Oh My Love, Won't You Sing Along?

I was in a coffee shop when I first saw his face--on a free music download card.  He looked like he was laughing to himself, which is always a good sign in my opinion.  I picked up the card with his name and the title of the song--Greg Laswell, "How the Day Sounds"--and ever since then, we've been friends.  He doesn't know that, except that I told him both times I actually met him.  But he's always had a knack for singing the music of my soul.  Melancholic and poetic, songs that rise like the tide and spin and twist and come back down.  

Friday night I went to his concert and stood front and center as he played.  Afterwards, I shook his hand, had him sign the free download card I picked up over three years ago, and chatted with him.  It didn't feel like he was an idol, but a human being, an artist like me, someone who strives to turn the pain into something beautiful, and then shares it so that others can appreciate it and know that they are not alone.  It reminds me once again that this whole human experience connects us so that no man is an island--when one of us knows pain, truth, or beauty, we all share it in communion with one another, and so we share it with Christ.

I love how quirky this video is.  And. . .is that Elijah Wood?