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One Day at a Time

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After having recent conversations with people about the trials in their lives and how they are trying to cope, I remembered the following lyrics to a great song, “One Day at a Time”. This song got me through some pretty trying times in the first part of this twenty-first century and it seems right to share it here.

One Day at a Time

I’m only human, I’m just a woman (man)

Help me believe in what I could be and all that I am

Show me the stairway I have to climb

Lord for my sake, teach me to take one day at a time.

One day at a time sweet Jesus, that’s all I’m asking of you

Just give me the strength to do every day what I have to do

Yesterday’s gone sweet Jesus and tomorrow may never be mine

Lord, help me today, show me the way one day at a time.

Do you remember when you walked among men

Well Jesus you know if you’re looking below, it’s worse now than then

Pushing and shoving, violence and crime

Lord for my sake, teach me to take one day at a time.

One day at a time sweet Jesus, that’s all I’m asking of you

Just give me the strength to do every day what I have to do

Yesterday’s gone sweet Jesus and tomorrow may never be mine

Lord, help me today, show me the way one day at a time.

The song was written by Marijohn Wilkin in collaboration with Kris Kristofferson.

http://www1.cbn.com/devotions/end-my-rope-one-day-time

God is Watching Us

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helix NebulaHere is a photo of the Helix Nebula, defined as a cloud of dust and gases in the universe. It is also known to some as “The Eye of God”.

This photo reminds me of the Bette Midler hit of the nineties “From A Distance”, which won a Grammy Award for best song of the year. Click below to hear “God is watching us from a distance”

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I’m wondering if Bette knew anything at all about the Helix Nebula when she recorded her famous hit, or if it’s just another of God’s wonderful ways of making himself known on our planet. The simple complexity of it all is a wonder in itself. TYG.

 

 

From Another Realm

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Shortly after the death of her husband, a friend turned on her radio and heard “Smile though your heart is aching, smile even though it’s breaking…”

Smile is song from 1936 when Charlie Chaplin composed the music for his movie, Modern Times, though John Turner and Geoffrey Parsons added the lyrics and title in 1954. It is now 2015 and this song is still being heard by those who need to hear it.

I’m including a piece from the Poetry section of my blog site to show how another song manifested itself shortly after my mother’s death. The poem tells the story.

ANN

“Who’s Sorry Now”
was her favorite song.
“You’ll be sorry when I’m dead and gone,”
she would bellow at her two girls for whatever reason.
Her life spanned fifty-nine years
of hard work and harder partying…
and then she died of a cerebral hemorrhage.
We were two sisters
detailing the aftermath of her death.
Sorting clothes, memorabilia, and personal papers,
we turned on the Telefunken stereo
to break the deadly silence of this once lively house.
WHO’S SORRY NOW
blared from the old set.
We physically jumped!
She was dead and gone, and she had been right:
we were sorry.
Ann was our mother,
and she was bellowing at us one more time…
from another realm.

 

 

Lord of the Dance

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It is said that one thing leads to another and I have found this to be true recently. A couple of days ago I mentioned liturgical dance in a blog about dancing in church, and a viewer sent me a link about universal dancing, which in turn caused me to think of the song “Lord Of The Dance”. It is worth checking this out on You Tube just to hear the music to it.
Lord Of The Dance
I danced in the morning when the world was young
I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun
I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he
I danced for the scribes and the Pharisees
They wouldn’t dance, they wouldn’t follow me
I danced for the fishermen James and John
They came with me so the dance went on
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he
I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame
The holy people said it was a shame
They ripped, they stripped, they hung me high
Left me there on the cross to die
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he
I danced on a Friday when the world turned black
It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back
They buried my body, they thought I was gone
But I am the dance, and the dance goes on
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that will never, never die
I’ll live in you if you’ll live in me
I am the Lord of the dance, said he
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he
Sydney Carter
One thing does lead to another and before you know it, you could be dancing to this tune stuck in your head.

My Heart Will Go On

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“My Heart Will Go On” is the song from the movie, Titanic, that won James Horner an Oscar. And now he is gone…killed in a plane crash on June 22nd, at age sixty-one. But his heart will go on in all the music this brilliant composer has left behind.

