When I say Florida, I don't mean the University of Florida Gators. Even though they are doing well right now, I mean Florida is home, and Florida is where I've been for about three weeks. It has been nice being back home and getting back into the swing of things. Along with ministry opportunities and playing out some, I've been able to catch up on some football and baseball games, fine tune my Bobby Flay cooking techniques in the kitchen, and re-establish my taxi-cab service for the boys.
Tate is doing much better in school with his behavior and his grades have been great all year long. Spencer is learning the french horn in middle school band, singing in the all-county chorus, and getting ready to try out for the middle school basketball team. Colton is having a good year playing baseball (pitching and catching mostly), and hitting the ball good. His drumming and other musical skills are coming along quickly! Now we just need to work on his math class.
Kim is keeping this fall with her flu shot campaigns, keeping all of us in line at home, and getting ready for the holidays. All in all, it feels great to finally be back home. Even while touring I've been working on some things since last spring and looking forward to seeing those dreams come to pass. God has been good to my family. I'm thankful for His faithfulness and blessings in our lives.
I probably won't blog as much in the upcoming weeks, but I'm working on an additional website and some new musical opportunities. Keep us in your prayers.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Tennessee!
I left Knoxville early Friday morning and drove to Nashville to pick Kim up at the airport. Her flight arrived mid-morning and she walked outside just as I drove up to the sidewalk. Perfect timing! I think buying the new Ricky Skaggs cd at Cracker Barrel helped keep me on time. (It also helped get me another speeding ticket.) We drove to the hotel over near the Opryland area and checked in early. We rested the afternoon and then headed to a wedding I was singing and playing at over in west Nashville. It was a beautiful wedding with 19 bridesmaids. It was maybe the largest wedding I've ever been to, and it was a wonderful evening. We were able to see many friends from the past and enjoyed catching up with them and the latest changes in their lives. Saturday we enjoyed the Opry Mills outlet mall and went downtown Nashville for dinner and some music. Sunday I played over in Dickson, TN (west of Nashville) and we had a wonderful time. Again, there was no agenda really, just a desire to find where it was God wanted us to be, and to help lead His children closer to His presence. It is just that simple. Freedom is a wonderful thing. To be free in a service and take your time in ministry is a real blessing. God did some great things in the service and we had a wonderful day. Kim and I enjoyed the weekend and are counting the days until I get back home to Florida. I took her to the airport yesterday afternoon, and then drove back to Knoxville to return my rental car. (I can honestly say a PT Cruiser isn't in my top ten list of favorite vehicles to be in.) I made it back to my friends house and am enjoying just being in the smokie mountains for a couple of days before heading to Greensboro, NC for a conference. I plan on being back in Florida sometime later next week. It will be nice to be off the road and finally back home.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Light at the end of the tunnel...
So much has happened since my last blog. The end of the tour is in sight, so I'll attempt to bring you up to date with things. As difficult as it was to leave Apopka and fly back to Memphis, it was a bit easier knowing that I would be on my last leg of the summer/fall tour. A week ago Monday, I flew back to Memphis and spent some quality time with family, my siblings and stepdad, and friends. It is always good to "go back home" and re-live some childhood memories.
After resting up a day, I was in service at my home church and thoroughly enjoyed the pastor's message. After service we went to a local hamburger joint and endulged ourselves. (At least I did.) The next day I visited the college campus where Kim and I met nearly 25 years ago! I walked around the campus, viewed some yearbooks in the library, took plenty of pictures, etc. I was fortunate enough to sit in on a rehearsal of one of the bands that I played in back in 1983. Wow! Then the dean of music and I discussed life and music in his office for about an hour. What a delightful day it was! I was missing Kim pretty badly by this time. Later in the afternoon I drove to visit a friend who owns a recording studio and was able to see his new studio (in the process of being built), and enjoyed talking old times and friends. I rushed back to my hometown to watch the vice-presidential debate with my stepdad and wasn't disappointed with Sarah Palin's performance. On Friday night, my siblings, nephews and their families met for dinner at Cravin' Catfish. Catfish is one of my main weaknesses, although I suppose it could be worse, right? Saturday morning I drove my stepdad down to visit my Uncle Fred and Aunt Linda. Uncle Fred is my mom's only surviving sibling. Aunt Linda walked me down to their catfish pond and she fed the fish a plate filled with homemade biscuits. I immediately asked if I could "borrow" a rod and reel, and quickly caught about a 5 pounder. I set the hook in his mouth so hard, I had to call for Uncle Fred to help me with a pair of pliers. (I know how to get a hook from the mouth of a fish.) Uncle Fred cleaned the fish, as Aunt Linda made lunch. There must have been a dozen vegetable selections on their table. It was veggie heaven! After lunch we drove to a motorcycle shop to see a bike that my cousin is trying to sell. I have no idea why I went there, except maybe hoping for a miracle that somehow, this time, I would make a purchase. No such luck. Later that night I left for Florence, AL so I'd be there for service the next morning. On the way, I stopped at Catfish Country in Booneville, MS for one last taste of Mississippi catfish before I head home...
Sunday services in Florence were fantastic! The music, worship, and the Word was just what I needed. I always have a wonderful time with friends in Florence. Monday morning, I stopped by the mall for a few new shirts, a haircut, and lunch, before heading to Athens, AL to see more friends on my way to Knoxville. I met a friend at Starbucks for coffee (which doesn't sound like me at all), and enjoyed our discussion on the changing times of music and ministry. He is younger than I am, and that always seems to bring a proper balance into the discussion. Then I went over to visit some friends who I hadn't seen in a long time. We talked politics, the upcoming presidential election, kids, food, life's necessary changes, etc.
I left for Knoxville, TN on Wednesday morning and drove all the way in a rainstorm. I finally arrived at my friends' house, just in time for visit a while and drive over to a music conference I was attending in Maryville, TN. Again, the music, worship, and Word was awesome and just what I needed! There is no substitute for God and His anointing in our music. Many times we don't see anointing in our music is because there is too much of "us" present, and we leave very little room for God. We try to make things happen on our own, and what eventually begins to happen is we find ourselves in a rut... of going through the motions and relying on our human abilities instead of God's anointing. Going through the motions is no way to live life.
Thursday night I was in service in east Knoxville and had an incredible time there! Little did I know the church had just completed a ten day fast and there was a wonderful presence of God in the place. It made ministering in song so much easier. There was no set list or long outline. There was no agenda. There was no pre-concieved idea of what was supposed to take place. The only thing that we wanted was a powerful display of God's presence. Wow! It is amazing at the differences in flowing in the spirit and following a song or service outline. It's like eating a cheap hotdog or a filet mignon. I love it whenever God's presence is so strong it seems the only thing to do is simply stand still and be reverent and quiet. To be in awe of his greatness. In awe of His might. Less of me, more of Him. I am so undeserving. None of us deserve His blessings.
Just a few more days and I'll be heading back home to Florida! I can the end now... and really, it is only the beginning.
After resting up a day, I was in service at my home church and thoroughly enjoyed the pastor's message. After service we went to a local hamburger joint and endulged ourselves. (At least I did.) The next day I visited the college campus where Kim and I met nearly 25 years ago! I walked around the campus, viewed some yearbooks in the library, took plenty of pictures, etc. I was fortunate enough to sit in on a rehearsal of one of the bands that I played in back in 1983. Wow! Then the dean of music and I discussed life and music in his office for about an hour. What a delightful day it was! I was missing Kim pretty badly by this time. Later in the afternoon I drove to visit a friend who owns a recording studio and was able to see his new studio (in the process of being built), and enjoyed talking old times and friends. I rushed back to my hometown to watch the vice-presidential debate with my stepdad and wasn't disappointed with Sarah Palin's performance. On Friday night, my siblings, nephews and their families met for dinner at Cravin' Catfish. Catfish is one of my main weaknesses, although I suppose it could be worse, right? Saturday morning I drove my stepdad down to visit my Uncle Fred and Aunt Linda. Uncle Fred is my mom's only surviving sibling. Aunt Linda walked me down to their catfish pond and she fed the fish a plate filled with homemade biscuits. I immediately asked if I could "borrow" a rod and reel, and quickly caught about a 5 pounder. I set the hook in his mouth so hard, I had to call for Uncle Fred to help me with a pair of pliers. (I know how to get a hook from the mouth of a fish.) Uncle Fred cleaned the fish, as Aunt Linda made lunch. There must have been a dozen vegetable selections on their table. It was veggie heaven! After lunch we drove to a motorcycle shop to see a bike that my cousin is trying to sell. I have no idea why I went there, except maybe hoping for a miracle that somehow, this time, I would make a purchase. No such luck. Later that night I left for Florence, AL so I'd be there for service the next morning. On the way, I stopped at Catfish Country in Booneville, MS for one last taste of Mississippi catfish before I head home...
Sunday services in Florence were fantastic! The music, worship, and the Word was just what I needed. I always have a wonderful time with friends in Florence. Monday morning, I stopped by the mall for a few new shirts, a haircut, and lunch, before heading to Athens, AL to see more friends on my way to Knoxville. I met a friend at Starbucks for coffee (which doesn't sound like me at all), and enjoyed our discussion on the changing times of music and ministry. He is younger than I am, and that always seems to bring a proper balance into the discussion. Then I went over to visit some friends who I hadn't seen in a long time. We talked politics, the upcoming presidential election, kids, food, life's necessary changes, etc.
I left for Knoxville, TN on Wednesday morning and drove all the way in a rainstorm. I finally arrived at my friends' house, just in time for visit a while and drive over to a music conference I was attending in Maryville, TN. Again, the music, worship, and Word was awesome and just what I needed! There is no substitute for God and His anointing in our music. Many times we don't see anointing in our music is because there is too much of "us" present, and we leave very little room for God. We try to make things happen on our own, and what eventually begins to happen is we find ourselves in a rut... of going through the motions and relying on our human abilities instead of God's anointing. Going through the motions is no way to live life.
Thursday night I was in service in east Knoxville and had an incredible time there! Little did I know the church had just completed a ten day fast and there was a wonderful presence of God in the place. It made ministering in song so much easier. There was no set list or long outline. There was no agenda. There was no pre-concieved idea of what was supposed to take place. The only thing that we wanted was a powerful display of God's presence. Wow! It is amazing at the differences in flowing in the spirit and following a song or service outline. It's like eating a cheap hotdog or a filet mignon. I love it whenever God's presence is so strong it seems the only thing to do is simply stand still and be reverent and quiet. To be in awe of his greatness. In awe of His might. Less of me, more of Him. I am so undeserving. None of us deserve His blessings.
Just a few more days and I'll be heading back home to Florida! I can the end now... and really, it is only the beginning.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Pride, Joy, and Treasure
A few times this summer while the boys and I were on tour, the question arose that of my three sons, which one did I love the most? Actually, it wasn't a question as much as it was an accusation that I must love one more than the others. How absurd is that? I hadn't heard that "question" since I asked (screamed) it out myself as a young child. This topic usually came up when one of the boys didn't get their way about something, or they didn't get what they asked for in the mall, etc. I usually explained to them all how I loved them equally, and how parents don't love one child more than another. Somehow, this answer never satisfies them, especially the younger two boys. Even though they are all three different in personalities and dispositions, naturally they all mean the world to Kim and I.
For example, Colton being the oldest child is pretty independent and head strong. He has his own idea about things (most everything), and sometimes needs extra time with dad or mom to come around to our way of thinking. But when I see where his interests are, I can't help but feel good. He plays high school baseball, yet most of his friends, at least the ones he wants to hang out with, are from church. If given the choice between playing a baseball game and rehearsing with a worship band, he would choose the band most of the time. Colton's main instrument is drums, but he learned to play the bass and acoustic guitar this past summer. (One night he even found a microphone that was louder than mine, and started singing in it.) We can't have that now can we? Haha His grades are good for the most part, and he is very sociable with others. He loves the things of God and is always willing to do whatever is asked of him when it comes to giving himself to the kingdom. I am very proud of Colton and all that he has accomplished so far in his life.
My middle son Spencer, is sometimes called "Little Deano". People have a big laugh whenever I let him put on my glasses for a moment. We've never had any problem out of Spencer. He too loves playing baseball and football and does a great job at both. He has played on some teams that went to state tournaments and has achieved quite a lot in the sportsworld. But when it comes to sports or church or music, Spencer jumps at the opportunities for music and church. He is very talented and has become a good singer. Along with playing the guitar, he is picking up some things on the piano as well. Spencer is tenderhearted and has a soft and sweet spirit. Everywhere we went this past summer, people often commented on how they enjoyed being with Spencer. It is a joy to watch Spencer grow up in the ways of the Lord, and I am excited to see what all God has in store for his life.
Tate. There are times I wonder what was I thinking... at age 39, when we were sure we'd have a little girl, if only we tried one more time. I just have to thank God that Tate is our last child. Tate is quite a little ham. He loves to entertain others, and is the owner of a huge imagination. Tate immediately wins people over. On the summer tour, it was Tate that people always wanted to see play the drums. I could be singing, but all eyes were on Tate. He just turned six years old a week ago, and has girlfriends strung out all across the country. Tate doesn't hide the fact that he is a player when it comes to girls. (We really should be worried.) Most, if not all of his girlfriends are at least high school age, usually college. I reminded him this summer that when I was 5 years old, I did nothing exciting. I never went on trips, never crossed the state line, never saw all the things he'd seen, etc. Knowing that Tate is our last child, our baby, makes every moment a little extra special. I treasure each day spent with Him. He is a real treasure in our lives.
My pride, my joy, and my treasure. Kim and I are very blessed to have Colton, Spencer, and Tate in our lives.
For example, Colton being the oldest child is pretty independent and head strong. He has his own idea about things (most everything), and sometimes needs extra time with dad or mom to come around to our way of thinking. But when I see where his interests are, I can't help but feel good. He plays high school baseball, yet most of his friends, at least the ones he wants to hang out with, are from church. If given the choice between playing a baseball game and rehearsing with a worship band, he would choose the band most of the time. Colton's main instrument is drums, but he learned to play the bass and acoustic guitar this past summer. (One night he even found a microphone that was louder than mine, and started singing in it.) We can't have that now can we? Haha His grades are good for the most part, and he is very sociable with others. He loves the things of God and is always willing to do whatever is asked of him when it comes to giving himself to the kingdom. I am very proud of Colton and all that he has accomplished so far in his life.
My middle son Spencer, is sometimes called "Little Deano". People have a big laugh whenever I let him put on my glasses for a moment. We've never had any problem out of Spencer. He too loves playing baseball and football and does a great job at both. He has played on some teams that went to state tournaments and has achieved quite a lot in the sportsworld. But when it comes to sports or church or music, Spencer jumps at the opportunities for music and church. He is very talented and has become a good singer. Along with playing the guitar, he is picking up some things on the piano as well. Spencer is tenderhearted and has a soft and sweet spirit. Everywhere we went this past summer, people often commented on how they enjoyed being with Spencer. It is a joy to watch Spencer grow up in the ways of the Lord, and I am excited to see what all God has in store for his life.
Tate. There are times I wonder what was I thinking... at age 39, when we were sure we'd have a little girl, if only we tried one more time. I just have to thank God that Tate is our last child. Tate is quite a little ham. He loves to entertain others, and is the owner of a huge imagination. Tate immediately wins people over. On the summer tour, it was Tate that people always wanted to see play the drums. I could be singing, but all eyes were on Tate. He just turned six years old a week ago, and has girlfriends strung out all across the country. Tate doesn't hide the fact that he is a player when it comes to girls. (We really should be worried.) Most, if not all of his girlfriends are at least high school age, usually college. I reminded him this summer that when I was 5 years old, I did nothing exciting. I never went on trips, never crossed the state line, never saw all the things he'd seen, etc. Knowing that Tate is our last child, our baby, makes every moment a little extra special. I treasure each day spent with Him. He is a real treasure in our lives.
My pride, my joy, and my treasure. Kim and I are very blessed to have Colton, Spencer, and Tate in our lives.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Home Is Where The Heart Is
The flight to Orlando yesterday was worth every penny I paid for it! It feels good to be back home for a few days. Kim picked me up at the airport and gave me a big hug and kisses! I miss her so much whenever I'm on the road, and I appreciate her being so understanding with the call of God I have on my life. I am so blessed to have such a wonderful wife, and the boys are fortunate to have a mom who takes care of all their needs.
This morning I am sitting in my brand new recliner and enjoying the quietness of my house. After waking up very early (again) and seeing Spencer off to school, I spent some time with Tate before letting him ride his brand new bicycle down to the bus stop. Kim left for work shortly afterward and I'm waiting to take Colton to his orthodontist appointment. Just call me Mr. Mom. I have a lunch appointment with a super musician Corey Powell who heads up one of the finest horn sections in the country. He plays with many top artists, and I get to buy him lunch today. Colton has a baseball game today and tells me he is scheduled to start the game pitching. Spencer has a football game on Saturday and I'm excited about seeing him dish out some pain to the other team. (Listen to me! I've turned into a dad with anger management issues.) I'd better charge up the camera now.
