tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15733794.post2260255447414695092..comments2023-10-30T06:01:02.889-04:00Comments on don't call me Veronica: nywc: inspirations from audio adrenalinetonymyleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11396458619687708153noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15733794.post-87509607327424747532008-11-01T16:32:00.000-04:002008-11-01T16:32:00.000-04:00Very true. Just last week we spoke among our lead...Very true. Just last week we spoke among our lead team members how we all have more than a public life - we have a "public faith."<BR/><BR/>Along those lines, I want to proclaim right now (publicly) that I want to have greater compassion for the things I know I am ignorant of.tonymyleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11396458619687708153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15733794.post-60638163869931511652008-11-01T10:52:00.000-04:002008-11-01T10:52:00.000-04:00I remember going to a "My Utmost for His Highest" ...I remember going to a "My Utmost for His Highest" concert way back in the day, (anyone remember that compilation CD?) and Sandi Patty was on the list of performers. This was shortly after her divorce and remarriage. I did not want to hear from her, and I judged her harshly for what she did.<BR/><BR/>Then she spoke about how her sin weighed so heavily on her shoulders, how God was so gracious to bring her back to him, and I realized how horrible it was of me to think more of myself because my sin seemed less than hers.<BR/><BR/>It was a "defining moment". One I"ll never forget. I was young, and it was where I first realized that I put a Christian artist up on a pedestal and really, they are just like everyone else. The bleed, they hurt, they cry, they fall... just like the rest of us. They just have to do it in public.stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14760765831975016535noreply@blogger.com