Now..let's be very clear about this. I do love cell phones. I love the technology, the different makes and models and just about everything else about 'em. I don't think that has ever been a real big secret. But lately I have started to change my view of them and Sunday was almost the last straw.
I was serving on the table Sunday morning and many things distracted me from the experience. Babies crying, people talking and laughing and cell phones. They were everywhere. I will not name names but there were quite a few people using them to clearly text and to generally just play with. In the MIDDLE of the Lord's Supper. Where have we come to as a church that this is acceptable. I wanted to to rip the phones out of their hands and toss them out the lobby doors. Have we no respect or thankfulness for what has been done for us as a church and as christians? It surely doesn't appear that we do. I don't mean to base the whole church's attitude on a small few, but aren't we only as strong as the weakest among us?
Sunday night I also noticed that someone had the bible stored on their phone. At first I thought that was pretty cool. But then it made me wonder if they miss the smell, the feel and the way YOUR bible makes you feel. I misplaced my bible and my message bible during the move and took another bible I had to church on sunday. It just wasn't the same (now I know how Jackie feels about her old bible =)
So..I have decided to leave my cell phone either in the car or at home during church from now on. And i've also decided to try and not be so dependent on it. I am also praying hard for those individuals I saw using theirs and for us as a church that we will be a more christ centered body. =)
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Blessed
I've had the opportunity these past few weeks to sit back and look at how things are going in my life. And, for the first time since possibly ever, I can say that I am happy with how and where things are going. There's been a few bumps in the road but I have been able to navigate them pretty well it seems. More importantly, I am learning to see God working in my life in the present instead of just in hindsight. What a blessing that has been and is! My family and friends have been absolutely crucial to my growth and there are no words to express to them the gratitude and love I feel for them. It has also been a blessing to see God working in each of their lives as well. Caleb's shop is booming, Daniel is building a home, Mike and Jenn getting married and now with a baby girl on the way, Lindsey is engaged...again, what an immense blessing it is to be able to call each of these individuals friend. Life is good and more importantly God is exceptionally good!
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Another Why
Why does the weight of the world have to come crashing down all at once? Why does satan have to be so good at his job? Why is my faith so weak when I need it the most?
Friday, June 20, 2008
Why?
Why can't God's plan be more evident? Why does it have to be such a slap in the face sometimes? Why can't it make more sense in the here and now? I wish my faith were stronger right now.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The Station
THE STATION
By Robert J. Hastings
TUCKED AWAY in our subconscious minds is an idyllic vision in which we see ourselves
on a long journey that spans an entire continent. We're traveling by train and, from the
windows, we drink in the passing scenes of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at
crossings, of cattle grazing in distant pastures, of smoke pouring from power plants, of row
upon row upon row of cotton and corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of city skylines and
village halls.
But uppermost in our conscious minds is our final destination--for at a certain hour and on a
given day, our train will finally pull into the Station with bells ringing, flags waving, and bands
playing. And once that day comes, so many wonderful dreams will come true. So restlessly, we
pace the aisles and count the miles, peering ahead, waiting, waiting, waiting for the Station.
"Yes, when we reach the Station, that will be it!" we promise ourselves. "When we're
eighteen. . . win that promotion. . . put the last kid through college. . . buy that 450SL
Mercedes-Benz. . . have a nest egg for retirement!"
From that day on we will all live happily ever after.
Sooner or later, however, we must realize there is no Station in this life, no one earthly
place to arrive at once and for all. The journey is the joy. The Station is an illusion--it
constantly outdistances us. Yesterday's a memory, tomorrow's a dream. Yesterday belongs to a
history, tomorrow belongs to God. Yesterday's a fading sunset, tomorrow's a faint sunrise. Only
today is there light enough to love and live.
So, gently close the door on yesterday and throw the key away. It isn't the burdens of today
that drive men mad, but rather regret over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. Regret and
fear are twin thieves who would rob us of today.
"Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24, "This is
the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."
So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, swim more rivers, climb more
mountains, kiss more babies, count more stars. Laugh more and cry less. Go barefoot oftener.
Eat more ice cream. Ride more merry-go-rounds. Watch more sunsets. Life must be lived as we
go along. The Station will come soon enough.