Yesterday was Tate's 6th birthday and he was pumped up for it too! As soon as he walked through the doorway from school he wanted to go to town and get his bicycle that we had promised him. I'm surprised he didn't run someone over in the store while he was trying it out for size. We had dinner at Sonny's BBQ and he thought he was big stuff since he ate ribs and cleaned the bone like an expert. (I wonder where he got that talent from?) Then we had some birthday cake while the waitresses sang "Happy Birthday" to Tate. Last night Colton had band practice, Spencer had football practice, and I practiced laying my head on the pillow around 9:00.
It will be great being at home for a week. I have several meetings planned regarding some exciting things coming up later in the fall, along with playing out a couple of times as well. Then it's back on the road again (in the words of Willie Nelson) as I fly back to Memphis next Monday and pick up where I left off. After making it to the Ole Miss homecoming next Saturday, I'll begin to make my way through MS, AL, TN, NC, and GA before heading home for good around the end of October. The good news is Kim will meet me in Nashville for a weekend and Colton will do the same in Greensboro, NC.
If anyone can hook me up, I am looking for the following football tickets: Ole Miss, Vanderbilt, Tennessee, and Georgia. (I'm not sure if they still play football in North Carolina.) Just kidding!
This morning I am sitting in my brand new recliner and enjoying the quietness of my house. After waking up very early (again) and seeing Spencer off to school, I spent some time with Tate before letting him ride his brand new bicycle down to the bus stop. Kim left for work shortly afterward and I'm waiting to take Colton to his orthodontist appointment. Just call me Mr. Mom. I have a lunch appointment with a super musician Corey Powell who heads up one of the finest horn sections in the country. He plays with many top artists, and I get to buy him lunch today. Colton has a baseball game today and tells me he is scheduled to start the game pitching. Spencer has a football game on Saturday and I'm excited about seeing him dish out some pain to the other team. (Listen to me! I've turned into a dad with anger management issues.) I'd better charge up the camera now.
Yesterday was Tate's 6th birthday and he was pumped up for it too! As soon as he walked through the doorway from school he wanted to go to town and get his bicycle that we had promised him. I'm surprised he didn't run someone over in the store while he was trying it out for size. We had dinner at Sonny's BBQ and he thought he was big stuff since he ate ribs and cleaned the bone like an expert. (I wonder where he got that talent from?) Then we had some birthday cake while the waitresses sang "Happy Birthday" to Tate. Last night Colton had band practice, Spencer had football practice, and I practiced laying my head on the pillow around 9:00.
It will be great being at home for a week. I have several meetings planned regarding some exciting things coming up later in the fall, along with playing out a couple of times as well. Then it's back on the road again (in the words of Willie Nelson) as I fly back to Memphis next Monday and pick up where I left off. After making it to the Ole Miss homecoming next Saturday, I'll begin to make my way through MS, AL, TN, NC, and GA before heading home for good around the end of October. The good news is Kim will meet me in Nashville for a weekend and Colton will do the same in Greensboro, NC.
If anyone can hook me up, I am looking for the following football tickets: Ole Miss, Vanderbilt, Tennessee, and Georgia. (I'm not sure if they still play football in North Carolina.) Just kidding!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Heading Home
It felt so good last week crossing the state line from Indiana into Kentucky. Then the trip down to Nashville was even better. But neither compared to driving into Mississippi. Wednesday afternoon I stopped at ASCAP and took care of some business, then I had lunch with a friend in outside of Nashville. We shared our visions for ministry, and our dreams for life. He is getting married in a couple of weeks and that reminded me of so many dreams I had at that age. Many years later, I am happy to report that I feel my best years are ahead! After a great lunch (more like dinner), I drove I-40 west and played at a church in Dickson, TN. I spent the night and got an early start for Mississippi on Thursday. For some reason on travel days, I usually can't sleep in. Thursday was no exception. I stayed awake trying to get my phone to work between Jackson, TN and Holly Springs, MS where I had planned on having lunch with a pastor friend of mine from way back. I hadn't seen him in several years and it seemed as if we met for lunch everyday. I am amazed how God controls our lives and blesses our families when we remain faithful to His calling. I am so happy for everyone in my life who has dreamed dreams in life, had visions for their ministry, and found where they are supposed to be in both. Thursday night I met my sister, my brother and sister-in-law, and my stepdad for dinner. We stayed so long talking... it seemed we shut the place down.
Friday, I drove over to Batesville, MS to visit a long-time friend from college. He has been involved in music ministry for ever it seems, and I thoroughly enjoyed being with his wonderful family. As a bonus, our football team from Apopka had made the trip up to Mississippi to play his high school team. It was a battle to the end, as Apopka fell short. Saturday morning I was able to sleep in until 10:00 AM. That was the first time in about ten days I hadn't awakened early. Playing one-nighters can begin to take a toll on the body (and voice). The drive over to Oxford was only 30 minutes and I set up camp to tailgate on the Ole Miss campus. The game against Vanderbilt started at 6:00 PM and was a great game even though Ole Miss fell short on the scoreboard. The entire weekend brought back some wonderful memories of my time spent at Ole Miss and the Mississippi delta.
This morning I woke up very early and drove about two hours to Corinth, MS and played at a 10:30 service. I always enjoy playing in Corinth. That town also brings back memories of when I was at Northeast and met Kim. On my way out of town I stopped in Booneville and drove around the campus. It has changed some with a few new or remodeled buildings, but overall, it has the same look and feel as it did back in 1981. (Tuition for an 18-hour semester was $220 back then.) I suddenly feel very old! I drove around the campus and saw all the hangout spots where Kim and I spent a lot of time... and I thanked God for keeping his hand of blessing on our lives and blessing us with a wonderful family. None of our friends would have ever thought we could have made it together and lasted this long. Those were the days... It is a good thing to look back every once in a while... just to see how far God has brought us. I really couldn't have made it without Him on my side. Today I remembered the times He spared my life and gave me another chance to do what was right and serve Him. Some of my friends weren't so lucky. Automobile accidents, tragic circumstances, etc. have claimed the lives of many of my friends. Tonight, I am the luckiest man alive. And tomorrow is Tate's 6th birthday, and I'm flying home to Orlando for a week! Even though I'll be working it will be great to spend some time at home with the family. This tour will end around the third weekend of October. Keep me in your prayers.
Friday, I drove over to Batesville, MS to visit a long-time friend from college. He has been involved in music ministry for ever it seems, and I thoroughly enjoyed being with his wonderful family. As a bonus, our football team from Apopka had made the trip up to Mississippi to play his high school team. It was a battle to the end, as Apopka fell short. Saturday morning I was able to sleep in until 10:00 AM. That was the first time in about ten days I hadn't awakened early. Playing one-nighters can begin to take a toll on the body (and voice). The drive over to Oxford was only 30 minutes and I set up camp to tailgate on the Ole Miss campus. The game against Vanderbilt started at 6:00 PM and was a great game even though Ole Miss fell short on the scoreboard. The entire weekend brought back some wonderful memories of my time spent at Ole Miss and the Mississippi delta.
This morning I woke up very early and drove about two hours to Corinth, MS and played at a 10:30 service. I always enjoy playing in Corinth. That town also brings back memories of when I was at Northeast and met Kim. On my way out of town I stopped in Booneville and drove around the campus. It has changed some with a few new or remodeled buildings, but overall, it has the same look and feel as it did back in 1981. (Tuition for an 18-hour semester was $220 back then.) I suddenly feel very old! I drove around the campus and saw all the hangout spots where Kim and I spent a lot of time... and I thanked God for keeping his hand of blessing on our lives and blessing us with a wonderful family. None of our friends would have ever thought we could have made it together and lasted this long. Those were the days... It is a good thing to look back every once in a while... just to see how far God has brought us. I really couldn't have made it without Him on my side. Today I remembered the times He spared my life and gave me another chance to do what was right and serve Him. Some of my friends weren't so lucky. Automobile accidents, tragic circumstances, etc. have claimed the lives of many of my friends. Tonight, I am the luckiest man alive. And tomorrow is Tate's 6th birthday, and I'm flying home to Orlando for a week! Even though I'll be working it will be great to spend some time at home with the family. This tour will end around the third weekend of October. Keep me in your prayers.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
The South
I had such a wonderful time in Indiana working with all the great people and churches. I left Lafayette on the 12th and drove down to Bedford, IN for the weekend and had a fantastic time! The young people there are terrific and it was a pleasure working with them. Who says a 45-year old can't relate to youth? They are already scheduling a couple of trips later next year to work on some their musical skills. And the church in Bedford has some wonderful "senior saints". We did everything from "All In Him" to "Take It All", from G.T. Haywood to Hillsongs. And everyone enjoyed it in the process. Just imagine. Seriously, it was a wonderful weekend with friends and people who simply love Jesus. I love including everyone in the worship experience too. It is nice whenever people of all ages come to the CD table and say how they were blessed through the music and worship. I would hate to know that someone felt excluded from God's presence just because I was one-dimensional in my worship leading, or lacked the talent to present a well-rounded worship hour. From the pastors and saints I speak with, they value the concept of a blended worship experience, and feel this is a huge struggle in many churches. Maybe it is something that should be taught to churches everywhere? Anyway, I can't wait to go back next year! Go Hoosiers!
I must admit though, it felt oh so good to get back to Nashville! (I am three states closer to home!) When I think of how I could be stuck in Kentucky right now without any gasoline in my tank. I drove the back way to I-65 and saw where gas prices were at $4.15 or more, so thought I'd wait and get gas in New Albany, IN which is across the river from Louisville, KY. No can do. The stations were out and people were driving across the river into Louisville which was also a mess since many stations were out. I was pretty much between 1/16th of a tank and empty. Yes, I am a man of great faith. Or is it simply dangerous living? I drove south of Lousiville about 8 miles and found a Pilot station with gas for $3.99. I pull in, go in and give the lady $220 which I already know from a previous fill-up this summer will at least put 52 gallons into the R.V. But when I walk outside the guy is changing the price on the sign to $4.08 per gallon! $208 later, I headed toward Nashville.
When I got to the Ft. Knox exit I decided not to take it, and continued on without adding to an already exhausting mid-life crisis. (See earlier blogs) I am disappointed they haven't yet added my name to the "Birthplace of Abraham Lincoln" sign at the highway 31 exit to Radcliff. Someone needs to let the KY Dept. of Highway know I was born in Ft. Knox, Kentucky. Friends had already told me gasoline in Nashville was sky high and some stations were completely out. So I stopped in Bowling Green, KY and filled up with another $43 worth. After White Castle defeated Cracker Barrel in my decision making process, I crossed the KY/TN state line and began to sing "wish that I was on 'ole Rocky Top... down in the Tennessee hills". I know once I get south of Nashville (maybe Chattanooga), there will be no more White Castle hamburgers to enjoy. (Except the dozen of frozen ones I bought in Wal-Mart that are still in the RV freezer.) I'm going mandolin shopping today with some friends and hooking up with Michael English tonight at TBN in Nashville. More later...
I must admit though, it felt oh so good to get back to Nashville! (I am three states closer to home!) When I think of how I could be stuck in Kentucky right now without any gasoline in my tank. I drove the back way to I-65 and saw where gas prices were at $4.15 or more, so thought I'd wait and get gas in New Albany, IN which is across the river from Louisville, KY. No can do. The stations were out and people were driving across the river into Louisville which was also a mess since many stations were out. I was pretty much between 1/16th of a tank and empty. Yes, I am a man of great faith. Or is it simply dangerous living? I drove south of Lousiville about 8 miles and found a Pilot station with gas for $3.99. I pull in, go in and give the lady $220 which I already know from a previous fill-up this summer will at least put 52 gallons into the R.V. But when I walk outside the guy is changing the price on the sign to $4.08 per gallon! $208 later, I headed toward Nashville.
When I got to the Ft. Knox exit I decided not to take it, and continued on without adding to an already exhausting mid-life crisis. (See earlier blogs) I am disappointed they haven't yet added my name to the "Birthplace of Abraham Lincoln" sign at the highway 31 exit to Radcliff. Someone needs to let the KY Dept. of Highway know I was born in Ft. Knox, Kentucky. Friends had already told me gasoline in Nashville was sky high and some stations were completely out. So I stopped in Bowling Green, KY and filled up with another $43 worth. After White Castle defeated Cracker Barrel in my decision making process, I crossed the KY/TN state line and began to sing "wish that I was on 'ole Rocky Top... down in the Tennessee hills". I know once I get south of Nashville (maybe Chattanooga), there will be no more White Castle hamburgers to enjoy. (Except the dozen of frozen ones I bought in Wal-Mart that are still in the RV freezer.) I'm going mandolin shopping today with some friends and hooking up with Michael English tonight at TBN in Nashville. More later...
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Back On Track
After taking yesterday to get some clothes washed, pick up some others at the cleaners, and run a few errands, I drove over to Anderson, IN for service last night. It was great seeing old friends and spending some time together at dinner. I had taken back roads on the way over to Anderson and ended up going through Alexandria, IN. It had been many years since I've been in Alexandria but was excited to stop by Bill Gaither's studios and music complex. Even if his music isn't your favorite style, one must admit that he has done so much for gospel music through the years. It was funny to see the welcome sign into Alexandria. It said Alexandria was home to someone I had never heard of! There was no mention of Bill Gaither at all! I guess if he was a former NFL star who played 3 or 4 years before going to prison for doing something stupid, his name would be on the welcome sign. Either way, Alexandria is the loser for not recognizing one of gospel music's greatest treasures.
The message at service was entitled "A House Of Prayer" and reminded me of the true focus of what we call "church" and "having church". Over time we've somehow turned "church" into some type of a show, which is usually a feeble attempt of entertainment, especially when you compare it to what we would consider "worldly events" such as concerts, shows, productions, etc. People don't need another "show" when they come to our churches. They need to witness a life-changing manifestation of power that they've never seen or felt before. And yet, so many times we choose to just go through the motions with our little song list, and our ideas that we compiled during our creative worship meetings with the planning team. Who among us would admit to wanting to play God, in planning out every service in detail? If that is what we're going to do, then we had better have a batting average of 1,000. I don't want a person's blood on my hands just because they came to church needing a touch of God in their lives and all I had to give them was a typed up song list that did nothing but meet my little monthly quota of new songs, and making sure that everyone in the "in crowd" was allowed to sing out front and shine brightly. The sad part is that we shine brighter more often than God does. Who are we kidding? As a worship leader I know the importance of proper advance planning. I also feel that Levitical skill should also play a part in our worship leading. When we follow after Christ each moment of the day, it won't be difficult to come into His house (a house of prayer) and be sensitive to what needs to take place in that service. It isn't about me and what I want to do. It is about Him, and all that He wants to accomplish in the lives of His people.
Okay, can you tell that has been on my mind for quite a while? In fact, it has been burning in my heart for several years now. It is only in recent months however, that I've been able to launch out in complete freedom of worship (and leading), without worrying about a program or a schedule. Clearly, the message and fellowship last night was what I needed to help me continue in the vision that God has given me. It was confirmation of the burden I have in my heart for the kingdom. I'll share more about this later in the tour.
After dinner, I didn't feel like driving slowly through the Indiana cornfields, so I took the interstate back to Lafayette. I returned a call to Colton and somehow the energy of our conversation had me going 83 mph in a 70 mph zone. There was no talking myself out of this situation... especially when my radar detector was still buzzing and going off loudly as the officer asked for my license. The good news is he gave me about 7 weeks to pay the ticket. I wonder if I should ask Colton to pay part of it?
I need to run the R.V. over for an oil change, take care of a couple more errands, and meet pastor and his wife for lunch. Tomorrow I leave for southern Indiana and hope to spend some time with Larry Bird and his family. Ha!
The message at service was entitled "A House Of Prayer" and reminded me of the true focus of what we call "church" and "having church". Over time we've somehow turned "church" into some type of a show, which is usually a feeble attempt of entertainment, especially when you compare it to what we would consider "worldly events" such as concerts, shows, productions, etc. People don't need another "show" when they come to our churches. They need to witness a life-changing manifestation of power that they've never seen or felt before. And yet, so many times we choose to just go through the motions with our little song list, and our ideas that we compiled during our creative worship meetings with the planning team. Who among us would admit to wanting to play God, in planning out every service in detail? If that is what we're going to do, then we had better have a batting average of 1,000. I don't want a person's blood on my hands just because they came to church needing a touch of God in their lives and all I had to give them was a typed up song list that did nothing but meet my little monthly quota of new songs, and making sure that everyone in the "in crowd" was allowed to sing out front and shine brightly. The sad part is that we shine brighter more often than God does. Who are we kidding? As a worship leader I know the importance of proper advance planning. I also feel that Levitical skill should also play a part in our worship leading. When we follow after Christ each moment of the day, it won't be difficult to come into His house (a house of prayer) and be sensitive to what needs to take place in that service. It isn't about me and what I want to do. It is about Him, and all that He wants to accomplish in the lives of His people.
