After the Song
The Evening Muse stage
"Homo sum: humani nil a me alienum puto-"
I am a man, and nothing human is alien to me.
Terence, Playwright, c.190-158 BC
"But we have this treasure in earthenware vessels to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us."
Paul of Tarsus, Tent maker, 1st Century AD
I am a creature of habit- my day begins early with a jog/walk around the lake, cups of coffee, reading and, most importantly, silence. And then, time shifts into chronos cruise and the silence is ended. Routine can be good. Routine can also form ruts. I praise God for surrounding me with people who are helping me understand the condition called human. They help my "social jet lag", defined by Wired magazine as "chronic exhaustion due to persistent conflict between your scheduling software and your body clock." They help keep me from becoming a curmudgeonly teacher by reminding me that to live is to sing, to laugh, and to cry- so, in this bit of rambling I reflect on and share insights from a few of the fellow travelers that enrich the journey.
Sam, my youngest son, amazes and impresses me. Funny, clever (when Sam was a child we disciplined him by giving his bottom a smack with a wooden spoon until, one day, all the spoons were gone. When asked about this, he replied, "I threw them away!") and talented, Sam keeps me apprised of new music. Thursday night, I went with Sam and Emma to listen to a couple of Sam's favorite musicians- Jeremy Current and Flagship. The venue was The Evening Muse in the NODA district of Charlotte, NC. The evening reminded me that my heart yearns for live music, which leads to my friend Hugh Gill.
Live at The Evening Muse
Hugh Gill is working on a collection of original worship music- songs for soaking. Sunday afternoon I was privileged to record a vocal track on one of the songs- reminding me there is goodness in singing, and, as my friend Karen Kolzow reminded me, in singing there is life. Karen told me that while reflecting on Matthew 10:29, 'Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father.', the heart of the Father said to her, "With every bird that falls there is one less song in the world." Shift the focus from death to life!
Hugh playing a new song
Hugh and me
In this life there is sorrow. Job said, "Man who is born of a woman, is short-lived and full of turmoil." The poetry of Tedd Galloway is a ministry to my soul- his words remind me of the frailty of my humanity. As Melissa Helser said, "I cry because I am alive." There is a time to cry. There is also a time to be silent. "Of You, silence is praise." Psalm 65:2 Hebrew Bible.
J.D. Mosiman is in the throes of making prophetic art- paintings that speak with a praise of silence. He stands on the threshold of a series that will impact many lives- one more reminder that we were made to make.
So, thank you Sam and Hugh and Karen and Tedd and J.D.
You are much loved and much needed.
Fans of the morning, generally annoyed by my jog
Afroduck and friends