Medley from ’07 (Coldplay Cover)

Right at the bottom of the pile of rubble that is the folder entitled “Delhi 07” is this gem, imaginatively entitled ‘video 248’. What makes the 7:36 minutes of this video so very epic? Well, it’s a Coldplay medley, and everyone knows Coldplays lyrics give you that warm, fuzzy, but slightly aching feeling in the pit your stomach: “I know exactly what you’re saying, Chris Martin! And I kind of wish I didn’t.”

Oh, what good is it to live with nothing left to give,
forget but not forgive, not loving all you see?

However, what’s really special about about this video for me is the people. I have my trusty buddies Andy and Tenzing beside me, our hands moving in perfect synchrony up and down the fretboards, as though we are one three-headed musical insect with six comically bobbing feet. There’s a moment when we’re singing in three-part harmony, and the many-voiced crowd joins in:

Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

I treasure that moment.

I know my smile at the end was tight-lipped and self-conscious, and I forgot to say “Thank you” before I fled from the stage, but I think this was one of the highlights of my college existence. For a few fleeting moments I wasn’t just one lonely, slightly awkward undergraduate student – as we all sang together, I was part of something bigger, and it felt amazing. Oh, to live a life caught up in something bigger than myself!

Sick but Rejoicing

Dear Ones,

There will be no video this week, because I seem to have caught chicken pox, and am slowly being overtaken by little red spots, but oh, God is so good to me! Of all the weeks I have ever spent at YWAM Harpenden, this is the best one for chickenpox, because our schedule is still flexible, we have a flat (so I don’t infect other people), and it’s that time of year when the sun is shining jubilantly, late into the evening. Best of all, I have the Joy of my Heart, my Jesus, to meditate on, whisper my feverish thoughts to, and sing croaky hymns to from my sickbed. Glorious!

Love, Taryn

Revenge (Switchfoot Cover)

Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss. The crowds he had healed and loved cried out in a bloodthirsty frenzy, “Crucify him!” Even thieves hanging on either side of him joined in the cruel mockery of the innocent one. And me? I drew first blood.

Jesus hung there on the cross, hatred hitting him like nails through his flesh, with the power to call down all the angels in Heaven to wipe out his persecutors. That would have been a fitting revenge. You could walk away from that feeling like all the loose ends of that nice, feel-good Jesus story were tied up neatly. Instead, He said, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” You can’t walk away from that.

That’s when the irony hit me
That this was revenge
That love had descended and stolen my pain away