Poetry without words

We just got back from downtown, we had all gone to an English worship service that Ja has connections with. It was ok but I dunno maybe its something with me but parts of it felt really insincere. I guess it just really bothers me when people tell me im not worshiping because I refuse to degrade my personal worship with a dance that I neither know or want to participate in. These things would have felt really normal to me a few years back but I haven't really had to deal with it in so long it was like a ghost from the past that was very unwelcome. Past the objections with the manner in which the music was lead the rest of it was good. The message was simple but well laid out and the people were great.

After Newsong we went to the most incredible jazz bar for dinner. It did kind of bother me that we were sitting in a bar and I wasn't allowed to have a beer, but it was worth it. The bar had a beautiful smokey depth to its decor. The walls were strewn with of modern art but it mingled with ancient horns and tins. The band was great; something in Jazz music just doesn't translate to a recording. All the notes are still there but it just doesn't capture the soul and heart behind them completely. Listening to it was like poetry with no words, it skipped language and went strait into you.

Adding that ontop of a pair of really relaxing days and this has to be one of my highest points in the trip so far. The last few days I've been able to really feel like I was accomplishing things as well. Within my self and exterior things. But at the same time as I wright these words I can feel the chaos behind the curtain. Pray for peace and continued growth, but internal and with furthering my goals here in Thailand.