We Don’t Know

They came one by one
and I saw it all, the whole village fall
They attacked father and son
and when they left there were none
except me and my camera lens
and all my family and friends

My brothers and their sisters, on the radio we hear your pleading voice
But oceans apart, we change the station for some other noise

Across the hills and across bodies of water
there danced bodies full of life, a husband and his sweet wife
Now lost from home is this man’s little daughter–
he’s a prince become pauper, no longer father–
but found is our locked front door
and the walls we put up by four

Strained is my neck
staring down at my desk
as these images flash on TV
They came one by one
for the father and his son
That might as well have been me

I don’t want to watch the news
seeing another war we might lose,
but I can’t hold my breath
Why is no one asking why
other people sin and other people die,
yet we’re the ones safe from death?

My brothers and their sisters, on the radio we hear your pleading voice
But oceans apart, we change the station for some other noise

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UNC’S Cameron Johnson to miss 4-6 weeks after NBA 2K18 loss

Graduate transfer Cameron Johnson injured from frustrating defeat by Theo Pinson in NBA 2K18. Pinson has struck twice now, causing Joel Berry II to sit out almost a month ago. (Photo: Jim Hawkins/Inside Carolina)

CHAPEL HILL, N.C. – Hours before North Carolina guard Joel Berry II returned to play against Bucknell Wednesday, guard Cameron Johnson went into surgery after suffering a torn meniscus in his left knee.

The cause of Berry missing four weeks, and now Johnson for a potential 4-6, is one in the same: NBA 2K18.

The graduate transfer from Pittsburgh apparently lost a game against teammate Theo Pinson, a senior forward, and then released his frustration by kneeing a wall.

“I’m not proud of owning Joel and now Cam, knowing my actions led them to miss these early weeks. I mean, I can’t help that I’m that good,” Pinson tweeted yesterday.

Pinson also played Berry before his injury almost a month ago. The senior wing won with the Golden State Warriors to Berry’s Cleveland Cavaliers. Johnson apparently took the same route.

The difference was in the loss. Johnson’s style differed slightly than Berry’s, who had punched a door, breaking a bone in his right hand.

“I don’t really know what compelled my knee to fly like that,” Johnson said. “And I don’t know why 2K just hands the game over to people.”

Head coach Roy Williams was disappointed as well: “They both did a silly thing,” he said at an announcement Wednesday. “But if you’re at Carolina, you’re competitive. That’s for sure.”

Due to an unrelated sprained neck, Johnson also missed the season opener on Nov. 10 against Northern Iowa. Perhaps from an intense focus on the screen.

“He may be new to us and is taking time off the court, but I’m confident we have a good player here,” Williams said. “I just need to get my boys off that dadgum box-station.”

Johnson started every game for the Panthers last season, averaging 11.9 points, 4.5 rebounds and 2.3 assists in more than 33 minutes a game.


This satirical piece was originally for VICE Sports, but has not appeared there.

Las Vegas: God’s Glory in the Midst of Tragedy

The following was written by my close friend Trent Radding from the University of Richmond. Thank you for these hard-to-hear words about the Truth and for pointing to hope when all else is hopeless.

What happened Sunday sucks. Plain and simple, it was horrifying and heartbreaking. People died in the saddest and most evil of ways. We don’t know much about the people who were shot, and details are coming out about the shooter, but what we do know is that wrapped around all of this is the sovereignty and glory of the almighty God.

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Gas on Good Friday

God locked me out of my car tonight while getting gas. All that separated me and my keys, phone, and wallet was a window. It could have been cinder blocks, but God thought it’d be more humorous if I could see my life’s possessions inches from my face but out of reach.

No, there wasn’t a magnificent hand from the clouds that shut my car door behind me. Of course I locked myself out. (Accidentally.) But God had sovereignty over it, just as he tells which winds for the dandelions to surrender to. Any moment he pauses my little plans is a reminder that he has a far better blueprint rolled out on his royal table.

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II. Song of the Land

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READ PART ONE / PART THREE TO COME…

The waters shrink back and the dove does not return
All the trees of the field clap when dead hearts start to burn
Rolling hills roll their tongues and mountains sing in joy
An atmosphere in my lungs: a man now walks, no longer a boy

Let the land burst into song before me,
for silenced is that lonesome sea
But beyond the coast a many unpaved road
begging wayfarers a burdensome load
The days will threaten, nights then beckon

Why must trouble exist up on the surface,
and I be left to question my purpose?
Yet the dogwoods continue in praise,
causing wonder for the rest of my days
What rules your heart does not rule in part

Through the clanging cymbals’ noise
listen for the loveliest of humble voice
You tell me to rejoice at trouble’s trumpets
for it cannot compare to any sunlit summit
Today might be stained, but it’s all so feigned

So I will hold on to what is good here
as a promise that our day is coming near
Once I wished to breathe in this land’s air,
now you tell me to another I’m an heir
Though beauty’s shone, this world’s not my home

That is the song of the land: that all will be made new
A hope so strange to man that any fantasy may be true
Let those Blue Mountains boast and the birds of the air sing loud
When descends the host of hosts and humbled are men too proud

All of creation be his evidence
And all of creation be emulous

I. Silent Waters

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I was dead,
At the bottom of the ocean
No heart nor head,
lifeless and ruled by her emotion
I would walk the ocean floor
not knowing a breath of fresh air
The sea, she’s sunken ship and more
She’s captured many a men into her lair

I would say I was drowning,
but I already had no pulse
No hope in rescue, I was surely doubting
Stories of the surface seem so false
I begged and begged for some sure face,
but leagues below there is no sound
Dive on in, if you can find me in this place,
for leagues below is my burial ground

I could scream for life, but leagues below the waters are silent
Death be my wife, and together our daughters are violent

If you ask how I ended up here
I went off course, thrown overboard
My selfish pride would let not the captain steer,
and out on the seas my soul grew star-bored
I searched for singing sirens and tempting pearls,
was given over to sea lions and wicked girls (rip curls)
And I was dead, no heart nor head,
ruled by emotion in this unrelenting ocean

Then he came and the floods subsided
Then he spoke and that’s when I decided
not to be a boy aboard his own sinking ship
No, I no longer rely on my own shrinking grip
Let me no longer fear the force of the waves—
He is to raise me a man from the depth of the grave
Oh, how sweet this air tastes in my lungs,
to finally hear a song worthy to be sung

What love: the defeated waters silent—not even a whisper—
and now I walk upon the sea, forgiven though a drifter!

Original poem of Silent Waters.

You Will Touch 80,000 Lives

This article originally appeared on DesiringGod.org here.


There is something about the truth that causes people to tremble, look in awe, and become overwhelmed all at the same time.

If you surrender your life over to Jesus and walk with him for your fullest joy, then you might understand this. The truth of Christ means responsibility rests on your shoulders: you see strangers and loved ones trying to quench a deep, internal thirst in a world that — without Jesus — is salt water. With the realization that life is meant to glorify the Lord, you can’t help but weep at the sight of unbelief and fading lives.

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