Monroe Steet Cafe

Mallory and I went to an "open mic night" at a neighborhood cafe last night. It was quite the experience. It's a tiny place, it was packed, and people just kept coming in. We saw some great acts; spoken word, poetry by guys and gals, old men, middle aged women, we heard a song that sounded strait out of a bar in Ireland, songs from people who look too shy to talk but brought the house down, and one guy played a hand made drum from Switzerland called a hang drum (pronounced hung). It was one of our coolest and most unique experiences in Oregon so far.

I leave you with a paragraph from The Forgotten God:

No matter where you live and what your days look like, you have the choice each day to depend on yourself, to live safely, and to try to control your life. Or you can live as you were created to live - as a temple of the Holy Spirit of God, as a person dependent on Him, desperate for God the Spirit to show up and make a difference. When you begin living a life characterized by walking with the Spirit, that is when people will begin to look not to you but to our Father in heaven and give him the praise. - Chan

-Trey