Sex and Money: Pleasures That Leave You Empty – Paul David Tripp

“Sex & Money: Pleasures That Leave You Empty” from Crossway on Vimeo.

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The Cross (3 Hours) by shai linne

One of my favorite rappers, shai linne, performing one of my favorite songs, describing the most significant event in history.

Here’s another version of it on Vimeo: The Cross (3 Hours) from The Lamp Lounge on Vimeo.

God’s Greatest Adversaries are His Gifts

“The greatest enemy of hunger for God is not poison but apple pie. It is not the banquet of the wicked that dulls our appetite for heaven, but endless nibbling at the table of the world. It is not the X-rated video, but the prime-time dribble of triviality we drink in every night. For all the ill that Satan can do, when God describes what keeps us from the banquet table of his love, it is a piece of land, a yoke of oxen, and a wife. The greatest adversary of love to God is not his enemies, but his gifts. And the most deadly appetites are not for the poison of evil, but for the simple pleasures of the earth. For when these replace an appetite for God himself, the idolatry is scarcely recognizable, and almost incurable.”

– John Piper, A Hunger For God, p.14

Pyramid Scheme

I greatly appreciate the artistry of lyricists that can paint a picture without using common vocabulary and cliches. Phanatik in his second verse on Pyramid Scheme (and many of his verses) does exactly that. The song is about being trapped and enslaved by sin and each verse describes a different slave master. Read the lyrics below and try to figure out to what he’s talking about. Give me a commentary on this verse and I’ll give you $5 in cash at my discretion.

First you subscribe on-line, then you buy into/
What they’re playing. Ain’t you tired of them lyin’ to you?/
It’s like false advertisement/
Pics and clips of sick flicks flicker and enter into your eyelids/
It’s all in a name man/
They assault your brain with what they call adult entertainment/
And this is the biggest pyramid scheme/
Cause you know that’s not you up there on that screen/
In a trace you watch/ these tiny dancing dots/
You know whatever this is romance is not/
It’s just an imitation/
Your only participation/ is hand and eye coordination/
Meanwhile billions of dollars are made/ a tiny percentage is paid/
To the men and women who lay down in this playground of sin/
Back at the ranch you end up empty-handed/ Dag, they got you again!//
You was trapped in this pyramid scheme…(into Chorus)