Do they own a mirror??
Awhile back, after listening again to the lyrics of a contemporary song, I asked Pam what Daisy Dukes are. She informed me they're really short shorts gals wear, named after the female lead in the old Dukes of Hazard TV show.
Now that temps here are consistently in the triple digits I see lots of younger gals wearing them. Thankfully they have yet to show up on Sun City residents. But age is not the sole requirement for looking good in Daisy Dukes. Oh my.
Turned the corner?
I've felt much better today. The headache is all but gone and my normal energy level has returned. My hip looks grosser every day; it's now pretty much black and still too tender for me to sleep on my left side. But I gave thought to going back to the gym this afternoon. Decided to give it one more day.
Heavy sigh
I saw a motorcycle today that reminded me of my 1980 Yamaha XS1100 Special. I miss that bike. Big, strong, honest. Of the three I owned it was the best, though I didn't realize that until I'd replaced it with the BMW.
Will Burger King be OK?
I've sometimes asked people who they'd choose to have lunch with if they could pick any living person. For years my answer has been Condoleezza Rice, and I'm not saying I'd turn that opportunity down. But after watching Maria Sharapova win this morning's French Open semi-final, and her interview afterward, I might have to give Condoleezza Rice a rain check. Maria is very, very good at her job (ranked #1 after today's win) and is clearly quite intelligent, articulate, and analytical re. athletics, tennis in particular. Plus, she has a great story. From her tearful reaction on center court at Wimbledon after losing that final as a teenager, to her major shoulder surgery that some people thought would end her career, to her very determined rise back to the top of her sport, she'd make for very interesting conversation. The French is the only major she hasn't won and I'm hoping that changes this weekend.
Feel Good Music
While I was out and about running a couple of errands this afternoon the classical station played the Overture to "Pirates of Penzance" by Sullivan. You can't listen to that and not smile, at least on the inside.
Isn't the power of music fascinating? Opera ("Pirates"), disco, spirituals, blues....
These are a few of my favorite things
We're going through the Book of Romans in the current sermon series. About three months ago we were in chapter 10 and I talked about one of the key words in the middle of that chapter, the Greek word homologeo. Often it's translated "confession" in that passage but in the NT it usually means something more like our word "profession," a public proclamation. In a church context it's sometimes called a testimony, someone's personal story of their decision to embrace the essential truth of Christianity - that Christ's work on the cross is the basis of their life now and in eternity.
To illustrate the word I asked two people to write up their homologeo and read it that Sunday. Two minutes or less, their story. I asked them to send it to me ahead of time so we could work out any bugs, but the only "bug" was that John's was initially about 15 seconds long. If you knew John you'd understand. Since then I've asked three more Pathway people to write and read theirs, one every couple of weeks, and the third of those will read hers this Sunday. We'll continue this, giving everyone who's willing the same opportunity.
I have a real advantage in that I get two opportunities to "hear" these homologeos, first as I read what they send me and then as I hear them read it at church. I told someone this may be one of the best ideas I've ever had. Everybody benefits. A declaration of their life's core value, in some cases for the first time in a public setting, strengthens the individual. Our connection as a congregation is strengthened as we hear each other's personal account of what binds us together. And we learn how uniquely God works with each of us. For Jeff it was a more intellectual journey, for Karli it came through a set of most unusual "circumstances" and Sheila's... well, you'll just have to come Sunday to hear her story.
I'm lousy at taking pictures. Some people have albums filled with photos of people, places and things that have been or are important in their life. I've taken very few over the years and can't find most of those. But after reading and then hearing these stories I have a beautiful mental picture of God's grace at work in these lives, and I find myself pulling it out in my mind every time I see them at church. I now know their core story.
I wish I could do a better job of explaining how much I love hearing these homologeos. An old gospel song starts, "I love to tell the story."
I love to hear their story.
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