Okay, can you tell that has been on my mind for quite a while? In fact, it has been burning in my heart for several years now. It is only in recent months however, that I've been able to launch out in complete freedom of worship (and leading), without worrying about a program or a schedule. Clearly, the message and fellowship last night was what I needed to help me continue in the vision that God has given me. It was confirmation of the burden I have in my heart for the kingdom. I'll share more about this later in the tour.
After dinner, I didn't feel like driving slowly through the Indiana cornfields, so I took the interstate back to Lafayette. I returned a call to Colton and somehow the energy of our conversation had me going 83 mph in a 70 mph zone. There was no talking myself out of this situation... especially when my radar detector was still buzzing and going off loudly as the officer asked for my license. The good news is he gave me about 7 weeks to pay the ticket. I wonder if I should ask Colton to pay part of it?
I need to run the R.V. over for an oil change, take care of a couple more errands, and meet pastor and his wife for lunch. Tomorrow I leave for southern Indiana and hope to spend some time with Larry Bird and his family. Ha!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Boring
Today was unique. I woke up around 8:00, ate my typical breakfast of frosted flakes and a pop tart. Computer work kept me occupied until mid-afternoon when I finally made it to the post office and shipped Kim's new handbag and Spencer's Purdue bandana, eye-black, and a football poster. A quick run over to the Purdue campus brought me to Captain Gyros, and let me say that he really is the captain! Man-oh-man! Talk about a lot of good food! Then I went over to take some pictures of the Purdue baseball and football teams practicing. I wanted to send Spencer some pictures for good luck since he was playing a make-up football game tonight back in Florida. Stops at Barnes and Noble, Target, and Wal-Mart finally brought me back to the R.V. to put up the groceries. Then I went to Pizza King and picked up some food to take over to my friends' house for dinner. Does it get any better than bacon and onion? I say it probably does not. After watching a Bela Fleck concert, and Concert From New York (immediately after 9-11), I made it back to the R.V. so David Letterman can entertain me until I get sleepy. Boring day, right? Maybe tomorrow will bring more excitement...
The Big City
I always love going to big cities and seeing all the sights! Yesterday I drove into Chicago for the day. The weather report the night before said rain would come, but only later in the night. It came about ten hours earlier! In the middle of the afternoon the rain came and it hit hard! All I wanted to do was shop Michigan Ave. and the downtown area. Was that asking too much? I think not. In spite of the rain, I found a wonderful Greek restaurant for a gyro platter. The food in Chicago is fabulous! I spent quite a while in the Apple (computers) store. You'd better watch your wallet in there though. Apple computers and accessories are not cheap at all. During one of the downpours I found myself in the Gucci store. I must admit, those aren't my kind of price tags, but that gives the sales team no reason to look at me like I'm Julia Roberts in the movie Pretty Woman. I felt so discriminated and violated! Was it the Nike shoes I bought at an outlet in Colorado for $25? Or could it have been the Levi blue jeans? Maybe it was the pullover I got from J.C. Penney's this summer during one of their big and tall sales. It was unfair the way they looked at me as if I was going to shoplift or open a can of beanie weenies over in the corner and eat my dinner while the rain poured outside. My credit card worked just fine earlier in the day at Wal-Greens when I needed an umbrella. (with a "Chicago" logo) Once it was obvious they didn't want me in there, I ended up touching every garment in the store that was on a hanger. Ha! And on my way out the door, I softly muttered, "well, at least I am heterosexual."
After a long day of shopping, and hopping cabs all over town to stay out of the rain, my friends Mike and Pam called to see where I was and offered to come by and pick me up for dinner. But before dinner, we sped off to Chinatown for some more bags, purses, shoes, umbrellas, wallets, watches, and whatever else they sell! Deals, deals, deals! But as it turned out, the best decision of the day was choosing Maggiano's for a most delightful Italian dinner. Maggiano's reminds me of Carmine's in New York City with their family style servings. Three of us walked in without any reservations and was directed to a wonderful table right by the front window where we could view the rain pouring down and the people walking down the sidewalks. I went to the restroom to wash my hands and told them to order for me. (I'm so easy to please when it comes to food.) The servers began to bring our food to the table and it seemed the selections would never stop. Stuffed mushrooms, spinach and artichoke dip, lasagne, tenderloin with mashed potatoes, linguinie, and baked chicken, followed by two different desserts which I won't attempt to remember their names. Good conversation also makes a meal even better and such was the case last night. The most crummy day (weather-wise) of the summer also provided the most enjoyable meal of the tour. The drive back to Indiana was long and sleepy. Had it not been for the sunroof being open and XM radio Fox News blasting, I couldn't have made it back! Needless to say, today I am going to rest up and do some computer work.
After a long day of shopping, and hopping cabs all over town to stay out of the rain, my friends Mike and Pam called to see where I was and offered to come by and pick me up for dinner. But before dinner, we sped off to Chinatown for some more bags, purses, shoes, umbrellas, wallets, watches, and whatever else they sell! Deals, deals, deals! But as it turned out, the best decision of the day was choosing Maggiano's for a most delightful Italian dinner. Maggiano's reminds me of Carmine's in New York City with their family style servings. Three of us walked in without any reservations and was directed to a wonderful table right by the front window where we could view the rain pouring down and the people walking down the sidewalks. I went to the restroom to wash my hands and told them to order for me. (I'm so easy to please when it comes to food.) The servers began to bring our food to the table and it seemed the selections would never stop. Stuffed mushrooms, spinach and artichoke dip, lasagne, tenderloin with mashed potatoes, linguinie, and baked chicken, followed by two different desserts which I won't attempt to remember their names. Good conversation also makes a meal even better and such was the case last night. The most crummy day (weather-wise) of the summer also provided the most enjoyable meal of the tour. The drive back to Indiana was long and sleepy. Had it not been for the sunroof being open and XM radio Fox News blasting, I couldn't have made it back! Needless to say, today I am going to rest up and do some computer work.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Hoosiers
It has been a wonderful experience to spend some time this summer in Indiana. Lafayette is my favorite place to be up this way. It is centrally located in the state and has so much to offer since Purdue University is across the river in West Lafayette. The church here is awesome and I’ve been blessed to have made so many friends. They treat me so well here and I simply feel at home anytime I am here ministering. There is such a rich heritage here among the people, and especially in their music.
This morning before service, I was fortunate enough to have an impromptu jam session with the bishop of the church and some of the musicians. He was interested in my Washburn acoustic guitar (which always sounds so fine… ha), and I had him play it for me. There was a banjo sitting nearby in the case that I quickly picked up to tune and play along with him. We played several songs in about 20 minutes. It was so real. It was so simple. People who live what they sing are always more interesting than those who haven’t a clue as to what they are playing or singing. To think of the life this man has lived, the many years he has served the Lord with his talents and gifts, I stood in amazement. We did the older songs. I even sneaked in a quick version of “Rocky Top” and “Cripple Creek”. (It’s okay. Not all of the songs performed in today’s churches mention “Jesus”.) Sometimes in church services I have to really listen closely to even know if it is a religious song or just a secular jam. I might even put some ‘christian lyrics’ to the song “Rocky Top” like someone did to George Benson’s song “On Broadway”. So, yes, I had a lot of fun playing with the bishop before service. I’m going over to their house for lunch… and we might even practice this afternoon to do some pickin’ tonight. It’s nice being well-rounded and appealing to everyone in the congregation. I wonder where they teach that ability these days?
This morning before service, I was fortunate enough to have an impromptu jam session with the bishop of the church and some of the musicians. He was interested in my Washburn acoustic guitar (which always sounds so fine… ha), and I had him play it for me. There was a banjo sitting nearby in the case that I quickly picked up to tune and play along with him. We played several songs in about 20 minutes. It was so real. It was so simple. People who live what they sing are always more interesting than those who haven’t a clue as to what they are playing or singing. To think of the life this man has lived, the many years he has served the Lord with his talents and gifts, I stood in amazement. We did the older songs. I even sneaked in a quick version of “Rocky Top” and “Cripple Creek”. (It’s okay. Not all of the songs performed in today’s churches mention “Jesus”.) Sometimes in church services I have to really listen closely to even know if it is a religious song or just a secular jam. I might even put some ‘christian lyrics’ to the song “Rocky Top” like someone did to George Benson’s song “On Broadway”. So, yes, I had a lot of fun playing with the bishop before service. I’m going over to their house for lunch… and we might even practice this afternoon to do some pickin’ tonight. It’s nice being well-rounded and appealing to everyone in the congregation. I wonder where they teach that ability these days?
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Tick Tock
My time in Lafayette is almost over. Tomorrow is the last weekend of services I will be here. I've been able to establish a team of faithful members to more effectively and creatively plan their worship services. Worship is a journey. You simply don't arrive overnight. Tomorrow will be bitter sweet. I am anxious to be going back down south enroute to Florida. (Though I may go back to Chicago Monday.)
Today, I went to the Purdue football game with a friend. They slaughtered N. Colorado. No surprise there. I came back to the church and had a rehearsal with the quartet that will be singing tomorrow. Then I went to eat sushi for dinner. The weather was perfect today! I was busy sending pics to the family today and they sent me some pics from Spencer's football game. I'm so glad they won! I can't wait to get back home and see some of his games this season.
This week has been a bit slow for me but I've been able to wrap up a few loose ends on some upcoming events. It's always good to have people working along beside you who are detailed and able to help with the cause. There are so many little things that always need to be taken care of. I'm thankful I've surrounded myself with winners... people who see things through, and who see the big-picture in things. Those whose agenda is only to see what God wants to do in their lives and the lives of others. People working together. Trusting one another. God does an amazing job in reshaping our perspective on life. I can't wait to turn the page on another chapter of life. I'd better get some rest. Tomorrow will be a very long day.
Today, I went to the Purdue football game with a friend. They slaughtered N. Colorado. No surprise there. I came back to the church and had a rehearsal with the quartet that will be singing tomorrow. Then I went to eat sushi for dinner. The weather was perfect today! I was busy sending pics to the family today and they sent me some pics from Spencer's football game. I'm so glad they won! I can't wait to get back home and see some of his games this season.
This week has been a bit slow for me but I've been able to wrap up a few loose ends on some upcoming events. It's always good to have people working along beside you who are detailed and able to help with the cause. There are so many little things that always need to be taken care of. I'm thankful I've surrounded myself with winners... people who see things through, and who see the big-picture in things. Those whose agenda is only to see what God wants to do in their lives and the lives of others. People working together. Trusting one another. God does an amazing job in reshaping our perspective on life. I can't wait to turn the page on another chapter of life. I'd better get some rest. Tomorrow will be a very long day.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Updated!
You know its bad when your friends call to remind you to update your blog. And here I thought no one cared enough to read this anyway. So much has happened since I last blogged. Let me try to bring you up-to-date with things.
I made it safely back to Indiana, rushed from the airport, made it to rehearsal and had a great time! I always love being with God's people and working on music for Sunday. The weekend was nice and I spent some time visiting the local music store (again) and played several mandolins, banjos, and Martin acoustic guitars. I think they're on to me at the store, knowing I'm probably never going to actually purchase anything there.
The concert Sunday night was a 5th Sunday night singing the church has each quarter. I was the featured artist. (whatever that means) I didn't feel like doing the normal setlist of songs. Instead, I borrowed the pastor's mandolin and banjo for the afternoon. After doing a few of my regular tunes, I busted out the mandolin and played and unaccompanied version of "Oh How I Love Him". As the entire congregation joined in with their voices lifted high, I began to feel God's presence so strong. My playing wasn't "all that", but their singing made the difference. You can always tell when a congregation is musically well-rounded, balanced in repertoire, and has an appreciation of the past. I don't have time for shallow worship, nor shallow people. I long for deep, intense moments of fellowship with Him. It seems we are really missing the mark in today's churches by not offering musically, a taste of everything for everyone to enjoy. How arrogant and selfish of me to think that everyone likes the kind of music that I like. We are all a part of the body of Christ. We are all individual members with varying likes and dislikes.
Back to the program... I went into a mid-tempo version of "Unclouded Day" on the mandolin. I traded in my mandolin for the banjo and went into a long stretch of songs right out of the book... and we had a great little sing-a-long. I don't care who you are, but if you can't appreciate songs like "I Saw The Light", "He Set Me Free", "The Glory-land Way", "I'll Fly Away", "Victory In Jesus", and the other songs we sang, then you should have your head examined! All in all, my first public performance on the mandolin was a success. The banjo is another story, as I probably need to take it to the woodshed a few more times. I just covered up my banjo playing with good singing. (A trick that more artists should consider doing.) Ha
Monday was Labor Day and I have to say it was quite laborious driving into Chicago, parking in a Michigan Ave. garage, taking a cab to Chinatown to buy Kim some purses and Spencer some Air Jordan basketball shoes. The labor continued all the way back to Michigan Ave. and on to Wrigley Field for a battle between the Houston Astros and the Chicago Cubs. Wrigley Field is considered by many baseball experts to be baseball heaven. I tend to agree. A breezy, 72 degree, Chicago sunny and clear afternoon, while sitting in complete shade in section 25, row 5, seat 1... only 20 feet from the players dugout is nearly indescribable. Did I mention the cheeseburger, bratwurst, nachos and chees, peanuts, all accompanied by a large Diet Pepsi? I really didn't need to come back down to Michigan Ave for dinner, but if you are in Chicago, you might as well enjoy Chicago! Right? Even though the Cubbies aren't always a winner, CheeseCake Factory is!
Here is some free advice. If the toll road between Chicago and Gary, Indiana is closed or has too much traffic, stay on it anyway. If you must, drive through roadblocks, over other vehicles, to the bottom of Lake Michigan, whatever! Just don't exit and drive through Gary, IN thinking you are taking a shortcut that will be safe. Gary, Indiana is the very opposite of safe. It looks like a warzone without the tanks! The streets are abandoned. No businesses are open for business. The only business going down on those streets is selling crack and prostitution. I do believe it is where the idea of the popular Xbox game Grand Theft Auto came from. It is also the hometown of Michael Jackson (who just turned 50 years old last week). The judge should make him come back to Gary, IN and live. Make him pay to rebuild the city! No wonder he became the King of Pop music! A quick 5-minute drive through downtown Gary, IN (and I do mean QUICK), would be all the incentive and drive I would ever need to make something of myself! Get out of that place... whatever it takes!
Okay, enough about that stuff. I am back in Lafayette and in a busy week of meetings, rehearsals, services, and getting quite a lot of work done (minus the blogging), I feel safe here. I am going to miss the wonderful people here in Lafayette when I leave next Monday. I will then be on my way back down south... back home to Florida where I belong. I'm just not sure of the exact route I'll be taking. Stay tuned for more!
I made it safely back to Indiana, rushed from the airport, made it to rehearsal and had a great time! I always love being with God's people and working on music for Sunday. The weekend was nice and I spent some time visiting the local music store (again) and played several mandolins, banjos, and Martin acoustic guitars. I think they're on to me at the store, knowing I'm probably never going to actually purchase anything there.
The concert Sunday night was a 5th Sunday night singing the church has each quarter. I was the featured artist. (whatever that means) I didn't feel like doing the normal setlist of songs. Instead, I borrowed the pastor's mandolin and banjo for the afternoon. After doing a few of my regular tunes, I busted out the mandolin and played and unaccompanied version of "Oh How I Love Him". As the entire congregation joined in with their voices lifted high, I began to feel God's presence so strong. My playing wasn't "all that", but their singing made the difference. You can always tell when a congregation is musically well-rounded, balanced in repertoire, and has an appreciation of the past. I don't have time for shallow worship, nor shallow people. I long for deep, intense moments of fellowship with Him. It seems we are really missing the mark in today's churches by not offering musically, a taste of everything for everyone to enjoy. How arrogant and selfish of me to think that everyone likes the kind of music that I like. We are all a part of the body of Christ. We are all individual members with varying likes and dislikes.