On the weekend we were saddened by the deaths of two more of our church members. But I have no doubt that their hearts will go on in the memories of the loved ones they have left behind…hearts that knew and shared love…hearts that measured countless beats over a lifetime.

I remember being at a funeral years ago for a young woman who died too early in life from a brain tumor. She had requested that a song be dedicated to her family at the end of the service. The words were from the song “You’ve Got a Friend” and were heard softly in the hushed room. “Just call out my name, and you know where ever I am I’ll come running to see you again…”

You can be sure that that young woman’s heart will go on forever in the hearts of her family and friends.

So, if you are grieving, whether from a past or recent loss, I hope you can hear your loved one’s words…”my heart will go on”…and take heart.

 

 

WHEN (Take Two)

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When the meadowlark sings in the meadow,

when the woodpecker pecks at its tree,

when the red breasted robin lays her blue eggs,

when the mockingbird mocks with glee.

When the Baltimore oriole leaves Baltimore,

when the Canada geese fly back home,

when the beautiful cardinal dressed all in red

when the warbler warbles its song.

When the finch with its feathers of yellow,

when the jay in its shades of blue,

when the martin of purple splendor,

when the bunting of indigo hue.

When the birds fill the air with their joy sounds,

when their colors and plumage take flight,

God’s creatures share freely their bird life,

when we take the time to delight.

©2015

(This is the result of not wanting to leave yesterday’s poem in its unfinished state.)

In Love with Love

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Of all the four letter words bandied about in everyday life, my favorite is…love…L O V E…love.

I love to say it, I love to hear it, I love to feel it, I love to express it.

Love is the most mentioned word in the Bible.

Love makes up most of the world’s songs.

Love means the same in any language.

Love is like wisdom; there is nothing better to be gained.

I will always be in love with love; it really is a many splendored thing.

Don’t you just love it?

 

The Happiness Factor

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Cast your bread upon the water and after many days you will find it again. (Ecclesiastes 11:1) Well, I cast my bread in the way of an appreciative blog to a fellow blogger and behold it came back twenty-fold within hours!

I couldn’t help myself. This person’s posts made me happy, and I just wanted them to know that. What do you think happened? Antryump reblogged my blog and before I knew it I had twenty-two “likes”, where four to six are the norm, and twelve has been the utmost.

Light bulb moment! Making someone else happy doubled my happiness factor. What a great thing to know–and practice!

To me, this is another life lesson, one which I am overjoyed to learn.

While happiness is many things to many people, and has been for me as well, this is the ultimate boomerang experience–simple in its simplicity. Bring happiness to others, even unwittingly, and feel the reciprocating effect manifest in your life.

As the 1971 song by Canadian rock band, Crowbar, says so aptly, “Oh, what a feeling, what a rush!”

Try it, you’ll like it!

 

Rags to Riches

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Tony Bennet’s 1953 hit, “Rags to Riches” has been resounding in my mind all morning, and made me realize that it is not only a pauper to prince, magical, monetary makeover, but a spiritual one as well; not a romantic romance about to make poor old Tony feel like a king.

No, when I thought about the implications of rags to riches, it reminded me of those of us who suffer from spiritual poverty; of not knowing the meaning of real love. I mean REAL love. The kind of love that 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 talks about, “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.”

Ah, but it sometimes does. Sometimes our love is not always patient or kind. Sometimes our love does envy and is even rude. Sometimes it is self-seeking and easily angered. And it definitely sometimes keeps records of wrongs. Yes, sometimes love fails.

And that is the poverty part.  We are never so poor as when we withdraw our love from our spiritual bank account and leave it with a next to zero balance. Oh, sure, there’s enough left to cover the love necessities, but the surplus can definitely be withdrawn. So we think. But life doesn’t work that way. If we want to keep our spiritual self healthy, which is necessary to keep the rest of life in balance, then we must replace the love that has been withdrawn. It may be difficult to do. It may take looking within to replace that withdrawal. It may take a radical act of courage to put back what was taken out. But if we want our lives to reflect “Rags to Riches” and not vice versa, then why don’t we go ahead and make a healthy re-deposit of love?

Why don’t we all sing that “Rags to Riches song?

“I know I’d go from rags to riches, if you would only say you care…”

(Apologies to all the “youngsters” out there…I’m reaching way back!)