CHRIST IN WINTER:
Reflections on Faith and Life for the Years of Winter…
I had to stop everything.
“Like a Bridge Over Troubled Waters” just came on the radio. There are some
songs that just have to be listened to.
Some things should not be
interrupted, like writing Christ In
Winter, or I’ll forget what I was going to say. But there are certain songs
that will not allow me to continue what I’m doing.
Haven’t you ever sat in
the driveway, waiting for a song to end, before you got out of the car and went
into your house? Some folks claim they have even pulled over onto the side of
the road because they couldn’t even drive as they heard a particular song. [1]
I have to be very careful
what I’m doing as I listen. I’m old. If I get interrupted by a song that
requires listening, I’ll never remember what I was doing. Later I’ll say, “I
wonder why Helen put this WD40 in the refrigerator.”
Songs tell stories, even
the “songs” that don’t have words. [2]
Occasionally, as part of
my morning meditations, or as I walk, which is also usually a time of
meditation, I think about each stage of my life—childhood, school, parenting,
working. I think about each place I’ve lived. For each of those stages and
places, I figure out which song is my theme song. Try it. I think you’ll enjoy
it.
For my campus ministry
days in the 1960s, my theme song is “We Shall Overcome.” For my pastoring days,
my theme is “I Love to Tell the Story.” In old age, my theme is “Where, or
Where Did My Little…” What’s the rest of that song, anyway?
JRMcF
I tweet as yooper1721.
1] That’s different from
pulling over because you just saw those “Three Billboards Outside Ebbing,
Missouri.”
2] The slogan of Black
Opal Books, the publisher of my novel, VETS,
about four homeless and handicapped Iraqistan veterans, is: “Because some
stories just have to be told.” I like that.
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