Monday, August 31, 2009

Early Birthday Present



From The Husband.

Because I'm turning 50 and one needs something to wear that makes you feel young. The Husband asked me if I was going to write on the toes.

Maybe.

Never had a pair of Chuck Taylor's.............Stan Smith's yes, Keds yes. But no Chuck's.

Funny what hangs on...........

Friday, August 28, 2009

Surely Not the Last Larry Norman Post



Will this be the last post on this blog about Larry Norman?

Surely not.

I have focused a lot of attention about Larry and his role in my life. And, judging from the Internet traffic, there continues to be many who seek information about Larry from all around the world.

I think, in retrospect, it's safe to say that there are few people who have ever effected me so deeply. Especially when you consider that for all intents and purposes, he was only a public figure in my life, not a personal friend.

And yet I spoke with him on a handful of occasions, and he always seemed to know who I was even though it may have been years since we spoke. Maybe that was one of his gifts.............yes, I know it was one of his gifts......to make a person feel special.

I have yet to see the recently released documentary. Part of me is dying with curiosity, the other side of me has no interest in watching the failings of Larry on the big screen.

Randy Stonehill's involvement in the movie creates the most conflict for me.

"Uncle Randy" is a favorite of mine. His concerts never fail to make you laugh, cry, and think. I guess it's not even vaguely fair to pass any kind of judgement on his involvement, having not seen the film. But it gives me pause.

No doubt at some point I'll see the film "Fallen Angel: The Outlaw Larry Norman". I'll let you know what I what I think.

But for now, let me summarize.

I first became aware of Larry Norman, as a jr high kid, the Sunday morning he came walking out on the platform of our church. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Who was this long haired, falsetto voice singing, radical? He was singing about God, Jesus and faith. But he also singing about love and sex and social injustice.

In some strange, but very real ways, everything I thought I knew about living my faith out in the "real world" went flying out the window. I was a changed girl.

For the next thirty plus years, and still today, Larry's music has been a constant in my life. I find myself humming his tunes, or quoting his lyrics on a weekly if not daily basis. His music was the music I measured all other "christian" music by.

Was Larry Norman a flawed man? Of course he was.

Did his flaws diminish his gift?

Should I second guess the way his music effects me because he struggled and failed significantly in his personal life?

Do the strained relationships with other artists, labels, record executives mean his ministry to people (and my youth group kids) is nullified?

If the filmmaker wanted to make sure we weren't deifying Larry, well then he achieved his goal.

My problem with that is that it never occurred to me to deify Larry. Or any other Christian artist, performer and for that matter any evangelist or pastor either.

My personal experience is that high profile musicians AND pastors are more likely to loose their way..........then us Average Joes in the pew.

Whether it was directing my jr. high choir as they sang "I Am a Servant", or singing "I Wish We'd All Been Ready" around the summer camp bonfire, or the amazing night when Marcus sang "If the Bombs Fall" to his girl..........Larry is woven in the fabric of my life.

Nothing can unravel that.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Ignoring the Still Small Voice

We pay the price when we don't listen to the still, small voice.

I've tried for most of my life to always listen. I do. I really listen.

I also have this "thing" about leaving nothing left unsaid. I have gone to amazing lengths on occasion, to make sure that I have left nothing unsaid. Even when it's hard, or scary, or uncomfortable.

But yesterday I found out the cost of not listening, of not pushing through my hesitations.

I phoned a dear friend......... who I haven't spoken to in more years than I want to admit out loud. I have thought of her hundreds? thousands? of times. I have started to call, only to stop and second guess myself.

But all summer I have thought of her, and the way she and her husband were there for me in some of the hardest days of my life. But I didn't call.

Yesterday, I took a deep breath and dialed the number.

She answered, the familiar voice making me shake just a bit.........

But in only a few moments of conversation, the sad news came out.

Her Beloved drifted out of this life..........into the next.........just a few weeks ago. After fifty plus years of marriage.........she and her three children bid him farewell, and begin to figure out life here without him.

I am full of sorrow. For their loss.

I am full of awe. At her grace and dignity in that loss.

