Hyper Static Union and the End of Spanish Class . . . For Now

Hyper Static Union
I just bought Lifegiver, the new CD (no, not a member of the iPod generation yet) of this group they’ve started playing on Christian radio called Hyper Static Union. The song that hooked me was “Praying for Sunny Days.” My favorite line from the chorus: “I’m not just seeing the gray skies in front of me, praying for sunny days.” What’s so profound about that? Nothing except that on “skies in front of me” the lead singer goes up into this really sweet falsetto, and the “praying for sunny days” stays high. Plus it’s just a really hopeful song.

Is ‘Funkified’ a Word?
Their style revolves around heavy bass line rock, but they’ve got some funkified rock mixed in there—they throw in a dash of soul, funk up the guitar, get a little tambourine percussion going on and the lead singer lets his voice get kinda feathery. On a few tracks, they get their Third Day on and dabble in a slightly Hootie and the Blowfish-esque Southern rock sound. I guess it’s not a coincidence that one of their main supporters/producers is Mac Powell (lead singer of Third Day).

The End of Spanish Class . . . For Now
Last night was the last night of my Spanish class. This is a church-sponsored, free beginning class that I’ve been teaching every Thursday night since the beginning of March. I guess I should have talked about this more . . . I had a 90&9 article in the works describing how it came to pass (which should have been completed back in the day. Bad me. Okay, lazy me. Busy me?). I’m going to be traveling a bit this summer, as will many of my students, so we’re going to take a breather and get back to business in the fall.

Co-worker + Spanish Class = Slain in the Spirit?
I will say this . . . I believe God has used this class to bring someone to Him. One of my mom’s co-workers, who was very reluctant when it came to things of God, began to come out to the class. She became more faithful than even the church members who were attending. Next thing you know, she becomes more open to coming to the church while learning Spanish, and she even came out during the revival I mentioned earlier in the blog. Next thing you know, she gets slain in the Spirit during one revival service and gets baptized in Jesus’ name the same night. She’s now coming on Sundays and my mom and dad are giving her a Bible study.

I didn’t consider anything about how my Spanish class may have factored into the equation until afterward when my pastor said something to me about being a part of my mom’s co-worker seeking after God:

“Me?”

“Yes. Your Spanish class opened the door.” Hmmm. A door opener. That’s something God can work with.

Spanish word/phrase of the day: una puerta abierta (OO-nah PWAYR-tah ah-bee-AYR-tah) = an open door

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