Back to the program... I went into a mid-tempo version of "Unclouded Day" on the mandolin. I traded in my mandolin for the banjo and went into a long stretch of songs right out of the book... and we had a great little sing-a-long. I don't care who you are, but if you can't appreciate songs like "I Saw The Light", "He Set Me Free", "The Glory-land Way", "I'll Fly Away", "Victory In Jesus", and the other songs we sang, then you should have your head examined! All in all, my first public performance on the mandolin was a success. The banjo is another story, as I probably need to take it to the woodshed a few more times. I just covered up my banjo playing with good singing. (A trick that more artists should consider doing.) Ha
Monday was Labor Day and I have to say it was quite laborious driving into Chicago, parking in a Michigan Ave. garage, taking a cab to Chinatown to buy Kim some purses and Spencer some Air Jordan basketball shoes. The labor continued all the way back to Michigan Ave. and on to Wrigley Field for a battle between the Houston Astros and the Chicago Cubs. Wrigley Field is considered by many baseball experts to be baseball heaven. I tend to agree. A breezy, 72 degree, Chicago sunny and clear afternoon, while sitting in complete shade in section 25, row 5, seat 1... only 20 feet from the players dugout is nearly indescribable. Did I mention the cheeseburger, bratwurst, nachos and chees, peanuts, all accompanied by a large Diet Pepsi? I really didn't need to come back down to Michigan Ave for dinner, but if you are in Chicago, you might as well enjoy Chicago! Right? Even though the Cubbies aren't always a winner, CheeseCake Factory is!
Here is some free advice. If the toll road between Chicago and Gary, Indiana is closed or has too much traffic, stay on it anyway. If you must, drive through roadblocks, over other vehicles, to the bottom of Lake Michigan, whatever! Just don't exit and drive through Gary, IN thinking you are taking a shortcut that will be safe. Gary, Indiana is the very opposite of safe. It looks like a warzone without the tanks! The streets are abandoned. No businesses are open for business. The only business going down on those streets is selling crack and prostitution. I do believe it is where the idea of the popular Xbox game Grand Theft Auto came from. It is also the hometown of Michael Jackson (who just turned 50 years old last week). The judge should make him come back to Gary, IN and live. Make him pay to rebuild the city! No wonder he became the King of Pop music! A quick 5-minute drive through downtown Gary, IN (and I do mean QUICK), would be all the incentive and drive I would ever need to make something of myself! Get out of that place... whatever it takes!
Okay, enough about that stuff. I am back in Lafayette and in a busy week of meetings, rehearsals, services, and getting quite a lot of work done (minus the blogging), I feel safe here. I am going to miss the wonderful people here in Lafayette when I leave next Monday. I will then be on my way back down south... back home to Florida where I belong. I'm just not sure of the exact route I'll be taking. Stay tuned for more!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Airports
The house is emptying out slowly but surely. First, Spencer woke up and we talked while he dressed for school and made it to the bus stop. Next, Tate came into the living room, ready for action, and determined to ride the bus to school today for the first time. (He rode the bus home yesterday for the first time.) Colton is still asleep and will wake up at the very last minute possible to make it in time for his bus stop. Teenagers! Then Kim will take me to the airport and I will get back into this only-for-a-season routine that I've developed over the summer. I can't wait to get back home for good. While, I've seen wonderful results from traveling this summer and experienced some great things, there is no place like home. I miss the family. Kim has done so well with things in my absence. She is the rock of our family. We had a wonderful dinner and enjoyed some family time together last night. She is taking the day off today and catching up on some things around the house.
I am flying American airlines today back to Indianapolis going through St. Louis, and should arrive at 3:15 in the afternoon. I hope I make it on time since I have a rehearsal tonight. I'd better get to moving...
I made it from the curbside to the gate in 7 minutes thanks to my Fly Clear card that gets me through security lines without having to wait. I made it to St. Louis and enjoyed lunch at Chili's before boarding a very small jet headed for Indianapolis. A ginger ale and a bag of peanuts later, we landed safely in Indianapolis, where the pastor and his grandson picked me up. We drove straight to Lafayette, and I sit here now watching the local news and typing the blog. Technology is awesome... when everything works right! I am rehearsing tonight with the praise and worship team, choir, and an all-male quartet. How many churches have a quartet that sings on a regular basis?
I am flying American airlines today back to Indianapolis going through St. Louis, and should arrive at 3:15 in the afternoon. I hope I make it on time since I have a rehearsal tonight. I'd better get to moving...
I made it from the curbside to the gate in 7 minutes thanks to my Fly Clear card that gets me through security lines without having to wait. I made it to St. Louis and enjoyed lunch at Chili's before boarding a very small jet headed for Indianapolis. A ginger ale and a bag of peanuts later, we landed safely in Indianapolis, where the pastor and his grandson picked me up. We drove straight to Lafayette, and I sit here now watching the local news and typing the blog. Technology is awesome... when everything works right! I am rehearsing tonight with the praise and worship team, choir, and an all-male quartet. How many churches have a quartet that sings on a regular basis?
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Undeserving
Undeserving. That is what I am, when it comes to God's blessings in my life. It is an ongoing process, but I am learning that God honors faithfulness. He also greatly rewards those who are kingdom-minded and who see the big-picture. I try to do just that. I know God will bless me and my family for bringing honor and glory to Him.
I had several meetings yesterday and today that are helping define the future of my family. Looking back, I can hardly believe how God has been with us, remained our friend, and looked out for our well-being. He is so good to His children. Each of my meetings over the past two days have reminded me of just how blessed I am to have God leading my life. I've made mistakes. I've fallen short many times. I have disappointed many people, I am certain. I also know that God knows our hearts. He knows how we treat others. God knows our intentions, our insecurities, and our fears. He hears our prayes. He answers our call. God's masterplan for each of our lives has been in place for a very long time. Realizing that He knows the end from the beginning brings me a great amount of comfort. God is in control.
The most amazing thing happened to me at the doctor's office today. Since I was home, and in town for a couple of days, I thought it a good idea to visit my family physician. My bloodwork from yesterday morning came back and everything was perfect! Did you read what I just typed??? Perfect! Anyone who knows me, knows that I am not perfect by any means. But when it comes to my cholesterol, sugar, kidneys, and all the other 2,368 tests they run with bloodwork, I'd say that is good news. Such good news, that the doctor printed out the results and told me to go home and frame it to the wall! Could a positive outlook on life be connected to better health? Is happiness in life related to a healthier life? Living stress-free is the way to go. When I think of what used to weigh me down... what used to occupy my mind, and what used to challenge me at every opportunity... I just have to give God all the glory! No more shackles, no more chains... no more bondage, I am free! He is so amazing. I am still undeserving.
I had several meetings yesterday and today that are helping define the future of my family. Looking back, I can hardly believe how God has been with us, remained our friend, and looked out for our well-being. He is so good to His children. Each of my meetings over the past two days have reminded me of just how blessed I am to have God leading my life. I've made mistakes. I've fallen short many times. I have disappointed many people, I am certain. I also know that God knows our hearts. He knows how we treat others. God knows our intentions, our insecurities, and our fears. He hears our prayes. He answers our call. God's masterplan for each of our lives has been in place for a very long time. Realizing that He knows the end from the beginning brings me a great amount of comfort. God is in control.
The most amazing thing happened to me at the doctor's office today. Since I was home, and in town for a couple of days, I thought it a good idea to visit my family physician. My bloodwork from yesterday morning came back and everything was perfect! Did you read what I just typed??? Perfect! Anyone who knows me, knows that I am not perfect by any means. But when it comes to my cholesterol, sugar, kidneys, and all the other 2,368 tests they run with bloodwork, I'd say that is good news. Such good news, that the doctor printed out the results and told me to go home and frame it to the wall! Could a positive outlook on life be connected to better health? Is happiness in life related to a healthier life? Living stress-free is the way to go. When I think of what used to weigh me down... what used to occupy my mind, and what used to challenge me at every opportunity... I just have to give God all the glory! No more shackles, no more chains... no more bondage, I am free! He is so amazing. I am still undeserving.
GPS
This morning I took Tate to school and since he started classes while I was up north, he felt the need to give me turn-by-turn directions to his school. I was appreciative of his willingness to share, and even more impressed by his ability to remember all the turns to his new school. Even though I really knew where I was going, I found myself enjoying the ride so much that I began to slow down and cherish each moment we spent together. I absorbed every word he spoke, each facial expression, and thoroughly enjoyed holding hands while I drove. He is my baby. I love watching him grow. I love seeing him learn new things and overcome new challenges. I figured he would be scared to go to his new school. I somehow thought he might dread going to his new environment. Instead to my surprise, he welcomed the opportunity to attend a new school, make new friends, and take on new challenges. Maybe he knows that either Kim or myself will be there to pick him up afterward. Our children can teach us a lot if we will take the time to learn from them.
Today, I learned how important it is to have someone who gives us directions in our lives. Someone who has been down that particular road before. Someone who has traveled the same paths that we now find ourselves going down. Proper directions are important if you want to get where you need to go. Secondly, as we find ourselves going down new roads in life, we should remain confident that God will be with us all the way. And if by chance we begin to rely on our own abilities, eventually making a complete mess of things, that He is so kind and loving toward us, the He will help pick up the broken pieces of our lives and be waiting for us at the end. How wonderful it is to know that someone is waiting for us at the finish line.
I remember times in my life where I've asked God for direction and honestly, I couldn't hear His answer. I felt abandoned. I felt so alone and helpless. But continuing to do my best and remain faithful to His calling, I pressed on. Then direction for my life seemed to suddenly appear right before my eyes! Out of nowhere, I had answers to my questions. Now I don't have to worry about where I'm going. I simply need to allow His GPS (God's Perfect Solution) to work on my behalf. The old song says, "Ain't no need to worry..." I feel like singing!
Today, I learned how important it is to have someone who gives us directions in our lives. Someone who has been down that particular road before. Someone who has traveled the same paths that we now find ourselves going down. Proper directions are important if you want to get where you need to go. Secondly, as we find ourselves going down new roads in life, we should remain confident that God will be with us all the way. And if by chance we begin to rely on our own abilities, eventually making a complete mess of things, that He is so kind and loving toward us, the He will help pick up the broken pieces of our lives and be waiting for us at the end. How wonderful it is to know that someone is waiting for us at the finish line.
I remember times in my life where I've asked God for direction and honestly, I couldn't hear His answer. I felt abandoned. I felt so alone and helpless. But continuing to do my best and remain faithful to His calling, I pressed on. Then direction for my life seemed to suddenly appear right before my eyes! Out of nowhere, I had answers to my questions. Now I don't have to worry about where I'm going. I simply need to allow His GPS (God's Perfect Solution) to work on my behalf. The old song says, "Ain't no need to worry..." I feel like singing!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Not Just An Ordinary Day
Five o'clock AM came early this morning! But that was when I needed to leave for Indianapolis if I wanted to catch my early morning flight home to Florida. Instead of taking the interstate, we took every back road in Indiana and passed every corn field known to mankind while we drove in the early morning darkness. I felt like a rat in a maze. Sirius radio (channel 65 bluegrass) played over Bose speakers is the bomb. That will keep you awake for sure. I'll never understand how a plane's equipment has malfunctioned during the night!!! While it sits quietly in the night, something just goes wrong with a piece of equipment. Go figure. That is why my 8:15 flight didn't leave until 11:30 once another plane arrived from Detroit that we could use on down to Orlando. Believe me when I say that once Kim picked me up, it was worth every frustration I had experienced along the way! It feels good to be home for a few days... at least until Thursday morning. I already have so many meetings and things scheduled while I am here, I'm sure the time will pass too quickly.
Tonight we all went to dinner at Bayridge Sushi! The boys are little pigs when it comes to sushi. Even Tate enjoyed tonight's selections. Kim is slowly acquiring a taste for sushi, and that is saying a lot, especially if you know how much she loves Cracker Barrel. Tate wanted his usual ice cream cone from McDonald's on the way home. I have no idea where he had the room to put it. (Most of it is probably in the floorboard of my truck.)
It feels good to be home. The past few days I haven't had a good internet connection so I chose not to blog. Thursday's rehearsal went great (note: earlier blog), and Friday I washed clothes, did the Wal-Mart thing, and did some songwriting. Saturday my buddy picked me up at the Purdue airport and he flew me down to the Indianapolis airshow which was spectacular! He flies his plane better and smoother than I drive my truck. That is the honest truth. We had a great day watching the airshow and sampling the 1,000+ food vendors. I must admit the Texas-style brisket was worth walking down to Indianapolis for. After flying back to Lafayette, I met a friend for some Italian and slept like a baby! Sunday's services were anointed and powerful! It is great to have a game-plan, and even better when those leading the services are Spirit-led, sensitive to God's desire for that particular service, and willing to get out of the way so He can have His way in our lives. After a Sunday of services, multiple delays today, and only four hours of sleep last night, it is time to hit the pillow. I love Florida!
Tonight we all went to dinner at Bayridge Sushi! The boys are little pigs when it comes to sushi. Even Tate enjoyed tonight's selections. Kim is slowly acquiring a taste for sushi, and that is saying a lot, especially if you know how much she loves Cracker Barrel. Tate wanted his usual ice cream cone from McDonald's on the way home. I have no idea where he had the room to put it. (Most of it is probably in the floorboard of my truck.)
It feels good to be home. The past few days I haven't had a good internet connection so I chose not to blog. Thursday's rehearsal went great (note: earlier blog), and Friday I washed clothes, did the Wal-Mart thing, and did some songwriting. Saturday my buddy picked me up at the Purdue airport and he flew me down to the Indianapolis airshow which was spectacular! He flies his plane better and smoother than I drive my truck. That is the honest truth. We had a great day watching the airshow and sampling the 1,000+ food vendors. I must admit the Texas-style brisket was worth walking down to Indianapolis for. After flying back to Lafayette, I met a friend for some Italian and slept like a baby! Sunday's services were anointed and powerful! It is great to have a game-plan, and even better when those leading the services are Spirit-led, sensitive to God's desire for that particular service, and willing to get out of the way so He can have His way in our lives. After a Sunday of services, multiple delays today, and only four hours of sleep last night, it is time to hit the pillow. I love Florida!
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Rehearsals
When I was a kid it seemed many churches would get in about 10 quality minutes of rehearsing and then pray the remaining 50 minutes of the hour. Actually, there is much good that can come out of those numbers. And somehow through the years it seems we slowly got to where we would practice 50 minutes and then pray for about 10 more. (if that long) I suppose there is some good out of rehearsing your music and presentation. However, the ideal situation would be where you begin a rehearsal with prayer, rehearse the full hour, and then pray once again just to make sure you are still in tune with God.
Tonight I have a rehearsal with the musicians and worship team. I've been planning the rehearsal all week, and will probably do it something like this:
Welcome
Prayer
Introduce a few songs...
Teach the parts to all of the singers, not just the main singers.
Allow musicians to fine tune their accompaniment parts.
Put it all together.
Allow each participant to see their time hasn't been wasted.
Make any necessary announcements...
End with another time of prayer.
Wow! That wasn't too hard now was it? We will learn several new songs tonight in 90 minutes and have a great time singing them on Sunday. Do this each week and soon you will find people enjoy coming to rehearsals and services. Success doesn't happen accidentally. Success must be planned for. Proper planning prevents pitifully poor performances. The Six P's.
It's been a great day! I bought a ticket to fly home Monday and will be there until Thursday (mid-morning) when I fly back to Indianapolis for rehearsal next week. I will be so glad to see my family again. I might even have a quick rehearsal on the plane if there are enough interested passengers.
Tonight I have a rehearsal with the musicians and worship team. I've been planning the rehearsal all week, and will probably do it something like this:
Welcome
Prayer
Introduce a few songs...
Teach the parts to all of the singers, not just the main singers.
Allow musicians to fine tune their accompaniment parts.
Put it all together.
Allow each participant to see their time hasn't been wasted.
Make any necessary announcements...
End with another time of prayer.
Wow! That wasn't too hard now was it? We will learn several new songs tonight in 90 minutes and have a great time singing them on Sunday. Do this each week and soon you will find people enjoy coming to rehearsals and services. Success doesn't happen accidentally. Success must be planned for. Proper planning prevents pitifully poor performances. The Six P's.
It's been a great day! I bought a ticket to fly home Monday and will be there until Thursday (mid-morning) when I fly back to Indianapolis for rehearsal next week. I will be so glad to see my family again. I might even have a quick rehearsal on the plane if there are enough interested passengers.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Greatness
Yesterday I decided to go run a few errands and somehow ended up over at the campus of Purdue University. The campus is beautiful and very busy as students are coming back for the fall semester. I was in between breakfast and lunch and ended up at famous local hangout called Triple XXX Hamburgers. It was featured on the Food Network recently, and even though I’ve eaten there before, this time I decided to order one of their hamburgers. I wasn’t disappointed with my decision. As I was leaving, my friend Mike called to see if I wanted to ride down with him to southern Indiana since he needed to visit one of his job sites. We had an enjoyable ride together and discussed everything from A-Z. He is also a sushi lover and we stopped at Ocean World and had a soft shell crab roll. Oh my! Everyone needs a friend who shares their love for sushi. As we drove back to Lafayette, I shot a video of the roadside corn fields and emailed it to Spencer’s phone. Somehow, he wasn’t impressed with all those rows of corn.