I came across this poem a few days ago while I was at Caleb's shop. It really struck me the first time I read it. It has been a long time since I was just happy in the moment. Happy with where I am in this life. and to tell you the truth, when I read this the first time, I realized that I was not happy still with where I am. I keep thinking that when this happens, or that happens, or so and so does this that I will finally be content. But I am learning with study and help from others and God that this life really is just a passing fancy. A blink of an eye. A blip in the timeline of this universe. So it is our job as christians to make the most of every chance, every day that is placed before us. And to understand that in this short moment of today, we can be truly happy with the love that Christ has given to us.
By Robert J. Hastings
TUCKED AWAY in our subconscious minds is an idyllic vision in which we see ourselves
on a long journey that spans an entire continent. We're traveling by train and, from the
windows, we drink in the passing scenes of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at
crossings, of cattle grazing in distant pastures, of smoke pouring from power plants, of row
upon row upon row of cotton and corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of city skylines and
village halls.
But uppermost in our conscious minds is our final destination--for at a certain hour and on a
given day, our train will finally pull into the Station with bells ringing, flags waving, and bands
playing. And once that day comes, so many wonderful dreams will come true. So restlessly, we
pace the aisles and count the miles, peering ahead, waiting, waiting, waiting for the Station.
"Yes, when we reach the Station, that will be it!" we promise ourselves. "When we're
eighteen. . . win that promotion. . . put the last kid through college. . . buy that 450SL
Mercedes-Benz. . . have a nest egg for retirement!"
From that day on we will all live happily ever after.
Sooner or later, however, we must realize there is no Station in this life, no one earthly
place to arrive at once and for all. The journey is the joy. The Station is an illusion--it
constantly outdistances us. Yesterday's a memory, tomorrow's a dream. Yesterday belongs to a
history, tomorrow belongs to God. Yesterday's a fading sunset, tomorrow's a faint sunrise. Only
today is there light enough to love and live.
So, gently close the door on yesterday and throw the key away. It isn't the burdens of today
that drive men mad, but rather regret over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. Regret and
fear are twin thieves who would rob us of today.
"Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24, "This is
the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."
So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, swim more rivers, climb more
mountains, kiss more babies, count more stars. Laugh more and cry less. Go barefoot oftener.
Eat more ice cream. Ride more merry-go-rounds. Watch more sunsets. Life must be lived as we
go along. The Station will come soon enough.
I came across this poem a few days ago while I was at Caleb's shop. It really struck me the first time I read it. It has been a long time since I was just happy in the moment. Happy with where I am in this life. and to tell you the truth, when I read this the first time, I realized that I was not happy still with where I am. I keep thinking that when this happens, or that happens, or so and so does this that I will finally be content. But I am learning with study and help from others and God that this life really is just a passing fancy. A blink of an eye. A blip in the timeline of this universe. So it is our job as christians to make the most of every chance, every day that is placed before us. And to understand that in this short moment of today, we can be truly happy with the love that Christ has given to us.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Scars
The story goes a little like this--
Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving his shoes, socks and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.
His father working in the yard saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could.
Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a u-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much to passionate to let go. A farmer happened by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.
Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scrarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And on his arms were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.
The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scrars. The boy lifted his pant legs and then with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "but look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms too. I have them because my dad wouldn't let go."
You and I are just like that little boy. We have scars too. Not from an alligator, but from a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds are because God has REFUSED to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you.
Scripture tells us that God loves us. We are his children. He wants to protect us and provide for us in every way, but sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins and if you have the scars of love on your arms--be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go. Never judge another person's scars--you don't know how they got them.
Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving his shoes, socks and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.
His father working in the yard saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could.
Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a u-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much to passionate to let go. A farmer happened by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.
Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scrarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And on his arms were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.
The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scrars. The boy lifted his pant legs and then with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "but look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms too. I have them because my dad wouldn't let go."
You and I are just like that little boy. We have scars too. Not from an alligator, but from a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds are because God has REFUSED to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you.
Scripture tells us that God loves us. We are his children. He wants to protect us and provide for us in every way, but sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins and if you have the scars of love on your arms--be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go. Never judge another person's scars--you don't know how they got them.
Monday, April 07, 2008
How Great thou Art
I came across this video the other day and thought I would share it with everyone. This is a quartet called Reprise singing How Great Thou Art. It is absolutely BEAUTIFUL. And Jackie...you should listen this one all the way through, :)
Monday, March 17, 2008
Nonsensical Ramblings
It's been awhile since I have blogged and I really have a lot of stuff to get out, but for now, I am going to just put some random stuff down.
Watched Jenn and Mike get married this weekend and it was a really nice, simple wedding. The great thing about it is that I have gained a new friend in Mike. What a great guy and a great person for Jenn to have chosen as her husband.
