To My Readers:
One thing you should know about my boss Stuart, is that his daughter is the most joyful baby I have ever seen. She is always smiling and super funny. Savannah is precious and if you asked anyone at two42 at CBC, they would agree she is always cheerful. Recently, CBC had their volunteer banquet where the staff serves the volunteers, which truly have done so much for the church over the last year. CBC brought in Christian comedian, John Acuff, to speak to our volunteers and while he was speaking we had the occasional baby scream and parent walking out. At one point, I did what every person fights not to do. As I heard the baby scream, I turned and looked to see what baby was making such a ruckus. As I did this I noticed that Stuart was walking out of the sanctuary, Savannah in hand.
Today I was talking with Stuart and asked about Savannah, having heard she hadn’t been feeling well lately. He laughed and responded, “No. What actually happened was that she was playing with car keys and I took them away. She got angry. Its amazing that at ten months they already have an attitude.”
I laughed it over, but it continued to lull over in my mind. I couldn’t get this realization out of my head. The keys belonged to Stuart. They were his keys. He just allowed for her to play with them for a time and that time was up. Savannah only knowing, she had keys to play with and now she doesn’t because of Dad, got upset. I’m sure she thought something along the lines of, “Hey! What do you think you’re doing? I was playing with those. Those are my keys!” Ultimately, the keys belong to her father. He could choose what to do with them, as he wanted. Then it hit me. I am just like Savannah.
How many times has God given me something for a time and I instantly thought of it as mine? How many times when the time God decided to take that, did I get upset and throw a temper tantrum? Don’t we all do this with things on a daily basis? We can read in the Scriptures God saying, “…for all the world is mine and everything in it.” (Psalm 50:12, NLT). It all belongs to Him, ultimately the decision what to do with it is His. Yet, when He gives us something we thank Him. However, when He takes it away, we get angry.
In the scriptures there is a man named Job. This guy had it all, a large home, great wealth, huge family. However, when the world comes tumbling down and he loses everything from his children to his health, Job’s first reaction isn’t anger. It’s praise. Job stood up and tore his robe in grief. Then he shaved his head and fell to the ground to worship. He said, “I came naked from my mother’s womb, and I will be naked when I leave.
The Lord gave me what I had,
and the Lord has taken it away.
Praise the name of the Lord!” In all of this, Job did not sin by blaming God.” (Job 1:20-22, NLT). When was the last time we fell in worship while mourning? Being authentic enough to not hide our shame and distress. There was no hiding the shaved head and torn clothes. People knew Job was mourning and yet, Job still praised God.
What have we been holding onto too tightly? What do we need to let go of? How can we remind ourselves ultimately everything belongs to God?
Simply,
Tex G.M. Rule
"If I was hungry or thirsty I would not tell you, for all the world is mine and everything in it." Psalm 50:12, NLT
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
All that Jazz
To My Reader,
The other day I was driving home from work when I saw a sign for the San Antonio Symphony Orchestra. It brought back a flood of memories of performances, tours, and the many late long practices. Any musician will tell you that practice isn't a part of music, it is the way of music. A few years back, I arrived at Colorado Christian University as a Music Major. It was a wonderful time of my life. I learned so much while I was there. My absolute favorite part of CCU's music program was Mainstream, their Jazz Band. When I came in I remember knowing that in music existed Major and Minor scales. This is important because in Jazz music there is a ton of solo sections and during them, a musician improvs a solo over what the band continues to play. These sections usually had their chords structures labeled out so by chords so the musician can know what to play during these solos. In order to know what notes fit well here, you must know your scales and which ones fit during this time. However, As i would find out, sometimes playing these scales I knew didn't sound right as I played them. They didn't fit well. Because of that when it came time for me to solo, I was usually rushed, flustered, and in a constant state of distressed worried that someone would figure out I really had no idea what I was doing. After a gig I would desperately wait for someone to tell me I had played well or that it sounded good. I later found out that the two different set of scales I had known, were not all there was. There was many many scales to learn. More so, they had confusing names and required a great amount of diligence to master by memory. For a while after finding this information, I just continued in what I had been doing, struggling to get through my solo, knowing that wasn't the best it could be. I remember watching our guitarist, David Vanderham solo. He could play so well and seemed to know perfectly what notes to play when. When David played, everyone knew David knew what he was doing. I wanted to be able to play like he did. I knew that I could have actually played like David if I had figured out these scales and practiced them diligently.