We drove by the office and picked up Mike’s wife, Pam. Then we were on our way to dinner at a place called The Other Pub. The menu was fantastic and we sampled several items as we discussed life, family, and ministry, among other things. As we finished with dinner, a high school women’s volleyball team came in to eat. My friends knew some of the parents of the players. As one of the dads came over to our table, it was clear he knew my friends. Mike introduced us, and later shared with me their friend was an Indiana state senator. On the way home, I began to think how possible it is to be in the presence of someone who is considered great or famous, yet we don’t even realize it. By the way he dressed (coming from his daughter’s volleyball game), I would have never guessed he was a state senator. He certainly didn’t feel the need to let me know what he did for a living. I am amazed how great people so often simply fit in and have a way of blending in the crowd without drawing attention. They don’t have to remind you of their greatness, any past accomplishments, or how smart they are. Greatness doesn’t have to be advertised.
We drove by the office and picked up Mike’s wife, Pam. Then we were on our way to dinner at a place called The Other Pub. The menu was fantastic and we sampled several items as we discussed life, family, and ministry, among other things. As we finished with dinner, a high school women’s volleyball team came in to eat. My friends knew some of the parents of the players. As one of the dads came over to our table, it was clear he knew my friends. Mike introduced us, and later shared with me their friend was an Indiana state senator. On the way home, I began to think how possible it is to be in the presence of someone who is considered great or famous, yet we don’t even realize it. By the way he dressed (coming from his daughter’s volleyball game), I would have never guessed he was a state senator. He certainly didn’t feel the need to let me know what he did for a living. I am amazed how great people so often simply fit in and have a way of blending in the crowd without drawing attention. They don’t have to remind you of their greatness, any past accomplishments, or how smart they are. Greatness doesn’t have to be advertised.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Mondays
This is the day that the Lord has made... I will rejoice and be glad in it. Yesterday was awesome! The services were great and the worship was anointed. I miss the boys and Kim so much now, and took this morning to find some flights home during the next few weeks. This morning I met with a young man who has taken an interest in piano and we worked on a few things in the sanctuary. It reminds me of back when I was younger and had the time and energy to practice all day long with my music.
Today the boys went back to school and I feel badly that I wasn't able to go with Tate on his first day of kindergarten. Kim told me how Tate woke up, dressed himself, didn't want to eat any breakfast, and asked her not to walk him into the classroom once they arrived at school. She did anyway, and he walked over and hung his backpack up on the wall, sat down and said, "bring it on". I guess when you are a rock star and you've just completed your first three month summer tour, the first day of kindergarten really isn't a huge deal. He is growing up so fast... too fast. In fact, last night one of the girls at church (about 19 years old) shared with me how Tate told her she could be his Indiana girlfriend... because he didn't have one up here, but he had plenty in other states. Ha! He was only here from Tuesday night until Thursday! More than anything I want to see him used by God in the kingdom. Knowing that he is our last child, our baby, makes it a bit more special. Spencer and Colton have kind of found themselves already involved in ministry and things of the Lord, and for that I am very thankful. I want to see us all involved in ministry together as a family. Someday soon...
I always enjoy spending time with seniors, those who are older and have already been down many of life’s paths that I am just now experiencing. They are filled with wisdom and most have such funny stories to share that are unbelievable! Tonight was no different as I was invited over to the pastor’s house for a spaghetti dinner. His wife cooked a delicious meal! I had also forgotten how much I love sweet tea. A special treat for me was to spend some time with the bishop of the church, his lovely wife, and their grandson. After forgetting how to spell “moderation” when it comes to a plate of spaghetti, we ate and made our way into the living room. There I heard so many wonderful stories from “back in the day”.
Somehow, I could almost relate to stories of trading a guitar amplifier for a gallon of gasoline. Driving seven hours to get to your next concert or service even sounded familiar. Mentioning little towns in the south that even I had forgotten about brought back some wonderful memories. Bringing up people’s names from many years ago made me feel extremely old! Stories about the Sullivan family, Ricky Skaggs, Marty Stuart, Carroll McGruder, and others made me want to be a musician again! (FYI: Today I did write a new song using my Apple MacBook Pro and USB keyboard in the motorhome.) It felt good to get back into the rhythm of writing.
An added bonus to the evening was when the pastor’s wife brought out pastor’s collection of instruments including banjo, dobro, an indian flute, etc. Why did I attempt to play the banjo in front of such accomplished musicians? Why risk such embarrassment? I’m talking people who have performed with hall of fame bluegrass musicians. How can someone not enjoy the ringing of a banjo? (Even with me playing it.) The dobro’s tones are rich and soothing. Don’t ask why, but I always have to bust out with a mid-tempo version of “Unclouded Day” whenever I pick up a banjo. It is the best piece in my repertoire, unless you count “Cripple Creek” which I first heard while watching Hee Haw on Saturday evenings. (I honestly watched that show because of the musical talent, not the additional visuals.) I’ve noticed that “Cripple Creek” catches even the ears of those who are most disinterested. My playing was so … for lack of a better word, impressive and soothing, that one of my listeners decided to sleep for about 50 minutes in the recliner. (I am reminded of when Saul requested little David to come serenade him.)
I’m a bit tired tonight and not sure if I can even endure the USA vs. China Olympic gymnastics competition. I believe tonight’s topics of conversation may have something to do with my fatigue: Travels to Korea, India, Israel, Indianapolis, etc., brush arbor meetings, tent revivals, tomato tossing (not to be confused with midget tossing), three week revivals, soul winning, Purdue Boilermakers, Indiana Hoosiers, airports and airlines, guitar-playing evangelists who sport guitars made by Martin, Gretsch, Stella, accordions, high school pep rallies, TBN, television preachers, the Mormons, the Masons, among many other topics of choice. I am so tired! It's been a very good Monday. Goodnight.
Today the boys went back to school and I feel badly that I wasn't able to go with Tate on his first day of kindergarten. Kim told me how Tate woke up, dressed himself, didn't want to eat any breakfast, and asked her not to walk him into the classroom once they arrived at school. She did anyway, and he walked over and hung his backpack up on the wall, sat down and said, "bring it on". I guess when you are a rock star and you've just completed your first three month summer tour, the first day of kindergarten really isn't a huge deal. He is growing up so fast... too fast. In fact, last night one of the girls at church (about 19 years old) shared with me how Tate told her she could be his Indiana girlfriend... because he didn't have one up here, but he had plenty in other states. Ha! He was only here from Tuesday night until Thursday! More than anything I want to see him used by God in the kingdom. Knowing that he is our last child, our baby, makes it a bit more special. Spencer and Colton have kind of found themselves already involved in ministry and things of the Lord, and for that I am very thankful. I want to see us all involved in ministry together as a family. Someday soon...
I always enjoy spending time with seniors, those who are older and have already been down many of life’s paths that I am just now experiencing. They are filled with wisdom and most have such funny stories to share that are unbelievable! Tonight was no different as I was invited over to the pastor’s house for a spaghetti dinner. His wife cooked a delicious meal! I had also forgotten how much I love sweet tea. A special treat for me was to spend some time with the bishop of the church, his lovely wife, and their grandson. After forgetting how to spell “moderation” when it comes to a plate of spaghetti, we ate and made our way into the living room. There I heard so many wonderful stories from “back in the day”.
Somehow, I could almost relate to stories of trading a guitar amplifier for a gallon of gasoline. Driving seven hours to get to your next concert or service even sounded familiar. Mentioning little towns in the south that even I had forgotten about brought back some wonderful memories. Bringing up people’s names from many years ago made me feel extremely old! Stories about the Sullivan family, Ricky Skaggs, Marty Stuart, Carroll McGruder, and others made me want to be a musician again! (FYI: Today I did write a new song using my Apple MacBook Pro and USB keyboard in the motorhome.) It felt good to get back into the rhythm of writing.
An added bonus to the evening was when the pastor’s wife brought out pastor’s collection of instruments including banjo, dobro, an indian flute, etc. Why did I attempt to play the banjo in front of such accomplished musicians? Why risk such embarrassment? I’m talking people who have performed with hall of fame bluegrass musicians. How can someone not enjoy the ringing of a banjo? (Even with me playing it.) The dobro’s tones are rich and soothing. Don’t ask why, but I always have to bust out with a mid-tempo version of “Unclouded Day” whenever I pick up a banjo. It is the best piece in my repertoire, unless you count “Cripple Creek” which I first heard while watching Hee Haw on Saturday evenings. (I honestly watched that show because of the musical talent, not the additional visuals.) I’ve noticed that “Cripple Creek” catches even the ears of those who are most disinterested. My playing was so … for lack of a better word, impressive and soothing, that one of my listeners decided to sleep for about 50 minutes in the recliner. (I am reminded of when Saul requested little David to come serenade him.)
I’m a bit tired tonight and not sure if I can even endure the USA vs. China Olympic gymnastics competition. I believe tonight’s topics of conversation may have something to do with my fatigue: Travels to Korea, India, Israel, Indianapolis, etc., brush arbor meetings, tent revivals, tomato tossing (not to be confused with midget tossing), three week revivals, soul winning, Purdue Boilermakers, Indiana Hoosiers, airports and airlines, guitar-playing evangelists who sport guitars made by Martin, Gretsch, Stella, accordions, high school pep rallies, TBN, television preachers, the Mormons, the Masons, among many other topics of choice. I am so tired! It's been a very good Monday. Goodnight.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Weekends
I had a great day today! Rehearsal went very good and we accomplished so much. I took my guitar case over to the store where I purchased it over a year ago, and they replaced mine with a new one. Probably because I am a superstar. No, it was a GATOR case that has a lifetime warranty and the store said Gator would probably just send them a replacement. I was appreciative and played some more Martin D28's as if I was interested in buying one. NOT. I finally set up my Apple MacBook Pro laptop, keyboard, and accessories on the dining table and it feels good to be somewhat productive again. Dinner was at Little Mexico II with pastor and his wife. We had a great time together and now I am back at the motorhome watching one of the two channels on the television. CBS isn't my favorite channel to watch, but the other available channel is Trinity Broadcast Network. I think I'll just rest up for tomorrow's services. I hope everyone has a terrific weekend!
My prayer was answered! After adjusting the antenna, I now can pick up a fuzzy (and weird shade of green) NBC, which means I can watch the olympics! It is killing my eyes to watch it but I want to show my patriotism. Seriously, I took my guitar over to the sanctuary earlier and had a wonderful time of worship... all alone, no one around except me and my Lord Jesus. He has been my Savior for quite some time now, but I'm trying to make him Lord of my life. I'm finding out there is a big difference. Time just flew by during my solo concert for "One". I remember 20 years ago, long before we had children, I used to spend Saturday nights along at the church and work on music and just prepare my mind and heart for the next day's services. It is a wonderful feeling.
I talked with Kim earlier and found out Spencer is playing his "Nashville" harmonica non-stop. Tate wants to share in the playing time as well. I can only imagine how much food particles must be lodged in the far corners of that harmonica! They've played the drums all summer long in the back of my head, on the back of my seat while I'm driving. Somehow, I miss that tonight. It is so quiet here. I hope to get quite a lot of work done this upcoming week. There are some loose ends I need to take care of on a few projects.
I also spoke with a pastor friend of mine from Nashville. I am so glad he called me. We had another one of those conversations about real passion for worship, real purpose in worship, and the real presence of worship. I became so excited about worship during the conversation, I knew I had to head over to the sanctuary after the conversation. (discussed earlier) I admire pastors who desire to think out-of-the-box, with unscripted corporate worship services. If we aren't careful, we will become just like every other church up and down the street... more show and less power. People's lives are at stake. I never want to become so big (in the way) that my agenda is more important that God's plan for a worship service. It's all about Him. I can't wait for tomorrow!
My prayer was answered! After adjusting the antenna, I now can pick up a fuzzy (and weird shade of green) NBC, which means I can watch the olympics! It is killing my eyes to watch it but I want to show my patriotism. Seriously, I took my guitar over to the sanctuary earlier and had a wonderful time of worship... all alone, no one around except me and my Lord Jesus. He has been my Savior for quite some time now, but I'm trying to make him Lord of my life. I'm finding out there is a big difference. Time just flew by during my solo concert for "One". I remember 20 years ago, long before we had children, I used to spend Saturday nights along at the church and work on music and just prepare my mind and heart for the next day's services. It is a wonderful feeling.
I talked with Kim earlier and found out Spencer is playing his "Nashville" harmonica non-stop. Tate wants to share in the playing time as well. I can only imagine how much food particles must be lodged in the far corners of that harmonica! They've played the drums all summer long in the back of my head, on the back of my seat while I'm driving. Somehow, I miss that tonight. It is so quiet here. I hope to get quite a lot of work done this upcoming week. There are some loose ends I need to take care of on a few projects.
I also spoke with a pastor friend of mine from Nashville. I am so glad he called me. We had another one of those conversations about real passion for worship, real purpose in worship, and the real presence of worship. I became so excited about worship during the conversation, I knew I had to head over to the sanctuary after the conversation. (discussed earlier) I admire pastors who desire to think out-of-the-box, with unscripted corporate worship services. If we aren't careful, we will become just like every other church up and down the street... more show and less power. People's lives are at stake. I never want to become so big (in the way) that my agenda is more important that God's plan for a worship service. It's all about Him. I can't wait for tomorrow!
Friday, August 15, 2008
Another Friday
My how time passes by so quickly! I am all alone now that the boys are back in Orlando. They all seem to be doing well. Today I went to the Verizon store to see about getting internet connection for my laptop via my phone. $49.95 monthly. I said no thanks to that. A stop by the music store to play more mandolins and Martin acoustic guitars satisfied me for a short while. This evening a friend of mine took me out in the country to an auction. A real live auction where many Amish folk (and German Baptists) had gathered to buy one another's non-powered junk. It took me back about 25+ years or so! Then it was time for sushi which brought me back to earth.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
The Perfect Man
That was the message at last night’s service. It was perfect timing for the boys and I to hear. Although, none of us are perfect, we need to strive for perfection continually. Today the boys will fly back home to Orlando and I can honestly say it has been a wonderful summer with very few hiccups along the way. We’ve shared in ministry and grown closer in the process. I can’t help but believe God has some great things in store for us all.
Today began like most days for us with Tate and I eating a bowl of cereal while Colton slept. We’ll pack their bags and head toward the airport around 2:30. They’ll fly home to Orlando and start school on Tuesday. I know Kim will love having them back home (for a few days at least), until the boy stuff kicks in. I will miss them so much once they’re gone! I miss Spencer and Kim very much. When I get back from making the airport run, I need to find some tickets online to fly home a few times in the next several weeks. My plan is to make it home in between weekends that I’ll work, until I make my way back down to Florida with the motor home.
For now, I’ll continue being a Purdue Boilermaker while I spend some time in Lafayette, Indiana. I’ll write more once I get back from the airport.
Today began like most days for us with Tate and I eating a bowl of cereal while Colton slept. We’ll pack their bags and head toward the airport around 2:30. They’ll fly home to Orlando and start school on Tuesday. I know Kim will love having them back home (for a few days at least), until the boy stuff kicks in. I will miss them so much once they’re gone! I miss Spencer and Kim very much. When I get back from making the airport run, I need to find some tickets online to fly home a few times in the next several weeks. My plan is to make it home in between weekends that I’ll work, until I make my way back down to Florida with the motor home.
For now, I’ll continue being a Purdue Boilermaker while I spend some time in Lafayette, Indiana. I’ll write more once I get back from the airport.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
A Good Run
The boys are inside the church washing some clothes. Today is there last full day with me, as their summer is coming to an end. They'll fly home tomorrow evening out of Indianapolis and return to school on Tuesday. I'm going to miss them badly. I miss Kim so much and I know it probably wasn't as enjoyable she may have first imagined... having the house to herself, no messes, no arguments to settle among the boys, etc. Just peace and quiet, and some time for herself. Now that the boys are going to be back home, I'll need to get a few flights back to Orlando during the week, and work my way back home with the RV while working the weekends.
All in all, it has been a very rewarding summer for us! The boys have seen a side of ministry and God's work they had never seen before. If we aren't careful, we'll convince ourselves the rest of the world (and church) is just like it is in our neat little box. This is simply not the truth. We've been places where it is a real struggle for those in leadership just to "have church". I hope we've been a blessing and an encouragement to those congregations. Then there were places where the technology was up-to-date, the pews were filled to capacity, and everything was put together so professionally. And to God be the glory! All of this brings things into perspective for me. On this journey to find my place in God's kingdom, there are a few things I must consider:
- To be where I'm wanted, needed, valued, and appreciated. (Don't we all?)
