Monday, June 19, 2017

I'd pay $40 to hear that song live. Oh wait, I did.

Thank you, Leah Rose.

After a few weeks back in Leavenworth, my s-i-l asked us to attend her oldest son's dedication.  (Now that I think about it, at the time that was her only son.  They now have three.)  And, by asked, I mean stated something to the effect of "you'll be there, right?  Right."
We were late to the new church.  Ivy said to the kids, "sit down, shut up, behave, and we'll never have to see them again."  She was quite nervous about a new church, seeing my side of the family, and the situation in general.
As we walked in for the first time, on November 3, 2013, the second verse of "This Is Amazing Grace" was being sung.  And Ivy thought, "not even You can turn this chaos into order."

It took time.  It took hard work.  It took humility.  It took listening to people wiser than us.  It took persistence.  And, above all, it took a lot of grace from God.

We had our pastor sing this song at our wedding-vow renewal-15th anniversary-thing.  My wife was in tears.  But that's kind of normal for her.  ;)

Two months ago, on the day before my 16th wedding anniversary, Phil Wickham, Chris Tomlin, and a few other folks were at a concert at Kansas City.  Once I figured out that Phil was going to be in KC the day before my anniversary...it was a no-brainer that we would go.
And as we drove to Sprint Center, my wife and I were wondering whether Phil would play "our song."  Yeah, it's one of my top three.  (Along with MM#26 Bounce and MM#51 Second Chance).
If you follow me on FB/Instagram, you might remember how it went...
"Came to #WorshipNightInAmerica to hear one song... And they opened with it!! This is Amazing Grace by Phil Wickham!"



Who breaks the power of sin and darkness
Whose love is mighty and so much stronger
The King of Glory, the King above all kings

Who shakes the whole earth with holy thunder
And leaves us breathless in awe and wonder
The King of Glory, the King above all kings

This is amazing grace
This is unfailing love
That You would take my place
That You would bear my cross
You lay down Your life
That I would be set free
Oh, Jesus, I sing for
All that You've done for me

Who brings our chaos back into order
Who makes the orphan a son and daughter
The King of Glory, the King of Glory

Who rules the nations with truth and justice
Shines like the sun in all of its brilliance
The King of Glory, the King above all kings

This is amazing grace
This is unfailing love
That You would take my place
That You would bear my cross
You lay down Your life
That I would be set free
Oh, Jesus, I sing for
All that You've done for me

Worthy is the Lamb who was slain
Worthy is the King who conquered the grave
Worthy is the Lamb who was slain
Worthy is the King who conquered the grave
Worthy is the Lamb who was slain
Worthy is the King who conquered the grave
Worthy is the Lamb who was slain
Worthy, worthy, worthy

This is amazing grace
This is unfailing love
That You would take my place
That You would bear my cross
You lay down Your life
That I would be set free
Oh, Jesus, I sing for
All that You've done for me
All that You've done for me

Monday, June 12, 2017

Guess who just got back today

In fall 2013, and with a lot of help from my Dad, we moved back to Leavenworth.  It was a needed move, and it was changed my life.
I was born in Leavenworth, I spent most of my childhood and teenage years in Leavenworth, and I worked for 9 years in Leavenworth even after I lived up in Troy & Severance.  So, like I've said before, Leavenworth is kind of my town.
Shortly after we moved, my mother mentioned this song, and so, here's "The Boys Are Back In Town."