Realized this weekend that i have also lost a friend. Not sure exactly how or when it happened, but we are no longer friends. That kind of sucks.
I am hooked on American Idol AGAIN. I watched religiously the season that Taylor Hicks won and swore that I wouldn't watch it again. BUT, here I go again.
Most of you know that I am not or have never been a real big fan of contemporary christian music. I prefer a capella music over it. I do enjoy Caedmon's Call, Selah and Third Day but sparingly. However, Mike has turned me onto Newsboys and I really like 'em. Go figure.
Betty Rackley is one of the greatest people ever.
I have always known that my sister was one of the toughest most strong willed people I have ever known and I have always looked up to her. More so now than ever. She is a HOSS.
My right hand is acting up again and a trip to the doctor is probably not too far away. This time they'll want to take the middle finger. They'll have a fight on their hands this time though, ;) I'm not ready to lose that one just yet. So we'll see.
Guess that's all for now. Oh and Jackie. It wasn't disgust when I saw that you had Sprint. It was more like pity. :)
Watched Jenn and Mike get married this weekend and it was a really nice, simple wedding. The great thing about it is that I have gained a new friend in Mike. What a great guy and a great person for Jenn to have chosen as her husband.
Realized this weekend that i have also lost a friend. Not sure exactly how or when it happened, but we are no longer friends. That kind of sucks.
I am hooked on American Idol AGAIN. I watched religiously the season that Taylor Hicks won and swore that I wouldn't watch it again. BUT, here I go again.
Most of you know that I am not or have never been a real big fan of contemporary christian music. I prefer a capella music over it. I do enjoy Caedmon's Call, Selah and Third Day but sparingly. However, Mike has turned me onto Newsboys and I really like 'em. Go figure.
Betty Rackley is one of the greatest people ever.
I have always known that my sister was one of the toughest most strong willed people I have ever known and I have always looked up to her. More so now than ever. She is a HOSS.
My right hand is acting up again and a trip to the doctor is probably not too far away. This time they'll want to take the middle finger. They'll have a fight on their hands this time though, ;) I'm not ready to lose that one just yet. So we'll see.
Guess that's all for now. Oh and Jackie. It wasn't disgust when I saw that you had Sprint. It was more like pity. :)
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
For the Love of Music
Wow..I haven't blogged anything in what seems like forever. So i'll see if I can remember how to do it. Here goes.
I guess it's no secret that music is a huge part of my life. I listen to it everday in some form or another. It has the power to change my mood, brighten my day or remind me of many memories. Brent and I used to sit in our living room in San Marcos and just listen to music together. Of course we would by and large listen to mostly barbershop. We'd sit and comment on favorite chords, verses and such. I loved those moments. This past monday after bible study, Jackie, Robert and I listened to some music together. It was a great time and something I hadn't done with anyone in quite awhile. It was really enjoyable to listen to music with other people who are affected by it in the same way that I am. I hope we can do it again sometime very soon.
Well that's about all i've got today. Hope that everyone has a great Thanksgiving!
I guess it's no secret that music is a huge part of my life. I listen to it everday in some form or another. It has the power to change my mood, brighten my day or remind me of many memories. Brent and I used to sit in our living room in San Marcos and just listen to music together. Of course we would by and large listen to mostly barbershop. We'd sit and comment on favorite chords, verses and such. I loved those moments. This past monday after bible study, Jackie, Robert and I listened to some music together. It was a great time and something I hadn't done with anyone in quite awhile. It was really enjoyable to listen to music with other people who are affected by it in the same way that I am. I hope we can do it again sometime very soon.
Well that's about all i've got today. Hope that everyone has a great Thanksgiving!
Thursday, June 14, 2007
I found it!
Awhile back, I posted about a quartet named Bluegrass Student Union who inspired me to start singing barbershop. Well I found a video of them singing "Ya Got Trouble" From The Music Man. Enjoy!
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Thoughts
Well, my mom and I got back from Oklahoma City yesterday afternoon and boy is it good to be home. Was a long couple of days going back and forth from the hospital to the dr.'s office.
A couple of things came to my attention you could say these past few days. The finality of all of this is starting to sink in. I've always known that this point could come at some time or another (losing the fingers), but now that it is here i'm not as ready for it as I thought I was. I think that I am ok with losing the ring finger but I don't think I am ok with losing the middle one. I am having a hard time with that concept. However, it really is out of my hands (ha, pardon the pun). I won't know until I wake up in recovery if the middle one is gone or not. That is the part I am having a hard time with. But I am getting there slowly. Hopefully i'll get there before 6 a.m. next thursday.