- Have a maximum impact in making a difference in the lives of many.
- Find stability for my family in our schedules and time spent together.
- Be where we are allowed to participate in ministry as a family.
- Allow God to use us in the kingdom without strings attached, or limitations.
- Above all, make sure my family is saved.
In the spirit of the olympics (which we've been watching lately at night), I do want to run a good race. I want to run the race with my family. I want to run with my friends. I want to be a finisher. My eyes are on the prize, and I want to hear Him say well done.
All in all, it has been a very rewarding summer for us! The boys have seen a side of ministry and God's work they had never seen before. If we aren't careful, we'll convince ourselves the rest of the world (and church) is just like it is in our neat little box. This is simply not the truth. We've been places where it is a real struggle for those in leadership just to "have church". I hope we've been a blessing and an encouragement to those congregations. Then there were places where the technology was up-to-date, the pews were filled to capacity, and everything was put together so professionally. And to God be the glory! All of this brings things into perspective for me. On this journey to find my place in God's kingdom, there are a few things I must consider:
- To be where I'm wanted, needed, valued, and appreciated. (Don't we all?)
- Have a maximum impact in making a difference in the lives of many.
- Find stability for my family in our schedules and time spent together.
- Be where we are allowed to participate in ministry as a family.
- Allow God to use us in the kingdom without strings attached, or limitations.
- Above all, make sure my family is saved.
In the spirit of the olympics (which we've been watching lately at night), I do want to run a good race. I want to run the race with my family. I want to run with my friends. I want to be a finisher. My eyes are on the prize, and I want to hear Him say well done.
1968
Talk about being tired!!! Oh my goodness! Getting to sleep around 2:30 AM doesn't help the next day when you know you are driving 350 miles. I normally don't need an alarm on travel days and this morning was no different. 7:00 came and my eyes were wide open. After unplugging and getting ready to leave town, we finally pulled out around 8:00. The traffic wasn't too bad. We made good time. In fact, we were making such good time, I decided to exit south of Louisville, KY and head on over to the Ft. Knox area. Many of my friends know I was raised in Mississippi, but most people don't realize I was born in Ft. Knox, KY and my dad retired from the Army when I was 4 or 5 years old. The reason I know I was that young is because I started first grade in Thaxton, MS in 1968. (Google that town if you want to have a good laugh.) So, I do have a few memories of Kentucky life. (Probably because I am so intelligent.) NOT!
As I exited off of I-65, the sign said to the right -----> Birthplace of Abraham Lincoln, and to the left <----- Radcliff 12 miles, Ft. Knox 16 miles, etc. By this time I'm thinking how cool it is that people can choose either to visit Lincoln's birthplace or come see my old stomping grounds. Now that I've admitted to myself of being in the middle of a mid-life crisis, I turned left with intentions of re-discovering my past. Here are a few of the more pleasant things I remember of Kentucky life:
- No. 1 pleasant memory: the mobile home and park where we lived. (Go Springer!)
- Our Volkswagon beetle bug. Don't ask me how a family of six survived with a beetle bug.
- Snow-sledding down a hill on a car hood turned up-side down (possibly at a city park)
- At church there was an upright bass and an accordian (there is a possibility of the accordian being a tuba.) I admit, I may be getting the tuba mixed up with a church in South Mississippi combined with one marching bass drum.
- The 45+ minute drive on curvy roads while going to church.
- One day my dad (maybe my mom was present also) took me to see the Ft. Knox gold vault! I was told if we walked across the painted lines on the driveway, that tanks and guns would come up out of the ground to ZAP us into dust!
I realize that is quite an impressive list for a little tot like myself. Today, the timing was perfect. Colton was asleep up top, and Tate was crashed on the couch. Can I be honest here? It was very strange for me to be returning to my birthplace after being gone forty years. I've never gone back in all these years. There's been no reason to ever go back... until today. And there I was, heading straight toward 1968 as fast as I could go. I drove into Radcliff where we once lived and could hear the pavement making the same noises I remembered it made when I would sit in the back seat, unable to view the road since I was too little. I also remember seeing the power lines crossing the road from the back seat... and as I looked up this morning, there was a continuous string of power lines crossing the road. Now I realize that probably wasn't even the same road. And it probably wasn't 4-laned back then. But none of that mattered to me today. It was the sights and sounds that got my attention. About three miles of highway driving reminded me just how powerful memories can be. The mind can be so haunting. I noticed how unattractive the town looked. I passed by two mobile home dealerships and thought about stopping to ask where the most popular parks might be where military families might have lived. My heart was racing. I drove past them and continued on. Then I passed a couple of parks myself, but decided to keep going. I wasn't sure I could handle all that I was feeling inside. Lucky for me, the boys were still asleep and I wouldn't have to explain why I was crying and a total mess.
I began to think backward to the past 45 years and wondered if those were the best years of my life. I simply divided the years by the two seasons of my life (the places I've lived), while rewinding my life's video on high-speed. There I saw the good and the bad, the mountain tops and the valleys, the joy and the pain. I easily decided the best is yet to come. Suddenly, a calmness came into the RV. I began to see the potential that lies ahead. All the good that can be transferred into the lives of so many... that was encouraging to me. Faces of those who surround my life now flashed in front of my face. God began to show me the rewards of taking the high road in life, while allowing Him to handle situations and people on my behalf. The future suddenly seemed so much brighter!
I gathered my emotions, and woke the boys up to eat breakfast at Burger King, only to find out it was 11:30 and they were serving lunch. I was trying to remember when and where we left the central time zone and entered back into the eastern time zone. We decided not to eat at BK, and drove into Ft. Knox. Actually, what happened was I took what appeard to be the only exit around, which was called E. and W. Bullion Road. I turned eastward and immediately drove past what I remembered to be the GOLD VAULT! I felt like a billionaire! But not for long because we were directly in front of the gate of the military base. The nice officer met us out front and motioned us into the U-turn lane. I'm thinking, what could be giving us away? I felt so discriminated against. Ha Could it be the RV??? I explained to him about my mid-life crisis, and he smiled and allowed me to make the u-turn. We then stopped in front of what I believed to be the same gates my dad took me to years ago, and I looked up the long driveway to the gold vault! Just as I snapped the picture, I heard a man's voice on the speaker system say, NO BLOCKING THE DRIVEWAY! I pulled out into the road, scared for my life, and read the sign that said ABSOLUTELY NO PICTURES! I must have used about $35 of fuel in the next quarter of a mile!
The boys voted on White Castle (again), and then we cruised through Louisville as I answered Colton's question of why there are so many Jewish Hospitals in Louisville. My answer was, "Hey, did you know Muhammed Ali is from Louisville?" It was a lame answer, I know. We crossed the river into Indiana and the corn fields put us all to sleep. I didn't wake up until we were sitting in the parking lot of the mall, north of Indianapolis. We took our time and finally made it to Lafayette, IN around 7pm. It has been an interesting and rewarding day for me! Oh great! Thanks to the time change, it is now almost 1:00 AM!
As I exited off of I-65, the sign said to the right -----> Birthplace of Abraham Lincoln, and to the left <----- Radcliff 12 miles, Ft. Knox 16 miles, etc. By this time I'm thinking how cool it is that people can choose either to visit Lincoln's birthplace or come see my old stomping grounds. Now that I've admitted to myself of being in the middle of a mid-life crisis, I turned left with intentions of re-discovering my past. Here are a few of the more pleasant things I remember of Kentucky life:
- No. 1 pleasant memory: the mobile home and park where we lived. (Go Springer!)
- Our Volkswagon beetle bug. Don't ask me how a family of six survived with a beetle bug.
- Snow-sledding down a hill on a car hood turned up-side down (possibly at a city park)
- At church there was an upright bass and an accordian (there is a possibility of the accordian being a tuba.) I admit, I may be getting the tuba mixed up with a church in South Mississippi combined with one marching bass drum.
- The 45+ minute drive on curvy roads while going to church.
- One day my dad (maybe my mom was present also) took me to see the Ft. Knox gold vault! I was told if we walked across the painted lines on the driveway, that tanks and guns would come up out of the ground to ZAP us into dust!
I realize that is quite an impressive list for a little tot like myself. Today, the timing was perfect. Colton was asleep up top, and Tate was crashed on the couch. Can I be honest here? It was very strange for me to be returning to my birthplace after being gone forty years. I've never gone back in all these years. There's been no reason to ever go back... until today. And there I was, heading straight toward 1968 as fast as I could go. I drove into Radcliff where we once lived and could hear the pavement making the same noises I remembered it made when I would sit in the back seat, unable to view the road since I was too little. I also remember seeing the power lines crossing the road from the back seat... and as I looked up this morning, there was a continuous string of power lines crossing the road. Now I realize that probably wasn't even the same road. And it probably wasn't 4-laned back then. But none of that mattered to me today. It was the sights and sounds that got my attention. About three miles of highway driving reminded me just how powerful memories can be. The mind can be so haunting. I noticed how unattractive the town looked. I passed by two mobile home dealerships and thought about stopping to ask where the most popular parks might be where military families might have lived. My heart was racing. I drove past them and continued on. Then I passed a couple of parks myself, but decided to keep going. I wasn't sure I could handle all that I was feeling inside. Lucky for me, the boys were still asleep and I wouldn't have to explain why I was crying and a total mess.
I began to think backward to the past 45 years and wondered if those were the best years of my life. I simply divided the years by the two seasons of my life (the places I've lived), while rewinding my life's video on high-speed. There I saw the good and the bad, the mountain tops and the valleys, the joy and the pain. I easily decided the best is yet to come. Suddenly, a calmness came into the RV. I began to see the potential that lies ahead. All the good that can be transferred into the lives of so many... that was encouraging to me. Faces of those who surround my life now flashed in front of my face. God began to show me the rewards of taking the high road in life, while allowing Him to handle situations and people on my behalf. The future suddenly seemed so much brighter!
I gathered my emotions, and woke the boys up to eat breakfast at Burger King, only to find out it was 11:30 and they were serving lunch. I was trying to remember when and where we left the central time zone and entered back into the eastern time zone. We decided not to eat at BK, and drove into Ft. Knox. Actually, what happened was I took what appeard to be the only exit around, which was called E. and W. Bullion Road. I turned eastward and immediately drove past what I remembered to be the GOLD VAULT! I felt like a billionaire! But not for long because we were directly in front of the gate of the military base. The nice officer met us out front and motioned us into the U-turn lane. I'm thinking, what could be giving us away? I felt so discriminated against. Ha Could it be the RV??? I explained to him about my mid-life crisis, and he smiled and allowed me to make the u-turn. We then stopped in front of what I believed to be the same gates my dad took me to years ago, and I looked up the long driveway to the gold vault! Just as I snapped the picture, I heard a man's voice on the speaker system say, NO BLOCKING THE DRIVEWAY! I pulled out into the road, scared for my life, and read the sign that said ABSOLUTELY NO PICTURES! I must have used about $35 of fuel in the next quarter of a mile!
The boys voted on White Castle (again), and then we cruised through Louisville as I answered Colton's question of why there are so many Jewish Hospitals in Louisville. My answer was, "Hey, did you know Muhammed Ali is from Louisville?" It was a lame answer, I know. We crossed the river into Indiana and the corn fields put us all to sleep. I didn't wake up until we were sitting in the parking lot of the mall, north of Indianapolis. We took our time and finally made it to Lafayette, IN around 7pm. It has been an interesting and rewarding day for me! Oh great! Thanks to the time change, it is now almost 1:00 AM!
Monday, August 11, 2008
Music Row
First of all, let me say one big "I'm sorry" to all of you who are giving me grief about not blogging the past week. What am I supposed to do? Just say, "excuse me Vince and Amy, I need to go blog while you grill my steak medium-well." (Vince = Vince Gill, Amy = Amy Grant) Haha! I can't tell you how much fun we've been having in Nash-Vegas the past ten or so days! To all of our friends here, let me say a million thanks for all you've done in making our stay the most wonderful time. You have helped us in so many ways, and I pray God will reimburse you greatly for your kindness.
The services have been awesome! The town is amazing! The people are so friendly! Colton played out with some friends, and made some new friends in the music business. It was great hanging with Ryan, Chauntay, and Teresa. (Thanks for the BBQ!) And after playing with Adam Clarke, Colton has convinced me to buy my own mandolin. I even picked around on a few of them today at the music store. I also played some Martin D28's that sold between $1,800 and $3,900. I told the salesman I would need to get back to him with my decision. But the mandolins really were sweet! I can probably pick one up without a permission slip.
I got chills when I turned on to Oak Valley Lane where my friend Kevin McManus has produced so many wonderful and anointed tunes! I can't imagine all the hundreds of world-renowned musicians and singers who have graced that studio with their talents through the years. I felt magic simply by walking through the door.
Last night's dinner at Shoney's was more than a typical Shoney's experience. We were able to hang out with my long-time friend David W. Huff (of David & the Giants fame). It had been way too long! I am always amazed at those who are as gifted as David is. I've known him for 30 years and he was as dazzling last night as I've ever seen him. After we did our concert near Opryland Hotel, we hurried over to where he was playing to catch the end of his concert. After doing his signature song, "Noah", and as the altar call was being given, the pastor asked if I would come play along on the keyboard. I must say, it all brought back memories of when I was 15 years old... and would often do the same thing. It was moments like those that played such a big part in me wanting to become a musician. I felt the same little tingle last night... and today I've decided once again that when I grow up, I want to become a musician.
The other night I took the boys downtown to see the sights. I love walking the streets, shopping in the tourist traps, doing Printer's Alley, and listening to the music coming outside onto the sidewalk! It seems to sound more clear in Nashville. I really can't explain it. I did however notice the best sounding system I heard all night was the honky tonk using JBL speakers for their house mains and monitors. Man I love JBL! And no, even though I was taunted and made fun of for not "sitting in" with any of the bands, I remained strong outside on the sidewalk, and simply walked away from trouble... (in the words of a Kenny Rogers tune).
Other things I love about Nashville:
(in no particular order)
Opryland Hotel & Opry Mills Outlet Mall
ALL of our friends in town... (too numerous to try to name)
Cock of the Walk (best catfish in town)
The thrill I feel when I am on Music Row
The weather whenever it isn't too hot
Downtown Nashville, Printer's Alley, Broadway Ave.
White Castle between downtown and 17th Avenue
Vanderbilt University area
Rotier's Restaurant
Tennessee Titans' football stadium
The view of downtown from many parts of the city
This list could go on an on... but I'll stop at this point.
I need to let you know the best hamburger I've had (possibly EVER) is across from Vanderbilt University at Rotier's! Even with all of my Food Network experience, even I never thought of placing a hamburger on french bread. The onion straws weren't too bad either. All in all, Nashville is a terrific town!
The services have been awesome! The town is amazing! The people are so friendly! Colton played out with some friends, and made some new friends in the music business. It was great hanging with Ryan, Chauntay, and Teresa. (Thanks for the BBQ!) And after playing with Adam Clarke, Colton has convinced me to buy my own mandolin. I even picked around on a few of them today at the music store. I also played some Martin D28's that sold between $1,800 and $3,900. I told the salesman I would need to get back to him with my decision.
I got chills when I turned on to Oak Valley Lane where my friend Kevin McManus has produced so many wonderful and anointed tunes! I can't imagine all the hundreds of world-renowned musicians and singers who have graced that studio with their talents through the years. I felt magic simply by walking through the door.
Last night's dinner at Shoney's was more than a typical Shoney's experience. We were able to hang out with my long-time friend David W. Huff (of David & the Giants fame). It had been way too long! I am always amazed at those who are as gifted as David is. I've known him for 30 years and he was as dazzling last night as I've ever seen him. After we did our concert near Opryland Hotel, we hurried over to where he was playing to catch the end of his concert. After doing his signature song, "Noah", and as the altar call was being given, the pastor asked if I would come play along on the keyboard. I must say, it all brought back memories of when I was 15 years old... and would often do the same thing. It was moments like those that played such a big part in me wanting to become a musician. I felt the same little tingle last night... and today I've decided once again that when I grow up, I want to become a musician.
The other night I took the boys downtown to see the sights. I love walking the streets, shopping in the tourist traps, doing Printer's Alley, and listening to the music coming outside onto the sidewalk! It seems to sound more clear in Nashville. I really can't explain it. I did however notice the best sounding system I heard all night was the honky tonk using JBL speakers for their house mains and monitors. Man I love JBL! And no, even though I was taunted and made fun of for not "sitting in" with any of the bands, I remained strong outside on the sidewalk, and simply walked away from trouble... (in the words of a Kenny Rogers tune).