Guess who just got back today
Them wild-eyed boys that had been away
Haven't changed that much to say
But man, I still think them cats are crazy

They were askin' if you were around
How you was, where you could be found
Told 'em you were livin' downtown
Drivin' all the old men crazy

The boys are back in town
(The boys are back in town)

The boys are back in town
(The boys are back in town again)

You know that chick that used to dance a lot
Every night she'd be on the floor, shakin' what she got
When I say she was cool she was red hot
I mean, she was steamin'

And that time over at Johnny's place,
Well, this chick got up and she slapped Johnny's face
Man, we just fell about the place
If that chick don't want to know, forget her

The boys are back in town
(The boys are back in town)

The boys are back in town
(The boys are back in town)

The boys are back in town
(The boys are back in town)
The boys are back in town
(The boys are back in town again)

Spread the word around
Guess who's back in town

Just spread the word around

Friday night they'll be dressed to kill
Down at Dino's Bar 'n' Grill
The drink will flow and the blood will spill
And if the boys want to fight, you better let 'em

That jukebox in the corner blastin' out my favorite song
The nights are getting warmer, it won't be long
Won't be long till the summer comes
Now that the boys are here again

The boys are back in town
(The boys are back in town)

The boys are back in town
(The boys are back in town)

The boys are back in town
(The boys are back in town)
Spread the word around
The boys are back in town
(The boys are back in town again)

The boys are back in town again
Been hangin' down at Dino's
The boys are back in town again

Saturday, June 10, 2017

In Zuck We Don't Trust

I've always had trouble trusting the world of people who read social profiles and blogs.  It's not the people I know that go on my blog that I worry about (although I feel a need to keep my blog self-controlled so that if certain people read it, they wouldn't be freaked out or offended that I was throwing them under the bus.)
It's the concept of a random person, whether a future employer, or some other random person.  Or if I was ever interested in running for office again (not on the 2017 ballot), I don't want today's wild ravings to endanger my future prospects.
There are a few things I do not blog about.  (I miss Xanga's option of protected posting.  Big time.)  Under certain circumstances, I may talk about them with someone I see face-to-face.  (Heck, I'm more likely to discuss life with in-person acquaintances vs FB or this blog).  And one of my unblogged facets of my life is all over everyone else's Facebook and Instagram.

But silence is golden.
And duct tape is silver.

Monday, June 5, 2017

Darkest Hour

Even before we moved out of Severance in 2013, my oldest daughter loved this song.  I hated it.

And ...

It was the darkest hour of my Great Tribulation.  And my closest friends know what happened. And my family knows what happened.  And I'm not ready to blog about it.

Yeah.  Without any other comment, I'm posting the lyrics.  See you next Monday.



Little boy, six years old
A little too used to bein' alone
Another new mom and dad, another school
Another house that'll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

"This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong
Windows in rooms that I'm passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary home."

Young mom on her own
She needs a little help got nowhere to go
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out
'Cause a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we'll find a place here in this world

"This is our temporary home
It's not where we belong
Windows in rooms that we're passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home."

Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don't cry for me
I'll see you all someday
He looks up and says "I can see God's face"

"This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong
Windows in rooms that I'm passin' through
This was just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home."

This is our temporary home

Monday, October 31, 2016

First City of Kansas

MM#83, "My Town", Montgomery Gentry 1/9/12

This was the last Monday Melody I posted on my Xanga.  And, when I posted it, I was referring to the town I'd lived in for 7½ years, Severance Kansas.
But really, although the country references more fit a town of 100 in a county of 8,000 ... the emotion fits the city I currently live in - Leavenworth, KS.  By my math, it's a large plurality - 17 of my 36 years have been in Leavenworth, with smaller pieces in Severance, Lansing, Troy, St. Joseph, and New Jersey.
Leavenworth is my home.  Where I was born, where I was raised.  Where I keep all my yesterdays.
... Where I came back to settle down, It's where they'll put me in the ground: This is my town.

There's a "For Sale" sign on a big old rusty tractor.
You can't miss it, it's the first thing that you see.
Just up the road, a pale-blue water tower,
With "I Love Jenny" painted in bright green.
Hey, that's my Uncle Bill, there by the courthouse.
He'll be lowerin' the flag when the sun goes down.
And this is my town.

(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Hey!
Where I was born, where I was raised.
Where I keep all my yesterdays.
Where I ran off 'cos I got mad,
An' it came to blows with my old man.
Where I came back to settle down,
It's where they'll put me in the ground:
This is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
My town.