I can see her Roger, leaning back in a chair, laughing so hard that the tears run down his face.............a sight I had the privilege of witnessing many times, during all those peaceful, rejuvenating visits to their home.

I'm so thankful to God for the gift of our memories, so we can experience those moments from the past.

Even when we waited too long............to call.

Friday, August 21, 2009

From Charlie and the Chocolate Factory




"Willy Wonka: Do you like my meadow? Try some of my grass! Please have a blade, please do, it's so delectable and so darn good looking!

Charlie Bucket: You can eat the grass?

Willy Wonka: Of course you can! Everything in this room is eatable, even *I'm* eatable! But that is called "cannibalism," my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies."

Thursday, August 20, 2009

The Summer That Wasn't

There's a nip in the air at night.

Already?

Seems we missed the summer this year.

Just yesterday it was Father's Day, the beginning of summer, and now September is fast upon us.

No one meant for this to happen...........but the summer was filled with Family Matters. Illness, hospitals, hospice and finally a cemetery. Even though my Grandmother's death came as no real surprise, it didn't make dealing with the fallout any less difficult. The bulk of the load fell on my Dad, her first born. In spite of differences in recent years, she would not be happy with the burden her death and estate put on him.

Now her house is empty.......a strange site........soon there will be a loan closing and someone new will begin their story in that house........forty plus years later.



And so the "last summer of the decade" (as a friend of mine keeps reminding me) is getting ready to end and I guess that means the "last fall of the decade" is upon us.

Having always been fond of September.........we move forward to pinon wood fires in the chiminea,

the annual pepper peeling...........

a trip to the promised land (AKA Ouray) and this year.......

My 50th birthday...........

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

To Sleep, Perchance To Dream



Need to take a break.

I may not post for a while but I will be back.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

RIP John Hughes



I remember sitting in a movie theater with friends (mostly younger than me) watching "The Breakfast Club" and wondering how John Hughes understood high schoolers so well. His characters in that movie were about 5 years younger than me... but the cliques and stereotypes still rang true, and I would guess probably still do.

I think the most trouble I ever got in as a youth pastor was for showing "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" to my youth group at summer camp.

A few weeks after we got back, I had a meeting with 2 very angry parents. Their kids had encouraged them to rent the movie and they watched it as a family. They insisted I was teaching their kids that it was cool to lie, ditch school, and disrespect authority. Wish I'd had the nerve to tell them to "lighten up".

Though I loved movies based on the angst of the teenage years, my personal favorite was "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles". Steve Martin was amazing in that film.

Now that I come to think of it, "Uncle Buck" (John Candy) walking down the hall in the school to the tune, "Wild Thing" by Tone Loc is a classic too.

Oh, and then there's this.............



A real loss to the film community and 59 is way too young.

Monday, August 03, 2009

Best Lines "The Closer"

We just love "The Closer". It's funny, well written, directed and acted.

I have always been a fan of Kyra Sedgewick.

Deputy Chief Brenda Lee Johnson is her best character ever.



"Thank you, so much".

My favorite other character is Lt. Tao.

The Husband likes Provenza.


Great episode that aired tonight. My favorite line tonight.

Brenda to her niece:

Your choice, Charlie. Museum with Grandma........ or psychotic murder suspect with Aunt Brenda?"

LemonGrass Fiesta

It's here...............



At the local stores, but soon to appear on my dining room table.

Saturday, August 01, 2009

The Stool

Still a little startling when I walk through my living room and see something new.

I took only a few items from my Grandma's house. There wasn't any rhyme or reason to the things that jumped out to me, just small things that I felt drawn to....

For some odd reason there was a little Stool that had been in her house forever, and I felt an attachment to that Stool. It's worn smooth on the top, and clearly well made, as it's as sturdy as ever.

When I looked through old photo albums, I found pictures of myself as a toddler, with The Stool in the shot. Then I had this strange sensory flashback. I could remember sitting on The Stool...........then I remember flipping it over and scooting around on the carpet with it.

Apparently, The Stool is a kid magnet.

The 4 year old next door made a beeline for it when he came over..........and promptly claimed it as his own. He pulls it out and plops it in front of the TV.

Must still be a great Stool.

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