Other things I love about Nashville:
(in no particular order)
Opryland Hotel & Opry Mills Outlet Mall
ALL of our friends in town... (too numerous to try to name)
Cock of the Walk (best catfish in town)
The thrill I feel when I am on Music Row
The weather whenever it isn't too hot
Downtown Nashville, Printer's Alley, Broadway Ave.
White Castle between downtown and 17th Avenue
Vanderbilt University area
Rotier's Restaurant
Tennessee Titans' football stadium
The view of downtown from many parts of the city
This list could go on an on... but I'll stop at this point.
I need to let you know the best hamburger I've had (possibly EVER) is across from Vanderbilt University at Rotier's! Even with all of my Food Network experience, even I never thought of placing a hamburger on french bread. The onion straws weren't too bad either. All in all, Nashville is a terrific town!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Tired Tuesdays
There is no reason for me to be tired. Yesterday was a play day and we had fun at Opry Mills outlet mall. I slept pretty good last night and there's really no explanation for feeling tired this morning. I was up late working on some projects but that shouldn't have me worn out already. I probably just miss Kim and Spencer, and miss being at home. I think I'll buy some tickets to go back home some during the week once the boys go back to school. Then make it back up north and work around those days that I am home. Yeah! That sounds like a great idea. I've got a lot of things in the cooker that I'm hoping to pull together in the fall. God is blessing us while on the road. We've had great services, good health, and He has kept us safe while traveling. I felt impressed to go out on the road this summer for several reasons I've already written about in earlier blogs. It seems that God has done His work in us. He is preparing us for something wonderful in the days ahead. There are some things that only God can do in our lives. Sometimes we just need to get away from the normal routines in our life, and allow Him to speak to us. He has done that very thing in the lives of my boys and myself. I have confidence that in His time, all things will come together. And on that note, I don't have any reason to worry. But I am still tired this morning.
Monday, August 4, 2008
The Answer
What a wonderful morning it is here in Nashville! Actually, I haven't been outside yet, and our room is completely dark, which is conducive to a good night's rest. When you think on it, any morning you are able to wake up, that is a great morning! And today is such a day. Today I am thankful for a wonderful family, good health, a sound mind, (we all have our own opinions), and a great expectation in my heart for all that God has in store for me and my family. I also found the answer to the origin of the saying, "The early bird gets the worm." The meaning is "success comes to those who prepare well and put in effort." This was first recorded in John Ray's A collection of English proverbs 1670, 1678: "The early bird catcheth the worm."
Clearly, the title of the work indicates that this was considered proverbial even in the 17th century. It also held true yesterday.
Yesterday was everything I thought it would be! The worship was anointed and the preaching was right on target for our lives. My boys have been so blessed to see and experience such positives moves of God this summer. As Colton was praying last night after the message, I was reminded of my growing up days where we played music and sang as teenagers. It was refreshing to see him praying when he could have been playing instead. We need more of that in our churches. We need singers and musicians who desire to pray more than they desire to play or sing. Often we see the complete opposite.
This summer I've tried to teach the boys to practice and prepare as much as possible. We've had one big summer-long music lesson, and its been so much fun! I love my boys very much. Kim and I are so blessed to have them in our lives. I also love my boys being boys! I'm glad they love to play ball, and do things that guys normally do. I've seen them in many different situations this summer. They've met a lot of new friends. They love God, and they love girls! I'm not complaining, especially when I think about the alternative. Are they perfect? No way! Am I perfect? Not hardly. But I love watching them grow up, learning to love God, and wanting to be used by Him. We've also learned the importance of relying on God, and needing Him to bless everything we do. Along with practicing and planning musically, we're also discovering the need for spiritual preparation. We're on a journey ... and I'm excited to see where God will take us, if we allow Him to lead the way.
Our short-term journey led us to Opry Mills outlet mall today. We visited the Gibson Showcase guitar center and it is unbelievably expensive! (We didn't stay long.) I ripped off a Jaco Pastorious solo on a $7,000.00 upright acoustic bass and honestly, I laughed out loud at that crazy deal. Then I played "Cripple Creek" on a dobro with the plastic keychain in my pocket, even though it is a banjo tune. Next I tickled out a tune on the mandolin, and even impressed myself, seeing that I don't even know how to play one that well (or at all). Ha! Finally, I picked up a banjo and was going to play it... until I nearly threw my back out! If they sold banjos by the pound, it would cost a fortune for a good banjo! It weighs more than the RV we are driving! I breathed deeply and played another version of "Cripple Creek" which was not much better than my attempt on the dobro. At this point, since there was no circle of people around me requesting Ricky Skaggs or Marty Stuart tunes on another instrument, I quickly bought a Jim Dunlop purple plastic guitar gadget that helps unwind the tuning pegs when changing out strings. $2.50 total. Ladies and gentlemen, the Graham's have left the building...
The rest of our mall experience is as follows: After the guitar shop catastrophe, I bought The Prayer of Jabez book for $2.00, an Orange Julius from DQ, and a massage at the Lil' Asian Rub-Down kiosk. (I'm almost certain those lil people are licensed. They have to carry some type of credentials to be that good.) And even if they aren't licensed, or even legal citizens of our great country, today's rub was my way of helping strengthen the world's economy. What's $20 +tip for 25 minutes of quiet time with the Lord, right? I just didn't appreciate hearing people snicker as they walked by... even if they are my own children. The purpose for the mall outing was that I needed a pair of dress shoes, so I bought a new pair. I'm not going to justify this purchase because well, I'm just not going to. All I will say is, I bought a man's shoe for a man's foot. In other words, the end of the shoe stops at the end of my toes. They don't continue on for another 18-22 inches. They are shoes made for men. Next stop: the jewelry cleaning guy. Did he really think I was going to purchase that magic liquid? Why did I need it? He just cleaned my ring! And the Dead Sea girl with the seductive accent... I knew more about her product than she did. I can't tell you how much of that stuff I've bought Kim in the past two years of traveling. At least I had my right forearm cleaned, along with one of my hands, and one arm lotioned. Why should I buy from her? My skin was in better shape than hers! The first asking price was "only" $80. One eye-roll later, it came down to her cost, which was only $39. As I was walking away, I heard something like "I will throw in a bunch of extras... etc.", and I have to admit, this time I felt a wee bit guilty for telling her no. That quickly faded as I looked up and saw the food court.
Clearly, the title of the work indicates that this was considered proverbial even in the 17th century. It also held true yesterday.
Yesterday was everything I thought it would be! The worship was anointed and the preaching was right on target for our lives. My boys have been so blessed to see and experience such positives moves of God this summer. As Colton was praying last night after the message, I was reminded of my growing up days where we played music and sang as teenagers. It was refreshing to see him praying when he could have been playing instead. We need more of that in our churches. We need singers and musicians who desire to pray more than they desire to play or sing. Often we see the complete opposite.
This summer I've tried to teach the boys to practice and prepare as much as possible. We've had one big summer-long music lesson, and its been so much fun! I love my boys very much. Kim and I are so blessed to have them in our lives. I also love my boys being boys! I'm glad they love to play ball, and do things that guys normally do. I've seen them in many different situations this summer. They've met a lot of new friends. They love God, and they love girls! I'm not complaining, especially when I think about the alternative. Are they perfect? No way! Am I perfect? Not hardly. But I love watching them grow up, learning to love God, and wanting to be used by Him. We've also learned the importance of relying on God, and needing Him to bless everything we do. Along with practicing and planning musically, we're also discovering the need for spiritual preparation. We're on a journey ... and I'm excited to see where God will take us, if we allow Him to lead the way.
Our short-term journey led us to Opry Mills outlet mall today. We visited the Gibson Showcase guitar center and it is unbelievably expensive! (We didn't stay long.) I ripped off a Jaco Pastorious solo on a $7,000.00 upright acoustic bass and honestly, I laughed out loud at that crazy deal. Then I played "Cripple Creek" on a dobro with the plastic keychain in my pocket, even though it is a banjo tune. Next I tickled out a tune on the mandolin, and even impressed myself, seeing that I don't even know how to play one that well (or at all). Ha! Finally, I picked up a banjo and was going to play it... until I nearly threw my back out! If they sold banjos by the pound, it would cost a fortune for a good banjo! It weighs more than the RV we are driving! I breathed deeply and played another version of "Cripple Creek" which was not much better than my attempt on the dobro. At this point, since there was no circle of people around me requesting Ricky Skaggs or Marty Stuart tunes on another instrument, I quickly bought a Jim Dunlop purple plastic guitar gadget that helps unwind the tuning pegs when changing out strings. $2.50 total. Ladies and gentlemen, the Graham's have left the building...
The rest of our mall experience is as follows: After the guitar shop catastrophe, I bought The Prayer of Jabez book for $2.00, an Orange Julius from DQ, and a massage at the Lil' Asian Rub-Down kiosk. (I'm almost certain those lil people are licensed. They have to carry some type of credentials to be that good.) And even if they aren't licensed, or even legal citizens of our great country, today's rub was my way of helping strengthen the world's economy. What's $20 +tip for 25 minutes of quiet time with the Lord, right? I just didn't appreciate hearing people snicker as they walked by... even if they are my own children. The purpose for the mall outing was that I needed a pair of dress shoes, so I bought a new pair. I'm not going to justify this purchase because well, I'm just not going to. All I will say is, I bought a man's shoe for a man's foot. In other words, the end of the shoe stops at the end of my toes. They don't continue on for another 18-22 inches. They are shoes made for men. Next stop: the jewelry cleaning guy. Did he really think I was going to purchase that magic liquid? Why did I need it? He just cleaned my ring! And the Dead Sea girl with the seductive accent... I knew more about her product than she did. I can't tell you how much of that stuff I've bought Kim in the past two years of traveling. At least I had my right forearm cleaned, along with one of my hands, and one arm lotioned. Why should I buy from her? My skin was in better shape than hers! The first asking price was "only" $80. One eye-roll later, it came down to her cost, which was only $39. As I was walking away, I heard something like "I will throw in a bunch of extras... etc.", and I have to admit, this time I felt a wee bit guilty for telling her no. That quickly faded as I looked up and saw the food court.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
The Early Bird Gets The Worm
I have no idea where that saying came from, but after waking up this morning before 6:00 I have every intention of finding out! There is no reason to ever wake up on a Saturday morning any earlier than 8:00 or so. Then I'm reminded of the days where I usually wake up early and awesome things happen later in the day. I'm guessing today will be such a day. I need to finish preparing for a 10:00 AM rehearsal and get the boys some breakfast.
Spencer called me last night and sounded very tired. His football practice went well and he was excited to get new cleats, a new mouthpiece, and his helmet. They will practice again today. He told me he weighed yesterday and was three pounded under the weight limit. I knew he would do well and told him not to sweat it this summer... to just have fun and not worry about those things. If I had five practices a week for a month to prepare for a football season, there is no telling how much I might lose! Hmmm Nah. Truth is, I rebounded for Tate last night after dinner in the basketball gym next door for a short while, and this morning I could hardly get out of bed and walk! That is sad isn't it? I am so ashamed. I'm going to blame last night's wonderful catfish dinner.
Rehearsal went well, as we learned four songs in 80 minutes. That makes for a productive time. I tend to move quickly through a rehearsal, mainly to keep people interested in the music, and to actually accomplish more in the time we have together. People feel positive about the music when their time is appreciated, and when they are made to feel as if they've accomplished something significant for their efforts. I also understand that great rehearsals are usually a result of someone doing their job long before I've arrived to town. I appreciate those who faithfully work in the music programs of today's church. At times, it can be a thankless job. I realize it is because of others' talents and sacrifices that I am able to do what I do each week. And knowing that God Himself will reward us with blessings from Heaven makes it all worthwhile.
The mexican fajita lunch has begun to settle and I feel a nap coming on. I normally don't nap, but tonight some of the young people are playing volleyball in the gym, and I've already been asked to "bring my game" to the court. Ha!
No nap for me. Nothing but noise in the room. I thought I would be nice and take the boys to Sam Ash Music store for a while. I let Tate tear up the drum room, then asked if he would come with me to the acoustic guitar room while I looked at some of Nashville's finest. Colton immediately grabbed a $3,200 Martin acoustic guitar, and Tate swung around the room using various guitars hanging from the wall. After a few glances from the salesman, and knowing I was fighting a losing battle with Tate, we simply left. A quick run through Dairy Queen and then we were back at the church for a night of fellowship on the volleyball court. I left my game on the sideline tonight. I hated to disappoint all my fans. Ha! We just got back to the room and hopefully things will quieten down soon. I need to study tonight since the pastor (who is a preaching machine) asked if we could "tag-team" in the morning about worship. I'll help lead the worship and speak for a short while. I can't wait to see what all God has in store for us!
Spencer called me last night and sounded very tired. His football practice went well and he was excited to get new cleats, a new mouthpiece, and his helmet. They will practice again today. He told me he weighed yesterday and was three pounded under the weight limit. I knew he would do well and told him not to sweat it this summer... to just have fun and not worry about those things. If I had five practices a week for a month to prepare for a football season, there is no telling how much I might lose! Hmmm Nah. Truth is, I rebounded for Tate last night after dinner in the basketball gym next door for a short while, and this morning I could hardly get out of bed and walk! That is sad isn't it? I am so ashamed. I'm going to blame last night's wonderful catfish dinner.
Rehearsal went well, as we learned four songs in 80 minutes. That makes for a productive time. I tend to move quickly through a rehearsal, mainly to keep people interested in the music, and to actually accomplish more in the time we have together. People feel positive about the music when their time is appreciated, and when they are made to feel as if they've accomplished something significant for their efforts. I also understand that great rehearsals are usually a result of someone doing their job long before I've arrived to town. I appreciate those who faithfully work in the music programs of today's church. At times, it can be a thankless job. I realize it is because of others' talents and sacrifices that I am able to do what I do each week. And knowing that God Himself will reward us with blessings from Heaven makes it all worthwhile.
The mexican fajita lunch has begun to settle and I feel a nap coming on. I normally don't nap, but tonight some of the young people are playing volleyball in the gym, and I've already been asked to "bring my game" to the court. Ha!
No nap for me. Nothing but noise in the room. I thought I would be nice and take the boys to Sam Ash Music store for a while. I let Tate tear up the drum room, then asked if he would come with me to the acoustic guitar room while I looked at some of Nashville's finest. Colton immediately grabbed a $3,200 Martin acoustic guitar, and Tate swung around the room using various guitars hanging from the wall. After a few glances from the salesman, and knowing I was fighting a losing battle with Tate, we simply left. A quick run through Dairy Queen and then we were back at the church for a night of fellowship on the volleyball court. I left my game on the sideline tonight. I hated to disappoint all my fans. Ha! We just got back to the room and hopefully things will quieten down soon. I need to study tonight since the pastor (who is a preaching machine) asked if we could "tag-team" in the morning about worship. I'll help lead the worship and speak for a short while. I can't wait to see what all God has in store for us!
Friday, August 1, 2008
Music City U.S.A.
It is a lovely morning in Knoxville, TN and we are preparing to pull out and head toward Nashville. I always love going to Nashville. It is one of my favorite cities to visit. Knoxville is becoming one of my favorites each time I visit. No wonder so many people are relocating to the Smokies. The people are wonderful, the food is great, the pace of life seems just perfect, and the church is fabulous! I feel as if God has helped me turn the corner (again) on some things in my life, while I've been here.
There is so much for us to do while in Nashville. So many friends to see, and then there is the music industry to "take in". Enough of this. I need to just sign off and get this gang moving down I-40 east. Later!
I must say the drive from Knoxville to Nashville is one of the prettiest in the country. I really love going those mountains. We made it here in great time. Colton and Tate both slept while I drove. (I actually slept while at the wheel, but only after coming over the mountains as the road leveled out. Just kidding!) We arrived at the church, went to lunch (gyros) with pastor. I love being with real people. Real people make up for the artificial ones we meet from time to time. I've noticed that real people are usually kingdom minded. They are humble and meek, and seem to prefer others. They often give unselfishly to others, and do so without any strings attached. And no matter where you go, everyone speaks highly of them, because they are "real". Anyway, as good as the gyros were, the fellowship and conversation was even better. We covered enough material to outline a music and ministry conference. Ha! I'm the lucky one, just to be here this weekend. I'm going to absorb every moment I can, and carry it with me the rest of the year.
After lunch we checked into the evangelist quarters. Wow! Talk about nice! I'm trying to keep the boys out of the welcome basket and fridge long enough to make it to dinner. We have a rehearsal at 10:00 in the morning with the worship team. We'll have the afternoon and evening free. Then it will be Super-Sunday! I know we're going to have a great time! It's almost time for dinner. I'd better get this gang ready to go...
