Sunday afternoon…

Illy in the afternoon, a freshly pulled shot, accompanied by a teaspoon of Skippy Extra Crunchy Peanut Butter. Looking at the beautiful (yes I said beautiful) brown Nevada hills… & in the distance the snow-tipped Sierras. I feel the favor of the LORD God on my life this afternoon.


Reviewing my studies for our small group study on Enoch – I really love Brown’s compilation, complete with annotations & Bible cross-references. Even more than the study I love the fact that I get to interact with the people that come to my house. I’m stuck on the ‘reflecting part’ of that right now… on the richness of life that is revealed only in the context of relationships…


Looks like 2 May, 2009, we’re going to be putting on an Art Show/Exhibition/Display/Gala… celebrating the arts, artists, & creativity within our church family & community. More on that later…


The Chronicles of Narnia – 2009… I’m through the whole series again, save for “The Last Battle.” I’ve always had a hard time reading that one because its the LAST one in the series. And when I read it, I go as slow as possible to make it last as long as I can. Don’t know why.


Brother & I are off to the LPC tomorrow for a couple of days – to check out some online schooling possibilities for the both of us, to sit in on a couple of classes, & of course to raise a pint or two while pontificating, plotting, & musing with friends. Can’t wait.


Had a couple of moments today during the speech where I felt overwhelmed… not the bad kind either. Hard to put words to it. For those of you who were there, it was during the quiet time where I didn’t say anything, & again at the end.

If I had to describe it, I’d say it was like the feeling you get when you step into water (ocean? pool?) & find out too late that its over your head. Surprising. But refreshing. Interesting. Can’t put my finger on it. Don’t know if I need to.


How early is too early to brew a pot of java?


Looks like the trip to Portland is on, in spite of the fact that the IR-S still seems to be unable to locate our tax-refund, which is bouncing somewhere near Sock Heaven (the place where renegade socks go after getting lost on their way through the washing/drying cycle.) Bummer. I could use that money at some point.

(BTW: we’re on week 6 of waiting for resolution. But I’m hopeful. But not holding my breath.)


Tonight feels like a soup night. So say we all.

driving me crazy…

Today on the way home to meet theBean in-between her Thursday double (2 shifts at work – 10-2, 4:45-close)… I observed someone driving & doing a Sudoku puzzle. Simultaneously. Not at a stoplight, but while driving. WHILE.

I was mortified. Ok, not mortified, that’s too strong of a word. Cracked up? Ok, that’s more accurate. So I decided to play a little game all the way home… on my 16 minute drive, to see what else I could observe my Fellow Drivers doing while they were driving. Or, rather, when they were supposed to be giving 100% of their attention to their driving.

  • Talking on the cell phone. Of course – even though MythBusters found that driving under the influence is less dangerous than driving while on the cell phone, everyone seems to do it. The only redeeming thing is that you can’t put down drunk…
  • Texting.
  • Smoking. And not just smoking. Chain-smoking.
  • Changing the radio station. While leaning over really close to the radio so it could be seen evidently.
  • Picking something out of their eyes, using the folded down visor mirror…
  • Eating & drinking. Using both hands, steering probably with the knees.
  • Yelling at (disciplining?) kids in the back seat. While facing said children.
  • Rocking out, using their thumb for a microphone, checking out the rear-view to see Just. How. Cool. I. Are.
  • Watching TV – the DVD player in the minivan displayed just above the driver – how convenient.
  • A couple of readers – I saw a newspaper reader (& I didn’t think they even got printed anymore,) & a big, thick book.
  • A car-cleaner upper – someone was picking up the trash from behind their seats & depositing it in a bag on the passenger seat.

  • I’m sure that there was more to observe, but I was driving. :)

    How about you? What’s have you seen other drivers doing while driving…?

    thoughts on a Wednesday…

    Ever have one of those days/series of days, where it seems like you hear about the same thing from 10 different & totally unrelated sources? Me too. Last weeks accountability post was birthed out of a long series of interactions with people on the idea of ‘men’s ministry…’ something that has been about as attractive to me as playing in a Sani-Hut – I’ve not identified in the slightest with the Promise Keepers type man events… & the very thought of going to a stereotypical ‘men’s meeting’ has never appealed to me – & hasn’t been something that I’d want to be a part of.

    I know that there are those that think, “Hey, you’re a pastor. You should (or at least your church should) have a Men’s Ministry.” I don’t agree – doing something just because its expected or because “this is what churches do” isn’t valid reasoning to me – if I didn’t believe in it, why would I fake it?

