Sunday, February 11, 2007

Can They Live?

Hello everyone! As a rule, we are not much into music videos or discussing our musical preferences with others (something that is OK for one person may not be OK for another...). The video below, however, is getting a pretty warm response from both mainstream and conservative Christians, so we thought we would share it on here. It is a very powerful song and video, so be prepared to cry!

The song is by a rap artist named Nick Cannon, but this particular song is more gospel than rap. It deals with his true story--his teen-mother made the decision to not abort him. The video is not graphic in any way, nor is the song obscene. It is simply beautiful! You'll understand if you watch it...

(The lyrics are after the video.)

Can I Live

I’m talking, mom, I know the situation is personal
But it’s something that has to be told
As I was making this beat
You was all I could think about
You heard my voice

Just think, just think…
What if you could just, just blink yourself away?
Just, just wait, just pause for a second
Let me plead my case

It’s the late seventies, you seventeen
And having me, that will ruin everything
It’s a lot of angels waiting on their wings
You see me in your sleep, so you can’t kill your dreams

Three hundred dollars, that’s the price of living?
Mommy, I don’t like this clinic
Hopefully you’ll make the right decision
And don’t go though with the knife decision

But it’s hard to make the right move when you in high school
Now you gotta work all day and take night school
Hopping on the bus and the rain is pouring
What you want, morning sickness or the sickness of mourning?
Can I live?

I’ll always be a part of you
Trust your soul, know it’s always true
If I could talk I’d say to you
Can I live?
Can I live?

I’ll always be a part of you
Trust your soul, know it’s always true
If I could talk I’d say to you
Can I live?
Can I live?

I’m a child of the King, ain’t no need to go fear me
And I see the flowing tears, so I know that you hear me
When I move in your womb that’s me being scary
‘Cuz who knows what my future holds?

The truth be told you ain’t told a soul
You ain’t even showing, I’m just two months old
Through your clothes try to hide me, deny me
Went up three sizes

Your pride got you lying, saying ain’t nothing but a migraine
It ain’t surprising you not trying to be in WIC food lines
Your friends look at you funny, but look at you mommy
That’s a life inside, take a look at your tummy

What is becoming, Ma? I’m Oprah bound
You can tell he’s a star from the ultrasound
Our spirits connected, doors open now,
Nothing but love and respect, thanks for holding it down
She let me live


It’s uplifting for real, y’all
I ain’t passing no judgement
Ain’t making no decisions
I’m just telling y’all my story

I love life, I love my mother for giving me life
We all need to appreciate life
And a strong woman who had to make a sacrifice

Thanks for listening…
Thanks for listening…
Momma, thanks for listening

Tuesday, February 06, 2007


This week, in a public speaking class I am taking, we are studying the "art" of listening. It is truly more complex than we often think of it. To really listen to someone--not just hear their words but understand what they are saying--it takes work. There are many things that obstruct communication-- conflicting noises and hard-to-ignore biases are very common.

The symbol above helps drive the point home. It is a Chinese verb meaning "to listen." It is constructed of four parts: undivided attention, ears, eyes and heart. This is a good reminder that it takes all of these to truly listen.

I'm going to practice listening this week--not just hearing, but really listening to what people say. You might want to try it to! -Steve

"The way of a fool seems right to him, but a wise man listens to advice." -Prov 12:15