There is so much for us to do while in Nashville. So many friends to see, and then there is the music industry to "take in". Enough of this. I need to just sign off and get this gang moving down I-40 east. Later!
I must say the drive from Knoxville to Nashville is one of the prettiest in the country. I really love going those mountains. We made it here in great time. Colton and Tate both slept while I drove. (I actually slept while at the wheel, but only after coming over the mountains as the road leveled out. Just kidding!) We arrived at the church, went to lunch (gyros) with pastor. I love being with real people. Real people make up for the artificial ones we meet from time to time. I've noticed that real people are usually kingdom minded. They are humble and meek, and seem to prefer others. They often give unselfishly to others, and do so without any strings attached. And no matter where you go, everyone speaks highly of them, because they are "real". Anyway, as good as the gyros were, the fellowship and conversation was even better. We covered enough material to outline a music and ministry conference. Ha! I'm the lucky one, just to be here this weekend. I'm going to absorb every moment I can, and carry it with me the rest of the year.
After lunch we checked into the evangelist quarters. Wow! Talk about nice! I'm trying to keep the boys out of the welcome basket and fridge long enough to make it to dinner. We have a rehearsal at 10:00 in the morning with the worship team. We'll have the afternoon and evening free. Then it will be Super-Sunday! I know we're going to have a great time! It's almost time for dinner. I'd better get this gang ready to go...
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Another Airport Run...
Today is Spencer's last day with us on the tour. He is flying home just in time to make it for August football practices. He is acting like a big-shot since he is flying alone (non-stop) from Knoxville to Orlando. There is no telling all the things he will tell to those sitting around him on the flight home. To my surprise, Spencrer has really done well with the traveling this summer. His heart is so big for God. Spencer will be going into the 6th grade this fall. I am so proud of him. He is always on honor roll and does his best at whatever he sets his mind to do. We will miss him so much as we continue to travel some...
We spent a couple of days over in Pigeon Forge again, and I've had enough of the Smokies to last a while. In the morning we are leaving for Nashville! We'll be there for about 11 days, then we'll head up through Kentucky and on to Indianapolis, where Colton and Tate will fly home to start school. I guess I'd better get Spencer to the airport now since I am speaking tonight at service. I wouldn't want to get caught in city traffic while church is going on. More later...
As things turned out, I needed to stay with Spencer until his flight took off, so I wasn't able to speak tonight. I guess God figured that could wait until next time. Spencer and I enjoyed a nice meal at Ruby Tuesday's across from Gate 2 at the Knoxville airport. He is growing so fast! My lil buddy starts middle school next month. I am so proud of him. He felt like a rock-star with his guitar strapped around his shoulders and me leading the way in my church suit. Haha! He sent me a text when he landed and I am sure he is happy to be back home. Football practices start for him tomorrow.
I raced back to the church service and arrived just as it was ending. Pastor asked me to end the service with a couple of songs, so I did just that, and God's presence was very real to me. It was nice just to sit around after service and talk with all God's people. I no longer wonder what people's agenda might be when we are together. I try to see people as a living soul, where everyone is equal and we all are God's children. I have a calling on my life and try to fulfill that as best I can. I have learned to leave the rest up to God. He is in control of things now.
We came back to pastor's house and just sat around and ate some sandwiches and chips while enjoying the fellowship with some of the saints. Tomorrow is a travel day and we need to be in Nashville by mid-afternoon. Tate crashed early, after having a long day, at Cracker Barrel, the laundromat, practicing drums at the church, and tonight's service... all without a nap! I miss Spencer already. I miss mom.
We spent a couple of days over in Pigeon Forge again, and I've had enough of the Smokies to last a while. In the morning we are leaving for Nashville! We'll be there for about 11 days, then we'll head up through Kentucky and on to Indianapolis, where Colton and Tate will fly home to start school. I guess I'd better get Spencer to the airport now since I am speaking tonight at service. I wouldn't want to get caught in city traffic while church is going on. More later...
As things turned out, I needed to stay with Spencer until his flight took off, so I wasn't able to speak tonight. I guess God figured that could wait until next time. Spencer and I enjoyed a nice meal at Ruby Tuesday's across from Gate 2 at the Knoxville airport. He is growing so fast! My lil buddy starts middle school next month. I am so proud of him. He felt like a rock-star with his guitar strapped around his shoulders and me leading the way in my church suit. Haha! He sent me a text when he landed and I am sure he is happy to be back home. Football practices start for him tomorrow.
I raced back to the church service and arrived just as it was ending. Pastor asked me to end the service with a couple of songs, so I did just that, and God's presence was very real to me. It was nice just to sit around after service and talk with all God's people. I no longer wonder what people's agenda might be when we are together. I try to see people as a living soul, where everyone is equal and we all are God's children. I have a calling on my life and try to fulfill that as best I can. I have learned to leave the rest up to God. He is in control of things now.
We came back to pastor's house and just sat around and ate some sandwiches and chips while enjoying the fellowship with some of the saints. Tomorrow is a travel day and we need to be in Nashville by mid-afternoon. Tate crashed early, after having a long day, at Cracker Barrel, the laundromat, practicing drums at the church, and tonight's service... all without a nap! I miss Spencer already. I miss mom.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Foundations
I wish I could get inside Tate's head. He woke up this morning and said, "Dad, are we going to the church today?" I answered him, "No, not today". Then I saw a huge disappointed look on his face. Now, I'm sure he will be just fine once our day gets started, but for a moment he was looking forward to being in God's house. I say, mission accomplished! I remember when I was his age, and most of my memories revolved around going to church. I don't regret that at all. It is part of my heritage. It is the foundation to my life.
My idea of our little summer tour was mostly to have some time with the boys, "away from the norm", and hopefully be able to show them another side of God's Kingdom and ministry. We are finding out that everyone, everywhere is not the same. All churches are different in some way. It doesn't matter where we are or how many show up to hear us play. All that matters is that we find God's presence and help lead others to Him. Every person counts, they have a soul. Everyone needs God in their lives. And regardless of a person may be in their relationship with Christ, there needs to be a solid foundation. I've looked forward to this summer with the boys because I knew it would be a time we could begin a new foundation for the plans that God wants to build in our lives. It is an exciting time!
My idea of our little summer tour was mostly to have some time with the boys, "away from the norm", and hopefully be able to show them another side of God's Kingdom and ministry. We are finding out that everyone, everywhere is not the same. All churches are different in some way. It doesn't matter where we are or how many show up to hear us play. All that matters is that we find God's presence and help lead others to Him. Every person counts, they have a soul. Everyone needs God in their lives. And regardless of a person may be in their relationship with Christ, there needs to be a solid foundation. I've looked forward to this summer with the boys because I knew it would be a time we could begin a new foundation for the plans that God wants to build in our lives. It is an exciting time!
Monday, July 28, 2008
The week ahead...
As awesome as Sundays usually are... Mondays are at the other end of the spectrum. It is usually a play day and that part is great! But the checking out of hotels can be challenging with my bunch. Everyone getting cleaned up, making sure the boys are all packed up, and paying for room damages (just kidding), are all part of the routine. Then I call downstairs and plead the front desk for a late check-out. Then like I said earlier, it is usually play time! All we have on today's agenda is check out of hotel, meet pastor and family for lunch, meet with Uncle Jimmy's relatives before taking Kim to the airport for her flight back home.
The boys and I plan on hanging out in the Smokies, singing Ronnie Milsap songs, and spending money we really don't have on rides, putt putt, go-carts, and other amusements the Pigeon Forge/Gatlinburg area has to offer. Spencer is "leaving the tour" Thursday night. (That sounds like it should be in a gossip magazine, all except, no one really cares, and it wouldn't sell very many copies.) Anyway, he is trading in his music career for the gridiron. He plays Pop Warner football in the fall and practices begin August 1st. Spencer likes to compare himself to Shaquille O'Neal, part musician/rapper, part athelete, and part Superman. All of this means I'd better stop blogging and start packing my bag. Happy Monday to all!
Wouldn't you know it, as we were leaving the hotel and heading to lunch, the passenger door to the motorhome flung open! Apparently, Ford thinks I am made of money and they want to do me harm today. The pastor called a local mechanic who thinks he can repair the inside latch mechanism (do I sound like I know what I'm talking about?) by the end of the day. Problem is though, Kim 's flight is at 7:30 tonight and we've got to get her to the airport in plenty of time. When it rains, it pours. Honestly, I can't complain. God has been very good to us this summer, and He has kept his hand of protection on us. For that, I am most thankful. I've learned a long time ago, not to question why things happen or don't happen in our lives. It is all for a reason.
You won't believe this! The owner of the garage repaired the door latch free of charge! And he shared his life's story with me as he did the work. We had a wonderful discussion about God's grace and mercy. I couldn't help but notice how quietly my boys sat and listened to this man share of his addiction to pain killers, and how that almost ruined his life. Of how he was facing serious jail time, and about to lose his family in the process. He told me all I owed him was a prayer. I assured him I could do that for sure. After signing a couple of CDs for him, I gave them to him and encouraged him to allow the songs to speak to his life. I told the boys afterward that "the song" is only the vehicle God uses to reach the hearts of mankind. There must be more than just another pretty song. We should sing about the life-changing power of God, and His unwavering and unconditional love for us. They've finally caught on... that this summer isn't about singing and playing. It is about people. We are in the people busines. I pray we never forget that. I hope we never become so exalted that we forget about others... those who God places in our paths. Reaching people with the gospel of Christ is what life is all about. It has been a wonderful start to what I hope is a wonderful week. Now, hopefully tomorrow will be our play day!
The boys and I plan on hanging out in the Smokies, singing Ronnie Milsap songs, and spending money we really don't have on rides, putt putt, go-carts, and other amusements the Pigeon Forge/Gatlinburg area has to offer. Spencer is "leaving the tour" Thursday night. (That sounds like it should be in a gossip magazine, all except, no one really cares, and it wouldn't sell very many copies.) Anyway, he is trading in his music career for the gridiron. He plays Pop Warner football in the fall and practices begin August 1st. Spencer likes to compare himself to Shaquille O'Neal, part musician/rapper, part athelete, and part Superman. All of this means I'd better stop blogging and start packing my bag. Happy Monday to all!
Wouldn't you know it, as we were leaving the hotel and heading to lunch, the passenger door to the motorhome flung open! Apparently, Ford thinks I am made of money and they want to do me harm today. The pastor called a local mechanic who thinks he can repair the inside latch mechanism (do I sound like I know what I'm talking about?) by the end of the day. Problem is though, Kim 's flight is at 7:30 tonight and we've got to get her to the airport in plenty of time. When it rains, it pours. Honestly, I can't complain. God has been very good to us this summer, and He has kept his hand of protection on us. For that, I am most thankful. I've learned a long time ago, not to question why things happen or don't happen in our lives. It is all for a reason.
You won't believe this! The owner of the garage repaired the door latch free of charge! And he shared his life's story with me as he did the work. We had a wonderful discussion about God's grace and mercy. I couldn't help but notice how quietly my boys sat and listened to this man share of his addiction to pain killers, and how that almost ruined his life. Of how he was facing serious jail time, and about to lose his family in the process. He told me all I owed him was a prayer. I assured him I could do that for sure. After signing a couple of CDs for him, I gave them to him and encouraged him to allow the songs to speak to his life. I told the boys afterward that "the song" is only the vehicle God uses to reach the hearts of mankind. There must be more than just another pretty song. We should sing about the life-changing power of God, and His unwavering and unconditional love for us. They've finally caught on... that this summer isn't about singing and playing. It is about people. We are in the people busines. I pray we never forget that. I hope we never become so exalted that we forget about others... those who God places in our paths. Reaching people with the gospel of Christ is what life is all about. It has been a wonderful start to what I hope is a wonderful week. Now, hopefully tomorrow will be our play day!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Smokey Mountain Rain
After a wonderful Saturday spent teaching a music workshop, we rested very well at the hotel last night. In fact, I feel as if I slept too hard. I was having a hard time waking up... until Tate and Spencer opened their eyes (and mouths). We're just hanging out this morning since the service is 1:00 this afternoon. Kim is going through Spencer's suitcase, declaring it a disaster zone, Tate is trying on Kim's clothes (which greatly concerns me), and Spencer is singing "Smokey Mountain Rain" with the assistance of Ronnie Milsap in the background on i-tunes.
Today promises to be an awesome of music, ministry, and friends. But first, I need to walk across the street to the RV company and pick up my newly repaired vehicle. They squeezed me in yesterday and repaired the fresh tank water hose for $5.61 (parts) and $110 for one hour's labor. Another prayer answered. You know how auto repairs can get ugly in a hurry. Tonight we'll be spending time with my stepdad's, newphew at his church. I say it this way because my stepdad is related to everyone east of the Mississippi, and south of Louisville, KY. We always joke with him about his family tree. He is a great guy with a wonderful, friendly and loving family.
I was right about today. It was one of the most powerful day of services/concerts we've had all summer! Singers are a dime a dozen. Musicians come and go. I've learned a long time ago there is always someone, somewhere who can sing and/or play better than I can. Talent alone doesn't get the job done. Talent doesn't save anyone's soul. Abilities can't change people's lives in a positive manner. I have to say that out of all the musicians and singers I heard in today's services, they weren't trying to perform. They weren't trying to impress anyone... except God. They didn't try to "out sing" the other guy or group. There is a difference in ministering in song, and simply singing a song. The world doesn't need another good singer. What we need are more singers who live the life they sing about, and who actually "minister" to the souls of the listeners. I was so impressed today by Darren Thomas. He went on last in the program, and once it was his turn, he simply began to lead the rest of us into God's presence. He didn't need an outline. He wasn't relying on lead sheets. His songs didn't have any live video footage playing in the background. There wasn't a stage filled with smoke and dry ice, with orange lights circling about the audience. When did we (the church) begin to think that God Almighty needed all of that extra stuff (I call it "fluff"), before He can move in a service. Note to all singers: If you feel you must have those "extras" for your song to be over-the-top, then maybe we need to change songs. Better yet, why don't we just change singers and allow someone whose life is anointed have a chance to sing. Oh my! I need to stop before I get too deep into this here. It is late and I might type something that will need to be edited out tomorrow. Ha! I'll save these thoughts for another time... another place.
But let me say that today was perhaps another life-changing time in my life. I've been encouraged in my spirit. I know God has his hand over my family's lives. He is preparing us for a new day. I want to be ready when His time is right. I want to be prepared when it is time to step out on faith and allow God to do His thing through us. Keep us in your prayers. I hope everyone has a wonderful week!
Today promises to be an awesome of music, ministry, and friends. But first, I need to walk across the street to the RV company and pick up my newly repaired vehicle. They squeezed me in yesterday and repaired the fresh tank water hose for $5.61 (parts) and $110 for one hour's labor. Another prayer answered. You know how auto repairs can get ugly in a hurry. Tonight we'll be spending time with my stepdad's, newphew at his church. I say it this way because my stepdad is related to everyone east of the Mississippi, and south of Louisville, KY. We always joke with him about his family tree. He is a great guy with a wonderful, friendly and loving family.
I was right about today. It was one of the most powerful day of services/concerts we've had all summer! Singers are a dime a dozen. Musicians come and go. I've learned a long time ago there is always someone, somewhere who can sing and/or play better than I can. Talent alone doesn't get the job done. Talent doesn't save anyone's soul. Abilities can't change people's lives in a positive manner. I have to say that out of all the musicians and singers I heard in today's services, they weren't trying to perform. They weren't trying to impress anyone... except God. They didn't try to "out sing" the other guy or group. There is a difference in ministering in song, and simply singing a song. The world doesn't need another good singer. What we need are more singers who live the life they sing about, and who actually "minister" to the souls of the listeners. I was so impressed today by Darren Thomas. He went on last in the program, and once it was his turn, he simply began to lead the rest of us into God's presence. He didn't need an outline. He wasn't relying on lead sheets. His songs didn't have any live video footage playing in the background. There wasn't a stage filled with smoke and dry ice, with orange lights circling about the audience. When did we (the church) begin to think that God Almighty needed all of that extra stuff (I call it "fluff"), before He can move in a service. Note to all singers: If you feel you must have those "extras" for your song to be over-the-top, then maybe we need to change songs. Better yet, why don't we just change singers and allow someone whose life is anointed have a chance to sing. Oh my! I need to stop before I get too deep into this here. It is late and I might type something that will need to be edited out tomorrow. Ha! I'll save these thoughts for another time... another place.
But let me say that today was perhaps another life-changing time in my life. I've been encouraged in my spirit. I know God has his hand over my family's lives. He is preparing us for a new day. I want to be ready when His time is right. I want to be prepared when it is time to step out on faith and allow God to do His thing through us. Keep us in your prayers. I hope everyone has a wonderful week!
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