    Yesterday, I was given a book by a friend – called Samson & The Pirate Monks. I ended up finishing it last night, & I would heartily recommend it to you – esp. if you’re a guy who hates (translation: isn’t “INTO” mens stuff.) I think what the author has created & is living out is do-able & even transferable from location to location… & sounds like something that I would want to go to, to prioritize, to evangelize about…


    Friendship is a two-way street… It used to bug me when it seemed like I was carrying both sides of a relationship…. & it never occurred to me that if I was the only one calling, writing, trying to get together/keep in touch, that maybe, just maybe what we had wasn’t actual friendship. And when I came to that realization, rather than getting bugged or worked up, I had my epiphany & embraced it.


    On that note, I’m ‘reminiscing’ about the Guy who came to our house for a College Group meeting… musta been about 5 years ago now. He came with his girl, & sat down at our kitchen table. He stood out because instead of facing the people in the room, he faced the wall. At least 3 people attempted to talk to him at various points in the meal, but its a hard thing to A) have a 1-way conversation, & B) to talk to someone who won’t look at you & is facing the wall. It was weird.

    We moved from the kitchen to the living room, & the Guy, with his girl, left. Walked out. Hmm. More strange things afoot at the Circle K, but hey, there are all kinds of people in the world, & I just met one.

    After the meeting, I checked my email, & lo & behold! I had received an email from the Guy. It was a long one; so long that I printed it out to be able to read the whole thing. He was writing to upbraid me & our clique of ‘so-called Christians’ – because he hadn’t been made to feel welcome. (Why it took 3 pages of vitriol & venom to say that, I don’t know, but it did.) It fired me up – because I saw what had happened that evening… normally, I would have just let it go, let it lie, but not this time. I wrote back a short response – & told him that I had a different perception of that evening, of the people in attendance, & also the responsibility that every single one of us has to ‘engage’ at some level.

    Its a hard thing to watch.


    I think that the christianity that I grew up on doesn’t reflect Biblical Christ-following, in that a large part of the emphasis has been on one’s “personal relationship with God through Jesus,” which has morphed into a “private” relationship with Jesus… as though we can work on & through a ‘relationship with God & Jesus” apart from interacting with people.

    In actuality, my relationship with Christ is SHOWN by how I interact with others – how I treat my family. The way I value & show respect to others, even when (especially when?) they don’t agree with me. Its a farce to think that I can go read my Bible, pray, & then treat the humanity around me like crap, all the while thinking, “I’m growing as a christian.”

    I think there’s a few posts in there.


    My stomach hurts & I’m a little frustrated… or maybe disappointed. Not sure I can put a finger on it, or even if I need to.


    restoration, baptism, & other musings…

    Yesterday our church family had a water baptism – within the larger church family our local church is a part of, water baptism is a celebration of the ‘new life’ that happens through Jesus Christ, & is an outward declaration of the inner-transformation taking place.

    In the spring/summer, we use the river, & when its cold (meaning: winter) we use a local pool – NorthWest Pool is a fave. Family & friends are invited to be a part of the celebration – & for me, a highlight of the event is when each person being baptized gets an opportunity to share, out loud, WHY they’re choosing baptism, & the significance it has for them on this day.

    Another favorite thing, if I’m one of the ‘dunkers’ (which I was yesterday,) is to pray a short prayer, a prayer of blessing over each person as soon as they come up out of the water – I like to freestyle – meaning: to pray what I hear in my heart – whatever gets stirred up by the Holy Spirit…

    Yesterday, a series of Bible verses came up, over & over, all dealing with RESTORATION – just about every prayer – RESTORATION.


    To me, its a reflection of God’s heart – the One who is gracious & compassionate, slow to anger, & rich in love. My mind is drawn to Joel 2, esp. verses 25-27 – where God promises His people that He will RESTORE to them what has been taken & lost – through their own choices, through atrocities & violations committed against them – God is the RESTORER; the One who makes all things new…


    Something I’ve been learning over the last while is that working through grief over what has been lost isn’t a process that can be avoided or short-circuited. It can only be delayed… & from what I’ve experienced, un-mourned loss is like a credit card… it builds up, with compounding interest. And its easier to grieve something (& someone) in the here & now, than it is further down the road, separated by time & space from it.

    I don’t want to dwell on loss & grief, but I’m not going to avoid it. Or deny it.

