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Old Writing: Jazz Across the St. Marys

Amanda and I are getting the nursery ready for baby Jackson. While cleaning up, I found a few folders of my old “writing.” It’s not all good, but it has a way of bringing me back in time. I’ll share a few with you.

Jazz Across the St. Marys

Winter 2003

So this is it. The entire reason that I’m here–home. Though I’m not too sure that’s the name of this place anymore. This is a beautiful place. The river runs not too far ahead. A choppy grey light reflects off of the top while a staccato rhythm plays its way across the bank. The city is on this side, the island on the other, both like a jazz artist grooving smoothly in G–I’m at the picnic table, writing, striking the minor sixth. The gulls flock over head offering a melody, diving in and out of they rhythm–syncopated swoops for sustenance. All around the cool breeze blows–over the river, carrying the music through my hair, around my ears and upward to the blue, cloud-dressed sky without even giving me a chance to tap my feet to the beat–I hum the parts I can remember. I wonder if the notes bounce off of the bottom of the slate grey clouds as would a ball off of a mountain; or if they pop like Wonder Bubbles do when they hit the trees outside of my house; or does God gently cup them in his hands to see his sweet reflection.

I think sometimes, that one day, the music will stop, dry up–stop flowing–leaving me yearning for the harmony and melody that brighten the blues inside. I will sit on the bank of the river feeling only the faintest thud of the drums, the water rippling only slightly around my ankles–still, only a faint glimmer of the rhythm making me yearn for more, leaving me empty. I am still. Wondering what can fulfill me. moments pass. Moments more. Then, I recall the refrain, sweet and rhythmic and I can hear it off in the distance. Then and there I realize that the song never ended–the song never ends, but it can’t stay in one place for every. Neither can I.

The clouds begin to turn a light brown as the sun retreats behind them. A street lamp beside me is flickering, I guess the city’s got a sensor in it now–always making progress. Night is falling and the wind is picking up a bit, probably from off the ocean. The water churns, ab it more tumultuously now, and the groove gets heavier. The waves beat the marsh grass and the wind whistles through the reeds like a smooth saxophone coloring the composition.

So this is it. This is the reason I came to this place–home. It’s starting to get late. Time to make some final notes, gather my papers and be on my way. One more look. One more listen. This place sounds beautiful, doesn’t it? I walk away. Humming.


Redemption & Johnny Cash

Over the next few weeks, I’m going to do a small “mini-series” on redemption according to Johnny Cash songs.  My friend Eric is going to help me write a few posts.  Do want to have a crack at it?  Comment, let me know!

A Call pt. 2

When I was young, my family drove to New York from here in good ole south Georgia.  We were given very specific instructions about when we were allowed to stop and use the restroom.  Mom and Dad were very focused on their goal and many of the things we needed along the way (restroom breaks) slowed us from reaching our destination.

I wonder sometimes if it’s like that when God places a call on your life.  With the millions of possibilities there are to serve Him, do we have to let some go for the sake of staying focused on His calling?  Do we have to watch people suffer as we move to where God has created us to be eternally effective?  This is an interesting experience.

Welcome to the Doldrums

Welcome to the doldrums. The funk descends. God seems further away. Prayer is like a dropped call. If we hear God’s voice at all its like through a tin can phone. This is the place where everything you do excludes God and eventually, you may become angry and refuse God. The decision that must be made is simple: Do I have enought faith to seek God’s face even though I don’t think I’m being blessed? -or- Do I let selfishness take over and give up because we don’t have enough faith to rest on God’s promises? Sounds harsh, I know. However, God has a track record of keeping his promises:

” Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”
Deuteronomy 31:5-7

“The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.”
Deuteronomy 31:7-9

“No one will be able to stand up against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you.”
Joshua 1:4-6

“May the LORD our God be with us as he was with our fathers; may he never leave us nor forsake us.”
1 Kings 8:56-58

“Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.”
Hebrews 13:4-6

Oh, what comforting promises! The funk will descend, but persevere! This is a race we are running! Don’t drop out yet! Remember the joy that came with your salvation! Remember the joy that God promises you, “…to have life, and … have it more abundantly.” (John 10:10)

Friday Night Live!

You hung out on the curb at the movie theatre on Tuesday, you walked around the waterfront on Wednesday, and you played hide and seek in Wal-Mart yesterday…is there any thing else to do in this town on a Friday night? Yes!!! Come out to the garage from 5:00pm-10:00pm! We’ve got pool. We’ve got basketball. We’ve got movies. We’ve got DDR and video games. We’ve got karaoke. We’ve got prizes. We’ve got pizza!

Friday Night Live is an awesome event designed to give you a non-threatening place to bring your friends that aren’t Christians and need a church home. Bring your friends, bring your neighbors, and bring that dude you see hanging out at Wal-Mart!

Congratulations Rev. Mosley!

From our church secretary:

Rev. Randy & Sharon Mosley have a new grandson! Caleb Matthew Warren was welcomed into the world this morning by their daughter Heather, son-in-law, Blaine, and his two brothers. He weighed 7 lbs. and 10 oz; both mom and baby are doing well.