Another thing. Here's a new concept to all of you. God answers prayers. Imagine that. I have been in prayer over a multitude of things these past few days and have been fortunate enough to witness the answers to those prayers. Safety in horrendous weather, answers to medical questions and many more. Simply, god is good.
One more. What would we do without family? I mean our real families and our church families? So many prayers that I don't even know of have been sent to heaven on my and my mother's behalf. And they have been a blessing. I would not be in a position to deal with this were it not for my family and friends. I don't think that my mother would be either. We are both blessed to be a part of the Pleasanton church and to be acquainted with such fine christian people.
Thursday morning next week is coming whether I am ready for it to or not. As I write this there are really weird things going through my mind. I'll type differently the next time I sit here. If I ever make a turkey at thanksgiving again, mine will be a little messed up. Will I be able to play tennis the same or will there be a major adjustment to be made? Lots of others are racing around in there as well but they are better left unsaid I guess.
I am not too sure how to end this except to say that I know that God will take care of me through this. He will. I have to believe that. And I know it.
A couple of things came to my attention you could say these past few days. The finality of all of this is starting to sink in. I've always known that this point could come at some time or another (losing the fingers), but now that it is here i'm not as ready for it as I thought I was. I think that I am ok with losing the ring finger but I don't think I am ok with losing the middle one. I am having a hard time with that concept. However, it really is out of my hands (ha, pardon the pun). I won't know until I wake up in recovery if the middle one is gone or not. That is the part I am having a hard time with. But I am getting there slowly. Hopefully i'll get there before 6 a.m. next thursday.
Another thing. Here's a new concept to all of you. God answers prayers. Imagine that. I have been in prayer over a multitude of things these past few days and have been fortunate enough to witness the answers to those prayers. Safety in horrendous weather, answers to medical questions and many more. Simply, god is good.
One more. What would we do without family? I mean our real families and our church families? So many prayers that I don't even know of have been sent to heaven on my and my mother's behalf. And they have been a blessing. I would not be in a position to deal with this were it not for my family and friends. I don't think that my mother would be either. We are both blessed to be a part of the Pleasanton church and to be acquainted with such fine christian people.
Thursday morning next week is coming whether I am ready for it to or not. As I write this there are really weird things going through my mind. I'll type differently the next time I sit here. If I ever make a turkey at thanksgiving again, mine will be a little messed up. Will I be able to play tennis the same or will there be a major adjustment to be made? Lots of others are racing around in there as well but they are better left unsaid I guess.
I am not too sure how to end this except to say that I know that God will take care of me through this. He will. I have to believe that. And I know it.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Toyota
For the past month and a half, I have been in the application process for the Toyota plant in San Antonio. I have gone through a 5 hour computer skills assessment and a 9 hour physical ability assessment. All the while I have been praying like I have never prayed before that God will open this door and allow me to work there. At every stage of the application process, it felt so good to feel that he was taking his time and allowing everything to fall into place. But...now the doubt is starting to creep in. What if, no matter how badly I want to get this job, God doesn't have it in his plan for me? I have been BEGGING in prayer for this to happen and now my prayers are earnestly asking for his plan to change to include this happening for me. Is it wrong to question his plan? To see so much good that could come from this and to want it so badly, yet knowing that there is a chance that he may not allow it to happen. It is beginning to worry me that I may harbor some resentment if it doesn't happen. That, I know is wrong on all levels and it scares me to think those feelings could arise. So, i'd just like to ask that everyone remember me in your prayers and pray that Toyota becomes a part of my very near future.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Why Do I Watch?
Well, I just finished watching my beloved Kansas Jayhawks lose to the UCLA Bruins in the Elite Eight. I am crushed yet again by my boys in blue and white. Every year I get my hopes up and every year they come oh so close and never live up to my expectations. Now don't get me wrong, i am not placing unfair expectations on these guys. I mean they were a #1 seed and had won 14 straight until tonight. They won the regular season Big 12 title and the Big 12 Tournament championship. And they proceeded to play horribly tonight when it mattered.
Now I have been watching Kansas basketball since almost before I can remember. My dad's parents are from Kansas so that is where my loyalty started. From a very young age i can remember watching and rooting for the Jayhawks like a rabid dog. I remember watching them win the national championship in 1988 and being SO incredibly excited. But ever since then I get so wrapped up in them that I get so dissapointed when they lose. It's not like I even went to Kansas University, but I sure feel like I did.