    Actually, in the middle of the most bitter loss, the fiercest grief is one of the places I have sensed the deepest peace of God. And His comfort. The surety that He is with me, even in, especially at that time. And it doesn’t make the pain go away, but knowing He’s there is comforting.


    So I’m holding onto restoration. On that note, here is a something that has been very personally significant to me on this:

    What was lost in battle
    What was taken unlawful
    Where the enemy has planted his seed
    And where health is ailin’
    Where strength is failin’
    I will restore to you all of this and more
    I will restore to you all of this and more

    CHORUS
    I will restore, I will restore
    I will restore to you all of this and more
    I will restore, I will restore
    I will restore to you all of this and more
    I will restore to you all of this and more

    Where your heart is breaking
    And where dreams are forsaken
    When it seems what was promised will not be given to you
    And where peace is confusion
    And reality an illusion
    I will restore to you all of this and more

    © w/m Richard Johnson

    “I Will Restore”

    quotable…

    I’ve been eagerly awaiting the release of U2’s newest album – & with a little help from my friend (thanks Dabey,) I was able to catch a listen to a couple more tracks… White As Snow & No Line On the Horizon…

    I listened to the mp3’s while reading a ‘blog-review’ of White As Snow, which describes the song as one of the most unique, stripped down, & ‘intimate’ songs U2 has ever done… which is saying something. What really jumped out at me was a seemingly throwaway quote from Bono at the end of the review… He says:

    Intimacy. It’s the new punk rock…


    Hmmm.

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    feeling a little bookish…

    I can feel it coming on… it usually starts with an awareness of something that I hadn’t seen before… & then I start seeing it everywhere. Awareness leads to interest, which leads to searching.. followed by discovery, immersion, & processing. This somehow, someway gets worked out in, through, & around my life. What am I talking about? I think I’d call it ‘learning.’ Something, somehow sparks an interest, a mental itch that gets scratched by the journey, the process of discovery, research, & thinking. One of the things that I’m excited about today it’s a collection of writings from the early Christian church called The Apostolic Fathers, Vol. 1. Ever since Den’s presentations on “The Historical Jesus,” I’ve been meaning to dig into the life of Polycarp – who was the disciple of John, who was the disciple of Jesus – & this book not only has the “Letter of Polycarp,” but also the account of his martyrdom at age 86.

    I don’t know where this is headed, but I think that its towards a better understanding of the early church, dealings with & responses to gnostic thought & gnosticism, & identifying, understanding, & working through a re-emergent gnosticism within the Church today…


    On that note, I would love to develop a library in my house – one with big, wide shelves that go all the way to the ceiling, made of real wood, something rich & dark, upon which I could organize my stuff… I see a comfy chair, the perfect reading lights (because of course the room is dark & cave-ish…) & a place to smoke my pipe in contemplation, ala C.S. Lewis J.R.R.R.R. Tolkien & even Sherlock Holmes… I ponder the obvious opportunity for thought that pipes give is enhanced by the beautiful smell of pipe tobacco. Not that theBean would ever let me smoke it in the house. But this is a bit of a fantasy, so in this situation, I’m not only in the house, but I’m not hiding. :)

    Books are & always have been a happy place for me – offering a refuge from the urgency of life, an opportunity for growth, new thought; for the possibility of transformation of a life outlook. Sigh.


    I’m in the market for another copy of “The Lord of The Rings” – as my last copy I left in Alex’s room in Gau Algesheim. It is a special thing to me, because it was a gift from my brother, Moe. My bags were 100% full, the book (a constant traveling companion) was well-worn, & Alex is a dear friend that I thought would appreciate that this wasn’t just me not having space & trying to pawn off things that were disposable… rather, the book itself is a symbol of love & friendship, adventure & hope, comfort in times of loneliness, a reminder of a different time. And, I know that I’ll be in Alex’s home again, wherever it will be, & I will read that copy of LOTR again. Oh yes, it shall be done.


    And now for something completely different, completely irrelevant…

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    Friday musings…

    2 out of 3 of my kids, & 1 out of 1 of my wife enjoy coffee. As much as me? Nope. But they start the day with the Casi Cielo… It brings me joy. And it means that we’re starting the day with a couple of pots. And that I get to work through learning to share, all over again.


