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Guess who just got back today? That wild eyed boy, who’d been away.

The song is from the late seventies, early eighties, and the performing group was called Thin Lizzie.

I have a friend who once went by the nickname Lizzie, and she’s kinda thin. She’s smallish, like a frog, like a play frog, only with colors. Pink boots and purple bandanas, anyone?

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Yes, the Beau is back in town. I knew this day was coming, and that she’d drive off upon his entrance into the area code. But, she left before I could say anything. I told myself last year I would not do this, but I’ve got at least one more sentimental journey left in me.

Accordingly, this lyric vault moment is not from Thin Lizzie, but from
George Strait “sung” for my own thin Lizzie.

…that’s why I’m sittin’ on the front porch, starin’ down the road; wonderin’ if she’ll come back? This time, I don’t know…..that’s got me worried, thinkin’ maybe my baby’s gotten good at goodbye…

Take heart, dear reader. Don’t cry for me, Argentina. (sorry, wrong musical genre). You see, I have good friends remaining with me.

Three amigos? Tres Hombres is more like it. A ha ha ha ha….

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It’s an absolutely gorgeous morning in Edmond America. A slight breeze, clear blue skies, and mid 70’s temps. This is San Diego weather, right here in middle earth.

The conditions called for a walk. TeamBing had been out earlier to do one mile in the Walk for Arthritis, and I felt compelled to keep going and get almost 4 more in.

Some great walk time tunes accompanied me today. I’ve never been much of an Avalon fan, either the music group or the car (sorry, Johnny de). However, there are one or two great songs in their hopper, and this one provided a great lyric vault moment for today’s walk:

Part of me is the prodigal
Part of me is the other brother
But I think the heart of me
Is really somewhere between them
Some days I’m running wild
Some days we’re reconciled
But I wonder all the while
Why you put up with me, when

I wrestle most days
To find ways to do as I please

I always have, I always will
You saved me once, You save me still
My longing heart, Your love alone can fill
You always have, always will

I was born with a wayward heart
Still I live with a restless spirit
My soul is so well worn
You’d think I’d have arrived by now
I’m caught in the trappings of
My search for lasting love
I’ve made mistakes enough
To last me a lifetime

I still slip, I still fall
But I’ll always run back to you

I always have, I always will
You saved me once, You save me still
My longing heart, Your love alone can fill
You always have, always will

I’m gonna keep trusting You
I see what You’ve seen me through
I’m goin’ where You have gone (yeah)
I’m letting You lead me on
All my days (always and forever)
Never far (never leave me never)
Here I’ll stay (ever love me ever)
Here’s my heart
I’ll always love You, love You (yeah)

I always have, I always will
You saved me once, You save me still
My longing heart, Your love alone can fill
You always have, always will

I always have, I always will
You saved me once, You save me still
My longing heart, Your love alone can fill
You always have, always will

Oh, You always have, You always will.

AMEN

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Wordle: bing

What’s in a word, or a collection thereof? Word, Wordperfect, Wordle, WordPress; the list of programs and products devoted to sharing our words and thoughts could go on and on.

John 1:1-9:

In the beginning the Word already existed.
      The Word was with God,
      and the Word was God.
  He existed in the beginning with God.
  God created everything through him,
      and nothing was created except through him.
  The Word gave life to everything that was created,
      and his life brought light to everyone.
  The light shines in the darkness,
      and the darkness can never extinguish it.
  God sent a man, John the Baptist, to tell about the light so that everyone might believe because of his testimony. John himself was not the light; he was simply a witness to tell about the light. The one who is the true light, who gives light to everyone, was coming into the world.

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A John the Baptist, I am not, but like a stump preacher in a digital equivalent to Times Square, viewed by some as crazed, why would anyone want to share so much with so many, in such a public forum as WordPress?

In the words of Paul in I Corinthians 9:22, maybe it is to “Become All things to all men, that I might save some”.

I visited with a distinguished older gentleman in the hallway after worship this evening, and he expressed his respect for campus environments and the opportunity to influence so many for Jesus. Those were just the words
I needed to hear.

As of this moment, I have 464 Facebook friends. Some are friends, some coworkers, some college students, some friends of my teens, and some are people who likely just want to “creep on me”.

There have been 2,881 reads to date on this Blog. Many are likely from the group of 464, but some are complete strangers who “stumbled upon” the space. And, even if from the FB family, I can say things here that I likely can’t say in a conversation to the masses. Things will be read where listening might not occur.

If you are a reader, thanks and apologies are likely in order. In the meantime, this is my voice, and Jesus is my tune.

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As the weekend begins, the Little Frau graciously offered to make her delicious GF Cherry Crisp. As I left the grocery store a few moments ago, baking ingredients in tow, the Josh Wilson song “I Refuse” was playing on the radio.

We have much to be grateful for, and much duty to be mindful of. Great reminder.

