This is an interesting place to live. Jacob is rocking out in the den, thanks to a Jars of Clay DVD. He can’t just watch a concert. He sings. He shouts. He stands. He claps or raises his hands. It’s an interactive, aerobic adventure. And then there’s George. My fashionisto. I chuckled when he walked […]
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The praise band meets before church each Sunday to run through the music, so I leave our house about 45 minutes before George and Jacob do. When they arrive, Jacob comes into the sanctuary and listens until time for Sunday school. I sit with my back to the congregation, but I can see the whole
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George is a scientist, but he doesn’t think like one. Or, I should say, he doesn’t think like most people expect a scientist to think. He loves biology for its beauty. He sees the art in life. He sees the hand of the Artist behind it. George is a scientist, but he’s also a poet.
I laugh when people do stupid things. This is not mean, because, quite often I am the person doing the stupid thing. Today’s episode: My autographed copy of Over the Rhine’s “Drunkard’s Prayer” arrived in the mail today. When I left to pick up my Monday afternoon discipleship-group girls, I popped it in the car’s
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When I got in my car Wednesday night to drive home from Tyler, I tried to plug Over the Rhine’s “Good Dog Bad Dog” into my CD player. The machinery would whir a bit then spit the CD back out. Between attempts I’d hear snatches of beautiful classical music, but I mostly ignored it. I
I’d been warned that the piano tuner was a crusty old guy. But he’s good at what he does, so I was willing to put up with his salt. Besides, I’m always eager to meet an interesting character. When I called him last week and described my upright grand, I could picture him rolling his
We celebrated Thanksgiving in Dallas with twenty-two relatives. Good food. Good conversation. Good laughs. It was all good. After dinner my sister gathered everyone together and played a CD of her son’s band performing a song he wrote about Jacob–a song that snagged the attention of a record label rep when he heard it and
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I’ve decided that playing Hymne by Vangelis on the piano is a lot like having a conversation with God. From the opening measure, the song falls into a comfortable rhythm — a familiar cadence that feels like home. The single-note melody line is simple and quiet at first, but it soon builds in intensity. Chords
A gentle rain fell like a misty curtain, unruffled by wind, unhurried and unhindered, folds and folds of liquid fabric soothing the wounds of a thirsty earth. We drove the roads toward home — Jacob and I — and song met mood met comment. Song: “Flood water rain crash down, soak the ground, still I
George bought me a Los Lonely Boys CD. He said the love songs remind him of me. Especially More Than Love and Nobody Else, which I’m listening to right now. And it is making me smile, smile, smile. I hope I make George half as happy as he makes me.
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