    Seeing the sun emerging with no clouds looming over the mountains… now THAT is beautiful, even if its just the brown Nevada mountains. Makes one want to go for a run…


    Baseball can’t come to Reno soon enough – I’ve been watching the construction of the Ace’s new stadium down on Lake & 2nd. When I take a lunch, I like to drive down & watch the workers going in & out of the ever-developing construction site/turned real-life baseball stadium… & think what it will be like to be going down there this spring & summer… with family & friends. It’s not that theBean is the world’s biggest baseball fan, but our trip to Virginia last August sparked an interest, as we got to check out the Salem Avalanche turned Salem Red Sox… being at the event, surrounded by people & interesting food really made for some fun.

    I know Reno has had semi-pro baseball for the last few years, but trust me. This is different.


    Perhaps I need to get my eyes checked – yesterday, after my meeting with Brintus Maximus, I was experiencing some, shall I say, distress of the lower tract. So, upon getting home, I went to the medicine cabinet & pulled out the generic Imodium – we don’t usually keep our meds in their original boxes because it takes too much room, so imagine if you will a stack of blister paks of meds.

    About 60 minutes later, I was sitting at the office & couldn’t keep my eyes open… this was beyond fatigue. Beyond the morning blahs. This was passing out on my desk. I couldn’t understand why I was feeling this way… so I reached into my pocket to check & double-check the blister pak that the anti-diarrheal meds had been in. The generic drug name was all that was on the pack, so I had to do a GOOGLE search on it. Turns out Loperamide & Zolpidem look very, very similar while in the pak. And Zolpidem is a sleeping pill, which you’re supposed to take 1/4 of. And I took a whole one, which meant that about 8 hours of sleep was ‘encouraged,’ (mandated?) after taking it.

    I napped for about 45 minutes, & tried to ‘white-knuckle’ it through the day. Called theBean. Separated, even banished, the sleeping pills to the nether regions of the meds cabinet. I’m fortunate, I know, to not have had more negative consequences & side-effects.


    I’m wrestling through what ‘healing & restoration’ look like, worked through & lived out in the context of relationship. There seems to be some real issues with this within theChurch at large. For example, I listen to a podcast from a guy who leads a church (when I say big, I mean Texas Big, which is about 40-50% bigger than Nevada big. If you have questions on what Texas Big means, I would encourage you to talk to a Texan, or former Texan, for some clarification. :)

    Anyway, in his podcast, this guy, pastor, christian leader, recommends that when people leave the church, (esp. when its been in conflict or difficulty, esp. when they’ve been in leadership,) that they not be re-integrated into the church &/or leadership when they come back – because they’ve ‘proven’ themselves to be untrustworthy already… And this isn’t an isolated incident, value or practice. And it leaves me asking…What?

    How’s about Luke 15 & the return of the lost son? How about Peter being restored by Jesus a few short weeks after denying Him 3 separate times? It seems that theChurch may be at odds with the Head of the Church. And it seems that Jesus doesn’t seem to have a problem with seeing people repent, be forgiven, healed, & restored.

    I know that it may not be instant, & that there’s process involved. And mercy. And good boundaries, with a willingness to work through issues that led to the break in relationship. But man. As I see it, writing people off permanently isn’t something that a Christ-follower has the ‘luxury’ of doing. And to do so, to be okay with it, seems to be adopting the ways of Egypt instead of living as people of promise (NOTE: I’m using EGYPT as a metaphor for Israel’s adopting the customs & culture of the land where they’d been enslaved for 430 years, not to speak negatively about the current country…)

    So that’s what’s running through my head.


    Julia & I have a bet – before she leaves, she drinks coffee & I eat some fish. I think that she is getting off easy in this one, as coffee is imminently better than fish, any fish. But I know that I won’t die, as I’ve taken the poison before, & survived.


    Pretty stoked. For my personal Bible study/reading, I like to vary the translation that I read. Over time, I’ve gone through the KJV, NKJV, NIV, NRSV, NLT, The Message, & the CEV to name a few (all of which you can check out at: HERE… my friend Tim sent out a note asking a question about the ESV the other day, which prompted me, unrelatedly, to pick up a ‘Gift & Award Edition” of the ESV for my next go-round. Yesterday, it arrived in the mail. I’m as giddy as a school girl.


    Time to go “Forrest Gump.”

    Ciao!

