knows I believe....but way too often
planet belief is light years from become. This new season is my struggle to
become what i believe.
I'd love to hear your stories....the things you've come to believe....the
struggles you have with becoming those things...the things you've grown away
from....your lack of belief in anything....your wandering desire to believe in
something. These conversations make it easier to know I'm not alone.
In the meantime I wish a blue-sky, 75 degree summer on all of you.
Recklessly....
Carl.Brengle | | |
| THROUGH PAINTED DESERTS...by Donald Miller.
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| I bought a book yesterday (a super thanks for the $5 mom!!!!). It had been
highly recommended by several folk I hold in high esteem. The author spoke
at the church I went to the first sunday I was in nashville and where in
originally I intended to just read the book in Borders, as I do often these
days, even after the "authors note" I knew I had to buy it. It'd be a
favorite of mine.
Here are a few words I stole from it....I think they have something in them
for you guys too (the words that are capped are now underlined in my copy):
"It is fall here now, my favorite of the four seasons. We get all four
here, and they come at us under the doors, in through the windows. One
morning you wake and need blankets; you take the fan out of the window to
see clouds that mist out by midmorning, only to reveal a naked blue
coolness like God yawning.
September is perfect in Oregon. The blocks line up like postcards and the
rosebuds bloom into themselves like children at bedtime. And in Portland we
are proud of our roses; year after year, we are proud of them....
...I come here to Palio Coffee....to this same table, and sit alongside the
giant window panes of glass. And it is like a movie out there....today
there is a man in shepherds clothes, a hippie, dirty, with a downed bike in
the circle lawn across the street....I wonder is he is happy, his blanket
strapped to the rack on his bike, HIS NO HOME, his no job. I wonder if he
has left because he hated it or because it hated him. IT IS TRUE SOME DO
NOT DO WELL WITH CONVENTIONAL LIFE. They think outside things and can't
make sense of following a line. They see no walls, only doors from open
space to open space, and from open space, supposedly, to the mind of God,
or at least this is what we hope for them, and what they hope for
themselves.
I remember the sweet sensation of leaving....Texas for who knows where. I
could not have known about this beautiful place, the Oregon I have come to
love....
....And I could not have known then that if I had been born here, I would
not have left here, gone someplace south to deal with horses, to get on
some open land where you can see tomorrows storm brewing over a high
desert. I could not have known then that everybody, EVERY PERSON, HAS TO
LEAVE, HAS TO CHANGE LIKE SEASONS; they have to or they die. The seasons
remind me that I keep changing, and I want to change because it is Gods
way. All my life I have been changing. I changed from a baby to a child,
from soft toys to play daggers. I changed into a teenager to drive a car,
into a worker to spend some money. I will change into a husband, to love a
woman, into a father to love a child, change houses so we are near water,
and again so we are near mountains, and again so we are friends, keep
changing with my wife, getting our love so it dies and gets born again and
again, like a garden, fed by four seasons, a cycle of change. Everybody has
to change, or they expire. Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave
their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons."
In reckless love...
Carl.Brengle
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| dear friends.
i spent christmas writing a story about our European endeavors. HM Magazine published it. if you are in that killing time online mode cause your bored in a small town...stuck deep in the middle of an early february week...then kill it at: http://www.hmmag.com
Recklessly...
carl.brengle
LAST TUESDAY
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| Welps its JANUARY 1st. im trying hard to not feel lame like this but it still feels like a fresh start. i thank God for seasons and for new years. Gods been at work in my heart pretty intensely over the past couple of months....it feels as though Gods toiling the ground and preparing me for something yet to come. im patiently awaiting,,,,in prayer and thought trying to figure out whats up.
Anyways....so i decided to stay in Portland Maine for New Years despite the uncelebratoriness of 31 year old sister and her hubby. Oddly i was the first to go to bed. The new year passed me by in my sleep. But we had sweet plans to catch the sunrise...so we all woke up at 6:30 and headed down to the water. It seemed mighty darn light outside as we made out drive through the gentle snow sprinkled roads. Hmmm....somehow we missed the sunset.
But its so good to be spending this change of the year with family. We are now drinking coffee and getting ready to go to church. My sister hasnt been into church for a crap long time now....but certain turns in her life are making her want to. im looking forward to checking out the place where she so far seems to enjoy.
Well anyways....i just really felt like sharing the ordinariness of my epic day in our human calendars. i really cant wait to see you all sooner.
The best to you in 06.
carl.brengle
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