I have found that this is really similar in my relationship with Jesus. I have learned so much about the different spiritual disciples and yet sometimes I don't practice them. Being in the Word and prayer daily sometimes eluding my priorities. Spending time talking and listening to what God has to tell me isn't always my focus. Though, if I want to be more than I am. To truly be a follower of Christ full heartedly, completely I must practice these things daily. I must practice and read the scriptures because when the times comes to do that 'improve solo' I will play like David did, beautifully and with understanding, rather than like myself, who desperately grabbed at any note that I could play. Everyday we face times where life requires us to improve, and yet we are not practicing. Living "the way" isn't the easiest thing to do. It requires discipline which many of us do not enjoy doing. Music is truly made when a musician knows what they are playing. In this life, we can shine when those times come by enduring the days where it seems as though nothing is happening, where we have 'better' things to do, when we want to give up. There is always hope. Lets hope for the day when we all make music when the time comes.
simply,
tex g.m. rule
The other day I was driving home from work when I saw a sign for the San Antonio Symphony Orchestra. It brought back a flood of memories of performances, tours, and the many late long practices. Any musician will tell you that practice isn't a part of music, it is the way of music. A few years back, I arrived at Colorado Christian University as a Music Major. It was a wonderful time of my life. I learned so much while I was there. My absolute favorite part of CCU's music program was Mainstream, their Jazz Band. When I came in I remember knowing that in music existed Major and Minor scales. This is important because in Jazz music there is a ton of solo sections and during them, a musician improvs a solo over what the band continues to play. These sections usually had their chords structures labeled out so by chords so the musician can know what to play during these solos. In order to know what notes fit well here, you must know your scales and which ones fit during this time. However, As i would find out, sometimes playing these scales I knew didn't sound right as I played them. They didn't fit well. Because of that when it came time for me to solo, I was usually rushed, flustered, and in a constant state of distressed worried that someone would figure out I really had no idea what I was doing. After a gig I would desperately wait for someone to tell me I had played well or that it sounded good. I later found out that the two different set of scales I had known, were not all there was. There was many many scales to learn. More so, they had confusing names and required a great amount of diligence to master by memory. For a while after finding this information, I just continued in what I had been doing, struggling to get through my solo, knowing that wasn't the best it could be. I remember watching our guitarist, David Vanderham solo. He could play so well and seemed to know perfectly what notes to play when. When David played, everyone knew David knew what he was doing. I wanted to be able to play like he did. I knew that I could have actually played like David if I had figured out these scales and practiced them diligently.
I have found that this is really similar in my relationship with Jesus. I have learned so much about the different spiritual disciples and yet sometimes I don't practice them. Being in the Word and prayer daily sometimes eluding my priorities. Spending time talking and listening to what God has to tell me isn't always my focus. Though, if I want to be more than I am. To truly be a follower of Christ full heartedly, completely I must practice these things daily. I must practice and read the scriptures because when the times comes to do that 'improve solo' I will play like David did, beautifully and with understanding, rather than like myself, who desperately grabbed at any note that I could play. Everyday we face times where life requires us to improve, and yet we are not practicing. Living "the way" isn't the easiest thing to do. It requires discipline which many of us do not enjoy doing. Music is truly made when a musician knows what they are playing. In this life, we can shine when those times come by enduring the days where it seems as though nothing is happening, where we have 'better' things to do, when we want to give up. There is always hope. Lets hope for the day when we all make music when the time comes.
simply,
tex g.m. rule
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