There ain't much goin' on here since they closed the mill.
But that whistle still blows ev'ry day at noon.
A bunch of us still go down to the diner.
I wonder if that interstate's still comin' through.
Come Sunday morning service, at the Church of Christ,
Well there ain't an empty seat to be found.
And this is my town.

(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Where I was born, where I was raised.
Where I keep all my yesterdays.
Where I ran off 'cos I got mad,
An' it came to blows with my old man.
Where I came back to settle down,
It's where they'll put me in the ground:
This is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
My town.

Well, I bought and painted up that rusty tractor.
You can't miss it, it's sittin' right there in our yard.
The County came and took that water tower,
And that's Jenny, with a baby, in the car.
Ah, we're off to Sunday service at the Church of Christ,
And if we want a seat, we better leave right now.
And maybe later, me an old T-roy will show you around,
Our town.

(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, where I was born, where I was raised.
Where I keep all my yesterdays.
Where I ran off 'cos I got mad,
An' it came to blows with my old man.
Where I came back to settle down,
It's where they'll put me in the ground:
This is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)

Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
This is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
My town.

Monday, October 24, 2016

Concert with the Covington twins

MM#59, "A Father's Love (the only way he knew how)", Bucky Covington 3/7/11

Once upon a time, I won tickets to a Bucky Covington concert.  And I ended up doing a couple Monday Melodies off his songs (the other one was A Different World, MM#58)
I can't pinpoint the last time I saw my father alive.  Maybe Christmas 2011 or 2012.  He'd moved to the KC area, and that was four counties away.  And I had my own problems.
He's been gone three years.  I miss him.  I wish I could've thanked him for what he did for me.

For the longest time, I guess I thought 
He didn't give a damn 
Hard to read, hard to please 
Yeah, that was my old man 
On the day I left for college 
It was nothing new 
We never had that heart-to-heart 
He had too much to do 
[Chorus:] 
He checked the air in my tires 
The belts and all the spark plug wires 
Said "When the hell's the last time 
"You had this oil changed" 
And as I pulled out the drive 
He said "Be sure and call your mom sometime" 
And I didn't hear it then 
But I hear it now 
He was saying "I love you" 
(He was saying "I love you") 
The only way he knew how 

120,000 miles 
Six years down the road 
A brand new life and a brand new wife 
We'd just bought our first home 
When he finally came to visit 
I thought he'd be so proud 
He never said he liked the place 
He just got his tool belt out 
And put new locks on the doors 
Went back and forth to the hardware store 
Said "Come and hold this flashlight" 
As he crawled beneath the sink 
And "These old wires ain't up to code" 
And "That circuit box is gonna overload" 
And I didn't hear it then 
But I hear it now 
He was saying "I love you" 
The only way he knew how 

Last Sunday, we all gathered 
For his 65th birthday 
And I knew he'd stiffen up 
But I hugged him anyway 
When it was finally time to say goodbye 
I knew what was next 
Just like he always does 
Right before we left 
[Repeat Chorus] 

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Pick a controversy, any controversy

I wrote this before I went block-happy on Facebook, so it's not quite as applicable as previously.

Perusing my social media feeds, I often see people retweeting or reposting comments or memes about recent events. And sometimes I see other pictures, tweets or memes which basically say, 'if you threw a fit about situation A, but didn't throw a fit about situation B, you're screwed up in the head."

Which is why sometimes I want to create a filtering App for News and social media. So I can ignore anything about the Kardashians, or whichever presidential candidate I've decided I'm never ever ever ever ever voting for, etcetera. Or maybe find a way to ignore the flood of comments about the latest sports idiot doing something mildly idiotic. Just wait a week, there will be a new idiot.

And often I question the relevance and importance of the news.  Which events really matter? Do acts of violence hundreds or thousands of miles away affect me? Do the minor awareness efforts of minor celebrities matter? Do I need anymore information about the candidates to make an over informed decision on my ballot? (which I'm voting early, this month)

Or do I have to endure it because my neighbors care, and I need to be informed when it comes up at the water cooler?