Archive for February, 2013

Survey says…


Countless people surveyed: top six answers are on the board.

Name a pair of opposites capable of possessing your soul:


1) Prince/pride
2) gain/loss
3) boast/sacrifice
4) sorrow/love
5) thorns/crown
6) demands/my all

As we sang Isaac Watts’ well known tune yesterday morning, I could not help but think back to the old show Family Feud, and how big questions fill our mind.

We don’t sing this song very much, at least where I live and worship. After this experience with it, I hope we can see and sing it more:

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

That’s quite a survey. Life can be quite a feud. Keep you hands ready. Big questions never stop coming. Good thing you’ve got your family in the wings, standing ready.


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Do you ever wonder?

“Why is this happening?”

You see things happening, and you feel powerless to stop them. Maybe you aren’t, or maybe you are.

You wonder what your mission really is, or why you even signed up to begin with.

Maybe you feel betrayed, or ignored, or forgotten.

You have issues with getting older, or with health in general, whether your own, or that of those around you.

You can’t even count on M (as in money, i.e., Ben Bernanke, or someone else) to always be there for you.

You feel like the sky is falling.

The good news is, its not. It’s just life, in good times, and in bad. The promise is there for us that we have more to look forward to, but not necessarily in the here, or the now. You just need to hold on. So do I.

I heard the following lyrics in the car the other day, and knew they were too good not to share:

Sometimes it’s hard to keep believing
In what you can’t see
That everything happens for a reason
Even the worst life brings
If you’re reaching for an answer
And you don’t know what to pray
Just open up the pages
Let His word be your strength

And hold on to the promises
Hold on to the promises
Jesus is alive so hold tight
Hold on to the promises

All things work for the good
Of those who love God
He holds back nothing that will heal you
Not even His own Son
His love is everlasting
His faithfulness unending
Oh, if God is for us who can be against us
So if you feel weak

Neither life, nor death
Could separate us
From the eternal love
Of our God who saves us

Maybe the sky is falling, after all. It’s OK. It was never really your home to begin with.

Just hold on…



* Just Hold On lyrics by Sanctus Real

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Listen my child, and you shall here, of the midnight ride…

It was called a tape. Some called it a cassette. I now consider it a time capsule, complete with symbolism on the outside and within. Back before music was streamed, and before it was downloaded, and before it was burned, ripped (or ripped off), and even before it was purchased on shiny little platters known to techno and music geeks in the 1980’s as compact disks, music was procured and enjoyed via these little plastic shells and their magnetic contents.

This one, in particular, was found lying on the console of Little Frau’s auto this morning as I made a coffee run. Yes, her car is a “tweener”, complete with both a “cassette deck” and CD capability, but absent Bluetooth and other rapidly expiring technologies, but I digress.

I popped this one into the player, and the garbled, yet very recognizable tones took me back to when I purchased this exact copy back in 1983. It didn’t sound much better when it was new and turning inside my Realistic/Radio Shack after market player that was loosely bolted below the dashboard of my 71 Chevy. I was 16, going on 17, and didn’t want to stop believing.

Now that one score and ten years have turned over, the symbolism is rich. I still want to “don’t stop believing”. I am “stone in love”, thanks to Little Frau. Sometimes, life dictates that the who in “Who’s crying now” is me: I assume you can relate. Almost daily, I feel the need to “keep on runnin’ “, and, as for the memories, “still they ride”.

Even the yellowed edges of the case are suggestive. It is intact. Its message is both legible and audible. It is not cracked. Not yet, at least. Kind of like some of us, maybe?

So, maybe the recipe for curing tired blood, today, won’t come from a vitamin bottle, although I’ll be sure to not forget mine, but from musings, music and memories.

Don’t stop believing, and I pledge to do the same. “Still, they ride“.


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…and the Lord is my Shepherd.

Speaking of which, my wife’s Shepherd’s pie is to die for. That being said, it is a good thing my first statement is true, seeing as I had 3 helpings of said pie at dinner last night….


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