Sometimes I, I just want to close my eyes

And act like everyone’s alright

When I know they’re not

This world needs God, but it’s easier to stand and watch

I could pray a prayer and just move on

Like nothing’s wrong

But I Refuse

I don’t want to live like I don’t care

I don’t want to say another empty prayer

Oh, I refuse to sit around and wait for someone else

To do what God has called me to do myself

I could choose not to move

But I refuse

I can hear the least of these, crying out so desperately

And I know we are the hands and feet of You, oh God

So if You say move, it’s time for me to follow through

And do what I was made to do

And show them who You are

I don’t want to live like I don’t care

I don’t want to say another empty prayer

Oh, I refuse to sit around and wait for someone else

To do what God has called me to do myself

I could choose not to move

But I refuse

I refuse to stand and watch the weary and lost cry out for help

I refuse to turn my back and try and act like all is well

I refuse to stay unchanged, to wait another day to die to myself

I refuse to make one more excuse

I don’t want to live like I don’t care

I don’t want to say another empty prayer

Oh, I refuse to sit around and wait for someone else

To do what God has called me to do myself

I could choose not to move

But I refuse.

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I’ve been blogging (“web journaling”) off and on for a couple of years now, and the exercise has been good for me. I find that getting my thoughts out of the cranium and editing them into a sharable form has been mentally liberating. But at that point, the words are no longer just for me. They are out, for any and all to possibly see. And I’m OK with that.

I love old pictures of friends and family, but as much as the pictures, I long to know more. “What were they going thru at that time?”; “What was life like for them then; what were they thinking?”.

One day, I won’t be here anymore. I don’t know when that day will be. Regardless, I want to leave something behind for those who are close to me. I want to leave a little behind every week, if not every day.

Jesus came and went. In the mind of his disciples, he was gone in only one day. Then he came back, shared a little more, and was gone again. But he left something behind: His Spirit. And he left His words with his disciples.

I want to leave a few words behind, both my own and some sharing of other’s words (and His Words) that mean something to me. And, if I can leave behind a small sense for my spirit, that might mean something to those who were close to me and stay behind.

Good News, guys. One Day, He is coming back, and if you are still around, He will bring you to where I am. If not, we will already be there together, and will get to share with so many as it all unfolds.

I long for that One Day. You should too.

  1. One day when heaven was filled with His praises,

      One day when sin was as black as could be,

    Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin—

      Dwelt among men, my example is He!

    • Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;

        Buried, He carried my sins far away;

      Rising, He justified freely forever:

          One day He’s coming—O glorious day!

  2. One day they led Him up Calvary’s mountain,

      One day they nailed Him to die on the tree;

    Suffering anguish, despised and rejected;

      Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He.

  3. One day they left Him alone in the garden,

      One day He rested, from suffering free;

    Angels came down o’er His tomb to keep vigil;

      Hope of the hopeless, my Savior is He.

  4. One day the grave could conceal Him no longer,

      One day the stone rolled away from the door;

    Then He arose, over death He had conquered;

      Now is ascended, my Lord evermore.

  5. One day the trumpet will sound for His coming,

      One day the skies with His glory will shine;

    Wonderful day, my beloved ones bringing;

      Glorious Savior, this Jesus is mine!

Lyrics by L. Wilbur Chapman

Photo of Lake Hefner in OKC at sunset (I believe) by OC’s very own Ann White. Used without her permission. (Sorry, and thank you)

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Another blessed early morning drive time radio, Lyric Vault Moment for the week:

Separated until the veil was torn
The moment that hope was born
and guilt was pardoned once and for all

Captivated but no longer bound by chains
left at an empty grave
the sinner and the sacred resolved

And all of creation sing with me now
lift up your voice and lay your burden down
and all of creation sing with me now
fill up the heavens let his glory resound

Time has faded and we see him face to face
every doubt erased forever we will worship the King

The reason we breathe is to sing of his glory
and for all he has done praise the Father
praise the Son and the Spirit in one
and every knee will bow
and every tongue praise the Father
praise the Son and the Spirit in one

Lyrics by Mercy Me

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The birthday event started in earnest early Tuesday morning.    “If you are not growing, you are dying”.    Isn’t that what they say?

“After dropping the kids at school early, I made a quick Starbucks run before heading to campus for the day.   Enroute, the positive encouraging conviction of the radio was there for me.     Kudos to Matthew West for the lyric vault moment charge to be more: to be more of what God has called me to be.

In my own little world it hardly ever rains
I’ve never gone hungry, always felt safe
I got some money in my pocket, shoes on my feet
In my own little world
Population: me

I try to stay awake during Sunday morning church
I throw a twenty in the plate, but I never give ’til it hurts
I turn off the news when I don’t like what I see
Yeah,it’s easy to do when it’s
Population: me

What if there’s a bigger picture?
What if I’m missing out?
What if there’s a greater purpose
I could be living right now
Outside my own little world

Well, I stopped at a red light, looked out my window
I saw a cardboard sign, said “Help this homeless widow”
Above that sign was the face of a human
and I thought to myself, “God, what have I been doing?”
So I rolled down the window and I looked her in the eye
I thought how many times have I just passed her by?
So I gave her some money then I drove on through
And my own little world reached
Population: two

What if there’s a bigger picture?
What if I’m missing out?
What if there’s a greater purpose
I should be living right now
Outside my own little world

Father break my heart for what breaks Yours
Give me open hands and open doors
and put Your Light in my eyes and let me see
That my own little world is not about me

What if there’s a bigger picture?
What if I’m missing out?
What if there’s a greater purpose
That I could be living right now
Well I don’t wanna miss what matters

I wanna be reaching out
showing the greater purpose
so I could be living right now
Outside my own little world

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