So, I am crushed and must wait for another year to roll around so I can place all of my hopes and dreams on a single team to win it all. Gotta love college basketball.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Want, Want, Want
Have you ever really wanted something for yourself in a way that is almost impossible to describe? I mean to want something so bad that it almost overrides everything else. That is where I am at the moment. Have been for awhile. I want something and it doesn't appear that it is going to happen for me. That is a not so bueno feeling. To realize that no matter how hard you pray and wish for something, that it is not going to come to fruition. So now my thoughts have begun to turn to dealing with not having this. But I still can't get over not having it. Quite the dilemma. Not much fun. I guess I need to buck up and get over it, huh?
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
House Sitting
So for the past few days I have been house sitting for my grandmother's next door neighbours, Linda and Murray Metcalfe. This is my first time to ever house sit and I have to say that it is a bit strange. I mean, I am in someone's house. I'm afraid to touch anything, i'm freezing to death because I don't want to run up a big electric bill, etc. Now Linda and Murray are 2 of the nicest people I know. I believe eccentric would be a good word to describe them. They are gone most months of the year travelling all over the world and their house shows it. There are decorations and things from all corners of the globe. They told me to just feel at home and do whatever I wanted. Have people over, roast a pig in the fireplace, they didn't mind at all. Their just glad to have someone they know taking care of the house. They are in Miami at the moment just relaxing. I talked to Murray last night and he told me they won't be back until the middle of February. Are you kidding me? I am now house sitting for over a month. This house is huge by the way. I won't want to go back home when they get back. Maybe I could just move into one of the bedrooms....
(This was a terrible blog. I haven't blogged in awhile and the mood just hit me. Talk about rambling....)
(This was a terrible blog. I haven't blogged in awhile and the mood just hit me. Talk about rambling....)
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Little More Realtime
I found a few videos of Realtime from Salt Lake City's international competition last year and thought i'd put 'em on here for everyone to see. Enjoy! (and I wanted to see if I could really post a video here. I had ulterior motives, ;)
Monday, December 18, 2006
A Little Thing Called Realtime
So I received in the mail today my fresh and new copy of Realtime's newest CD. Realtime is the 2005 international champion. They will always hold a special place in my heart since their win occurred on my first trip to an international convention in Salt Lake City, UT. The CD is PHENOMENAL as I expected it to be but it has blown me away. They are amazing. I say all of this to say this. I haven't been listening to any barbershop for the past few months. It was just too hard. My mom saw me checking out Realtime's website one day and must have seen that they had the CD available. She secretly ordered it for me and told me it was on the way a few days ago. At first I was a little worried because I figured I wouldn't be able to listen to it without crying like a schoolgirl. But, I popped it in regardless today and grinned from ear to ear through the whole thing. Apparently that wound is starting to heal and Realtime helped me see it. I don't know when or where I will barbershop again. I do know that I will faithfully pay my dues each year and maintain my membership in the society for the rest of my life. But, until that day comes when I get back in the saddle, I have plenty of barbershop CD's and videos that I can finally watch again. i can't put into words how much that will help me break out of this funk I have been in. I hope it does. Thank god for prayer and Realtime!
p.s. You can go to http://www.realtimequartet.com and listen to the first song on the CD. On the left side of the page is a recordings box with a play button. Believe it or not, everyone should know it!
p.s. You can go to http://www.realtimequartet.com and listen to the first song on the CD. On the left side of the page is a recordings box with a play button. Believe it or not, everyone should know it!
Monday, December 11, 2006
Midterms and Such
The teacher passes out the exam and you sit there anxiously waiting to get your copy. It finally comes and you take a quick look at it. Not too long, not too short. She tells the class to begin and you take a gander at question one. Not sure of that one so you move on to number two. You didn't really study for this one, but you think that you paid enough attention during the past 6 weeks. It's starting to look like you might not have. As you work your way through the test, you are not sure of quite a few of the answers and seem to be skipping an awful lot. Then a sinking feeling starts to hit. You are not ready for this test and you are more than likely going to fail. Maybe you'll scrape through but probably not.
That's what life feels like right now. Just F.Y.I....it's a crappy feeling.
That's what life feels like right now. Just F.Y.I....it's a crappy feeling.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Just Jamie Rambling...again
I haven't blogged in awhile so I decided to just put some random thoughts i've had running around in my head. Here goes.