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    confession, & other thoughts…

    Last week, I was doing some studies on what it means to REPENT… &, as often happens, I got lost on a rabbit trail, & spent some time chasing something that was connected loosely to what I’d started with. It was the word, CONFESS – (You can read the verses I was reading HERE & HERE)

    I unexpectedly discovered that I have a very, very negative association, a nasty feeling in my belly, around the word confess… maybe its because I have watched too many “cop” shows, where “getting a confession” is something that the good guys do to the bad guys, often under duress. The threat of pain &/or punishment, emotional manipulation, & even downright blackmail are all fair game in the pursuit of a confession. And when a confession is finally worked out of the “perp”, they’re left as a broken, weak, vulnerable mess.

    Transfer this context to the scriptures – & the instruction we’re given to ‘confess our sins to one another,’ & that a part of repentance is the confession, the owning up to our sin, our wrongdoing. I found myself thinking, “if confession is like what I’m associating it with, it doesn’t go along with what we know of God & His nature as revealed in the Scriptures & in the person of Jesus Christ – meaning, He is always, now & forever, a predictably good God – & doesn’t put us through torture, torment, & blackmail in order to sweat a confession out of us.


    So when I was chasing the Rabbit of Confession, I decided to take a look at what words the Bible writers used to get a better picture of the intended definition for confess in the original language.

    And the definitions for confess, with the deluxe Strong’s Concordance Word # next to each:

    ἐξομολογέω – exomologeō – CONFESS: G1843 – to confess, to profess; acknowledge openly and joyfully; to one’s honour: to celebrate, give praise; to profess that one will do something, to promise, agree, engage…

    ὁμολογέω – homologeō – CONFESS: G3670 – to say the same thing as another; to confess, to admit or declare one’s self guilty of what one is accused of; to profess; to declare openly, speak out freely; to profess one’s self the worshipper of one; to praise, celebrate…


    To acknowledge openly & joyfully… my sins? To celebrate… where I’ve blown it? How could I do that? And why would I? Hmmm.

    I let what I’d read sink in, & really meditated on it for several days; still, I couldn’t come to grips with what this might mean, what it would look like, lived out in the context of my life, as I would REPENT, ask God to change my thinking & to transform me…

    And then today, a light bulb went on.

    Confession goes hand in hand with repentance – & can be celebrated, acknowledged openly & joyfully, not because our sins are so great & legendary that they’re to be celebrated. Not at all – sin ends up in death & destruction. Always. Every time. And there’s nothing to celebrate about that. BUT…

    There IS something to be celebrated in the freedom that comes from confessing as a part of our repenting… from bringing sin & wrongdoing into the light . When I confess to God (& to another trustworthy, faithful person) I am not being self-deprecating; I’m agreeing with God’s assessment of sin. And by bringing it to the light, I also bring it to the One person who is able to forgive me of my wrongdoing, & who has promised in His Word to not only forgive me, but to purify & cleanse me from all unrighteousness.

    Hmmm. So I’m starting to get it. I think. I just know that my belly doesn’t hurt anymore.


    And in other thoughts… in some ways, I can’t wait for baseball season to start already. I can only hope that the games will provide a welcome distraction from the daily barrage of accusations/revelations/discussions about PEDs, steroids, & HGH. Still, I’m not holding my breath.

    Sigh.

    Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you… Woo woo woo.

    What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson? ‘Joltin Joe’ has left and gone away? Hey hey hey. Hey hey hey.

    …it’s Friday again…

    I’m on hold, waiting for someone at the I.R.Service to get to my call… evidently, they have some questions for me… or I have some ‘splainin to do. Over/under on the wait time? 15 minutes.


    The Super Bowl has officially signaled the start of one of the more awkward times in the sports world – no football, baseball hasn’t started, & the only thing for the hard core sports fanatic to do is watch the NBA or a miscellaneous College basketball game… both of which for some reason I am unable/unwilling to get into. Sigh. Maybe March Madness will bring some heat. At least it gives more ‘free’ time to write.


    In November, I was staying at Alex’s house & he had a great movie that he’d gotten for us to watch – kind of a “24” meets “Bond” starring Qui-Gon-Jinn... errr… Liam Neeson. It was great & I remember that it really was suspenseful & got my blood flowing pretty good. And that it was hard to sleep after. And that I wanted to make sure that I got acquainted with at least one really good ‘Preventer’. And that my daughter would always travel with one.

    And then I find out that “Taken” is coming out in theatres in January… hmm. I saw it in November in Deutschland. Hmmm. Lucky me.

    Tonight, brother, Tom, & I are going to see it on the big screen. Nice. With popcorn to boot.


    The I.R.Service call had me waiting for 22 minutes. Ohhhh. And I had no answers. And neither did they. Other than please call back in two weeks.

