A couple of weeks ago, I met some friends at a concert. We hung out for a few hours caught up on good conversation and went to see Journey. Lots of memories with that band. Several songs became favorites of mine and Sheri's through the years. Smoked mucho weed in HS listening to them.
there was a group of early twenty somethings who were apparently drunk for the first time a few rows down. Loud, rowdy, drinking and smoking weed. Memories of days gone by made me smile as we all got a kick from their foolery. A good time was had by all.
they new all the words to all the old Journey stuff. It kind of freaked me out. It made me realize something. Although my musical tastes differ from the mood I am in, good rock and roll is still my mantra. It amazed me how ten thoudand people could worship in such a way and not know that is what they were doing.
music touches our soul. Helps us deal with pain, gets us through situations and often brightens our day. Spring time Stevie Ray with the windows down sends chills down my spine just thinking about it. I am glad God gave us Rock and Roll. From Motown to Nickel Creek, it moves me. Lightens my day. Relaxes me.
My reality has been clear over the last few months. As I grow older, so do my children. Not good for me. The reality of parenthood is this...Our kids grow and move into their own lives and their own families. There is a point in all this where we (me) are not primary. While that is not bad, it is definitely weird. Letting go of one is more difficult. I have spent a great deal of time through the years letting her know she is safe. Encouraged her to live outloud, but knowing there was always a safety net. Not sure I like this crossroad.
I dig my wife. She is more to me now than ever. It is cool to look back and see we made it through the tough times. Was not easy, but now well worth it. I am not who I am with out her. She is as important to me than breath. We will be funny together as we get older. I can see it now. Walking , or me wandering through wal-mart and her having to herd me down the aisle, or keep telling me which way to go. But...That happens now. I am glad she is my wife.
I have had few dear friends in my life. The guys I hung out with are among those who I call friends. It is a comforting thing to know that there are guys like this in my life. Conversation about the reality of faith, and the freedom to look and make a call with out the fear of being hung out to dry. Thanks bro's. Got one friend I have never met. Conversations over the phone and a soul connection quickened that. Who knows what lies ahead with that.
I am drawing closer to returning to the fold. The opportunity to teach again has me more than ready. It has been too long. It is time to get back into the game. The self imposed exile is over. It was never as bad as I had thought. I was more idealistic that I should have been.
but we all were. I hung out with several other guys who were doing the same stuff I was. We spoke for hours of the ills of the Bride. Funny, now none of us are in the Church now. I call this time my Post Modern menopause.
life seldom turns out like I expect. Bobbing and weaving like a boxer in a title bout has become part of the deal. Take a punch, deal with it. Fall down, get up, or better yet, let your friends help you up.
"from the foundation of the world."
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