--I got a chance to meet Matt White last night of the Matt White Band. This is one of my favoritebands at the moment. They are from Austin and were headed back from Corpus. They stopped in for some gas and munchies and such. i said hello to Matt and asked if he was in fact Matt White. I think I stunned him a bit because he looked at me kind of funny and said that yes he was and how in the world did I know who he was. I told him I had heard him on Myspace and how much I enjoyed his music. He and his bandmates were really some of the nicest people i've ever met. We talked about what songs I liked and such then they had to head out. But, not before giving me a CD of their newest stuff. So it was a pretty cool evening. It's always nice to meet someone that you admire and have them be so nice. I've had the distinct displeasure of meeting Julia Roberts and what a cow she was. But that's that.
--I have added another pet peeve to my growing list (it's getting WAY too long) I can't stand to have crumpled up money thrown at me when I finish a sale. It drives me cray. Maybe it's because i'm so anal about keeping all of mine facing the same direction and in numerical order. It drives me nuts to have to straighten it out and stuff it in the cash drawer.
--I was listening to some random CD's earlier and came across one of my all time favorite songs. The name of the group is Bluegrass Student Union and the song is "A Foggy Day." They were international champions in 1974 and were light years ahead of their time. They sang on my grandfather's chapter show when I was about 8 or 9. I had been to quite a few show of his before and I liked it but nothing more than that. Then in the middle of BSU's set they started this song and I snapped to attention. I LOVED it and it's the song (and group) that made me want to sing barbershop. So I thought i'd share it with everyone.
i guess that's all that I can think of for now. So I hope everyone has a great week and an even better holiday season!
(I tried to place links here so everyone could hear a little Matt White Band and Bluegrass Student Union but blogger doesn't like me enough to let me do that!)
--I got a chance to meet Matt White last night of the Matt White Band. This is one of my favoritebands at the moment. They are from Austin and were headed back from Corpus. They stopped in for some gas and munchies and such. i said hello to Matt and asked if he was in fact Matt White. I think I stunned him a bit because he looked at me kind of funny and said that yes he was and how in the world did I know who he was. I told him I had heard him on Myspace and how much I enjoyed his music. He and his bandmates were really some of the nicest people i've ever met. We talked about what songs I liked and such then they had to head out. But, not before giving me a CD of their newest stuff. So it was a pretty cool evening. It's always nice to meet someone that you admire and have them be so nice. I've had the distinct displeasure of meeting Julia Roberts and what a cow she was. But that's that.
--I have added another pet peeve to my growing list (it's getting WAY too long) I can't stand to have crumpled up money thrown at me when I finish a sale. It drives me cray. Maybe it's because i'm so anal about keeping all of mine facing the same direction and in numerical order. It drives me nuts to have to straighten it out and stuff it in the cash drawer.
--I was listening to some random CD's earlier and came across one of my all time favorite songs. The name of the group is Bluegrass Student Union and the song is "A Foggy Day." They were international champions in 1974 and were light years ahead of their time. They sang on my grandfather's chapter show when I was about 8 or 9. I had been to quite a few show of his before and I liked it but nothing more than that. Then in the middle of BSU's set they started this song and I snapped to attention. I LOVED it and it's the song (and group) that made me want to sing barbershop. So I thought i'd share it with everyone.
i guess that's all that I can think of for now. So I hope everyone has a great week and an even better holiday season!
(I tried to place links here so everyone could hear a little Matt White Band and Bluegrass Student Union but blogger doesn't like me enough to let me do that!)
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
God Outside the Box
Don't cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me, come find me
Make up your mind
This is the chorus to a new song by the band Evanescence. I was listening to it the other day and it got me to thinking. We've been studying Revelation in our monday night bible study and i've also been doing some study on my own of the old testament. We serve a jealous and vengeful god. He has done some pretty severe dealing with the human race. But, he is also a forgiving and loving god. It sure helps to put things in perspective that he will someday finally deal with all of the evil in this world past and present. He sits waiting and hoping for all to come to him and change their lives through him. I guess that song got me to thinking, "what if god actually had that kind of attitude?" Almost like the father of a small child who is frustrated to the point of saying, "well here i've been all along. so stop crying and fix your life. I haven't been hiding and if you really wanted to change, you'd come find me." Now I know he is never frustrated, or maybe he is. I am not sure. It has just helped me lately to be reminded of the wrath of god. Maybe it could help us all to be mindful that while he loves us and would do almost anything to help us, he is also a wrathful being that will punish those who do wrong.
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