    Sweet!


    TheBean is off to work, & all I can think about is going running. I even had a dream about it last night. Weird. And it was positive even.

    On that note, I also had a dream about eating McD’s Double Cheeseburgers with the bun. And the Carl’s Jr. Double Western Bacon Cheeseburger – with lots of BBQ sauce & bun. Normally I pull the bun off & just eat the insides of the burgers. Turns out that my way of eating is invading my dreamland. Hmmm.


    Are we surprised that professional athletes ‘may have taken’ some form of pharmaceutical & biological enhancement to make their performance on their field of play better? Not really. I can remember suffering through shoulder rehab & ACL rehab… & if someone had offered me ‘platelet therapy’ or HGH to speed the healing & ‘help out the body’, I’d have seriously considered it. Pain hurts, & I didn’t even have millions on the line.

    Interesting that we get Bonds. McGwire. Clemens. Palmeiro. Scapegoats for an entire generation of athletes. Make’s Ken Caminiti’s statements about 50% of players being on the juice seem a little… closer to reality than anyone wanted to admit at the time.


    Time to stretch. Time to run.
    Ciao!

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    Friday musings…

    Went to a Thai restaurant today for lunch – with Werner & brother. A 5-star Orange Chicken – with the 5-star referring, supposedly, to the level of ‘heat’ that the chicken would bring to me. When I was eating it, I was wondering where on the scoey-scale this 5-star would show up, esp. when Werner told me that the cabbage style soup we started with, & seasoned with our very own jar o’spices, would only rank at most as a 3 star… I was worried, because that 3-star soup made me sweat & chug my way through a couple glasses of ice-water. Alas & alack… the 5-star was no big deal, ranking about the same as the ‘mild’ wings at Bully’s – Pyramid Way… Not that I’m complaining – it had great flavor – I just didn’t want to be ‘revisited by the heat of the flame’ later on in the day. Seems that I’m a bit more…. shall I say, sensitive to hot & spiciness than I was in the days of my ute.


    Following through on the ground-ation of one’s progeny requires a LOT of work. And perseverance. Sigh.


    A day off is to be savored. Enjoyed. For the sake of being off. For the joy of life. And I’m finding that I have to contend for that more & more as the weeks pass.

    As a part of the savoring of the day, theBean & I are going on a date – a group date to bowl. Not that we’re Bowlers by any stretch of the imagination, but OCD & a little patience go a long way in knocking the pins over. And repeat.


    For relaxation, I don’t think that I’ve found a better combo than Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos. And for focusing the mind.

    On that note, Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture is hard to beat for sheer inspiration… I dare you to listen to it & not be jumping up & down as it reaches the final 90 seconds or so. Man.


    Sometimes, just listening to certain music brings tears to my ears. Part of it is that these days, I cry without much provocation, & without agitation – I think its probably just the beauty, the joy, & sadness… or a combo of that & more that moves me. Which makes me glad that Den reminded me of the genius that is Eric Johnson – I wore out my copy of Ah Via Musicom back in the day – rewinding “Cliffs of Dover” over & over… Thanks for that.

    Another thing are the memories attached to the music – where I was when I heard the music the first time, who I listened to it with, the experiences tied up into it.

    Maybe that’s why the Psalms as a songbook, & especially the “Songs of Ascent” (Psalm 120-134, sung by pilgrims ‘going up’ to Jerusalem) are so powerful.


    Which gets me reminiscing… about other music stuff that moves me. Here’s a couple…

  • Just about any thing by Rich Mullins – especially from the “Winds of Heaven, Stuff of Earth” album – especially the song, “If I Stand,” which sure feels like a metaphor for my life. You can watch a series of YouTube clips taken from a concert he did starting HERE
  • You are My Joy – David Crowder. The musical interlude in the middle… man. One day, I want to play & sing this with a team.
  • Gomer’s Theme – Third Day – the story of Hosea, put to music. It breaks my heart to think of Hosea, told to live as an example of God’s heart for His people. And to do so by marrying Gomer, a prostitute, a woman who would cheat on him, lie to him, abandon him… only so that Hosea could go & love her again.
  • Dancing with Myself – Billy Idol. Makes me want to shake it.
  • The Finish Line, Jesus is For Losers, & Harder to Believe Than Not To – Steve Taylor
  • When I’m 64 – The Beatles. Reminds me of my brother, Moe. Nuff said.
  • Sigh.

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