Feels like you’re miles from here, in other towns with lesser names. Where the unholy ghost doesn’t tell Mary or William exactly what they want to hear. You remember the house on Ridge Road told you and the Devil to both just leave me alone. If this is salvation, I can show you the trembling. You’ll just have to trust me. I’m scared.
I am the patron saint of lost causes. Aren’t we all to you just near lost causes? Aren’t we all to you just lost
Tommy, you left behind something that will mean everything right before you die. What if you gained the whole world? You’ve already lost four little souls from your life. Widows and orphans aren’t hard to find. They’re home missing daddy who’s saving the abandoned tonight. Wish your drinking would hurry and kill you. Sympathy’s better than having to tell you the truth.
That you are the patron saint of lost causes. All you are to them is now a lost cause. All you are to them is now, causes.
Billy, don’t you understand? Timothy stood as long as he could and now you made his faith disappear. More like a magician and less like a man of the cloth. We’re not questioning God. Just those he chose to carry on His cross. We’re no better, you’ll see. Just all of us, the lost causes.
Aren’t we all to you just lost causes? Are we all to you lost? Lost causes So all we are to you, Is all we are, is all we are All we are is all we are
Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? (Lost causes, all we are is all we are) Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? (To you, lost…)
Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?
Take what you will, what you will And leave. Could you kill, could you kill me If the world was on fire and nothing was left but hope or desire And take all that I could bring forth, is this hell Or am I on the floor over-desperate? Hold hands streaming of blood again? And then take full weight of me Guard my dreams, figure this out, It’s me on my own. Helpless, hurting, hell Will you stay strong as you promised? Cause I’m stranded and bare. Meanness is washed up in all that I am is God. Take this and all, Then grace takes me to a place Of the father you never had Ripping and breaking and tearing apart This is not heaven This is my hell.
The season is upon us once again and we at Hopeful Productions would like to invite you to attend the third annual Hopeful Christmas party to be held at YMCA HQ Leederville on Saturday December 3rd.
We are pleased to announce that AMANDA MERDZAN, ALEX & ROSS CONRADIE, VON HEART & KALLAN PHILLIPS + more tba will be performing throughout the night to bring you both good tidings and joy.
As we all know, Christmas is a time to be filled with hope and to show love. We would like to invite you to purchase a childrens book or toy to bring along to donate towards The Smith Family Christmas appeal. All donations will be given to financially disadvantaged families throughout Australia to bring some hope to their Christmas morning.
So there it is! Don your Santa hearts, escape the Christmas sales, avoid yet another re-run of Tim Allen’s ‘Santa Clause’ and help us bring some joy to children across the country.
Love. We are all born with a great desire to love and a great desire to receive it. It is there as we live our lives with our families. As we live our lives among friends and strangers. And we look into comfortable situations and the things we already know to get it. And we focus too much on receiving love instead of our ability to give it.
We cannot wait any longer. This world needs people who have come alive. This world needs people who love, this world needs people who are hungry to pour out. Every day, this world needs people. The world is broken and we are all broken with it. Maybe we need to remember what we’re here for. We are here for our brothers and sisters. And if we forget that… if we forget that then maybe sometimes I think that we have forgotten our purpose. This world is in need of so much love. This world is in need. This world needs so much and we have the tools to offer it.
We train ourselves to look past the needs of others, and we only think about ourselves. Consumed with our own lives, going through the same routines. Sometimes we forget about the stranger. About the person next to us on the bus, the person sitting across us in class, the person we work with. About the stranger sitting on the road. We forget about these people. We forget that they matter, like we matter. They matter just as much.
We exist for the world around us. We exist to love. We exist to live a life of adventure of risk of stepping out every single day to meet the need of a stranger. We exist not to be comfortable, but to throw ourselves in uncomfortable situations where His strength and His love can be revealed. This is our moment, where heaven and our hearts collide. This is our moment to step out to pour out to believe that we can make a difference. The message is simple- love.
These three things remain… faith, hope, and love. And the greatest of this is love.
Our friends Joel and Chad from To Write Love on Her Arms have arrived, For This Cause are mid-flight on their way to sunny Perth and our team is ready for a week of celebrating and sharing a message of hope and love.
I have such an excitement for what’s going to happen this week, I mean, we have planned out the events, printed our schedules, but that’s not what excites me. What excites me is the stories we are going to hear this week, stories of despair and hope, stories of brokenness and healing. I am so excited for what we don’t know about this week, what is unplanned and unanticipated.
Four schools. One club. One bar. One church. One underage. Three interviews.
I have to see hope come through this week. I have to.
“It’s like there was this love that we once knew, that we knew so well, and somewhere along the line we let it go.
It’s like something inside us knows that it’s missing and we are constantly searching for it.
A love so profound that our lives have become focused on finding it once again.”—T
Some say that life is game, a competition that has winners and losers. I believe that life is a journey that simply has travelers. We are thrown into this world kicking and screaming and somewhere along the lime we find our way and life slowly starts making sense. We have our ups and downs, but it’s all part of the journey.
Start conversations with 5 different people. Between your phone contacts, your facebook, e-mail, twitter and tumblr I’m sure you have at least 5 people that you could talk to, nothing deep, just someone that you can say hi to and talk about the weather.
You’ll find it won’t take long before you don’t feel so alone anymore, I know how your thoughts can turn on you when you feel alone.
And just maybe, you might just brighten someone else’s day.
“There is enough fear, hate and apathy in our world that love has become a rebellion. And any rebellion will not succeed without unity and passion for the cause. It’s a hard fight, but a good fight.”—hopefulproductions.com.au (via ohtobeadreamer)