A Boy from Tupelo

I admit that I am an Elvis fan. I’ve been one ever since I was old enough to appreciate music (or even know what it was). I’ve probably heard just about everything he ever recorded, including the outtakes.

Recently, I’ve been listening to A Boy from Tupelo, a compilation of everything he recorded from 1953-1955 while he was at Sun Studios in Memphis, Tennessee.

Even now as I listen to these songs, I’m aware that Elvis was creating a form of music that hadn’t been heard before. It was the birth of rock ‘n’ roll.

The songs sound better than ever and I’m more fully able to appreciate the genius of this era of Elvis Presley. I’m convinced that if Elvis stopped after Sun Studios, he’d still be a legend for what he did in those 2 short years. It’s hard to believe he was only 20 when he left for RCA in 1955.

I’m a fan of all the eras of Elvis music, but for me, the Sun Records era is still the best.

Here’s the link if you want to check out history being made:



That Little Box

Today, I found out that something I did at work didn’t quite work the way I planned because I left one tiny little box unchecked. Just one tiny little box that kept what I was doing from working right.

Fortunately, it was easily fixed, but it got my strange little mind going.

I wonder if that same principle works in reverse.

How many great big things happen as a result of a lot of little things done by a lot of people over a long period of time?

Maybe that little act of service or kindness that you do on a daily basis doesn’t seem like a lot to you.

Maybe that menial task you do every day doesn’t seem to be worth it.

Maybe God has something grand in store for you and He’s waiting to see if you can be responsible with the little stuff.

“If you’re faithful in small-scale matters, you’ll be faithful with far bigger responsibilities. If you’re crooked in small responsibilities, you’ll be no different in bigger things” (Luke 16:10, The Voice).

Maybe if you serve in the little and menial tasks with the same zeal as if you’re doing great and mighty things, perhaps one day you’ll be entrusted by God with great and mighty things. Or maybe those seemingly insignificant little things will have great and mighty results.


Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

As I randomly perused through the wonderful little Facebook memories section known as On This Day, I discovered that I started my current job three years ago today.

Technically, I was a temp until I officially started in December of that same year, but it’s close enough for me.

I’ve slept a few times since August 12, 2015, but I believe that originally the job was a two-week assignment. I had interviewed earlier that year for a full-time position, but hadn’t been hired.

For me, even that was a blessing. I had been downsized from Affinion Group in May 2012 and had spent three long years searching, hoping, praying, and working on a number of temp assignments. A couple of them looked promising and even held the potential to become permanent, but it never quite worked out until this one.

I’d like to say that I had a strategy and worked out my plan, but really what I did was this: I trusted in God and I waited. I didn’t define myself by the career I didn’t have but went about the rest of my life and still lived it.

I learned that my true identity doesn’t come from my job title (or lack of it). It comes from being my Abba’s beloved. That identity won’t ever change. No downturn in the economy or major shakeup in the work force can alter the fact that I am a child of God.

I hope and pray that you love your job, but I also hope and pray that you have a balance, that you have a strong and vibrant life outside of your career. I hope that your identity isn’t in your title or salary or promotions or awards but in who God says you are. At the end of your life, that’s what will really and truly matter.


Ford Broncos and Flashbacks

I don’t know if this happens to anyone else, but I saw a car that brought back some memories of my late Uncle Bob.

I saw this Ford Bronco while sitting at a red light and instantly I thought of Bob, who drove something very similar. In fact, every time I see any Ford Bronco of any color, I automatically think of him.

He was a great uncle. Sure, he was flawed and he had his demons, but I was blessed to have him in my life. I can trace my love for music of all kinds to him and to my other Uncle Monty.

I sometimes wish I could let them know that I miss both of them. I wish I could let them know who I’ve become. I don’t think I appreciated either of them nearly enough while they were alive, and now I have that regret after they’re both gone.

I suppose I could try to be a better uncle myself. Maybe my nephews and niece will one day remember me with the same fondness that I remember my own uncles. Hopefully.

I also was listening to some vintage Grateful Dead in the car today. I’m sure Uncle Bob would have loved that. Thanks, Bob and Monty, for a great legacy to pass on.





Further Exploits in the Who-niverse

The quest to watch all the episodes of classic Doctor Who continues. I’m currently in the midst of the 4th doctor aka Tom Baker and all his many and varied companions.

The latest companion is Romana I, played by the lovely Mary Tamm, and the current quest is to find all six components to the key of time before all sorts of unimaginable chaos and destruction ensues.

I’m still thankful for the good people at Britbox for making this quest possible. It’s been quite an adventure. The only downside is that so many of the earlier episodes remain lost due to carelessness and shortsightedness on the part of the BBC at the time.

My favorite companion at this point is Sarah Jane Smith, portrated by the late Elisabeth Sladen. I’m not quite sure who my favorite doctor is. I guess it depends on where I am in the series.

Stay tuned for more updates to come later. And yes, I am wearing my Doctor Who t-shirt as I write these words.


Putting Tomorrow Completely into God’s Hand

“Do not worry! Earthly goods deceive the human heart into believing that they give it security and freedom from worry. But in truth, they are what cause anxiety. The heart which clings to goods receives with them the choking burden of worry. Worry collects treasures, and treasures produce more worries. We desire to secure our lives with earthly goods; we want our worrying to make us worry-free, but the truth is the opposite. The chains which bind us to earthly goods, the clutches which hold the goods tight, are themselves worries.

Abuse of earthly goods consists of using them as a security for the next day. Worry is always directed toward tomorrow. But the goods are intended only for today in the strictest sense. It is our securing things for tomorrow which makes us so insecure today. It is enough that each day should have its own troubles. Only those who put tomorrow completely into God’s hand and receive fully today what they need for their lives are really secure. Receiving daily liberates me from tomorrow” (Dietrich Bonhoeffer).

What was that Jesus said? Something about God giving us this day our daily bread? He didn’t say to ask God for a week’s worth just to be on the safe side. He didn’t say to stockpile your bread so that you will have plenty for your golden years.

He said to ask for today what you need for today. That part of the Lord’s prayer shows that you are trusting that the same God who gives you bread today will also provide tomorrow and the next day and the next.

I remember I read somewhere that worry is simply imagining your future without God in it, as if it were all up to you to solve all those hypothetical dilemmas that may or may not arise. The antidote for worry is worship, acknowledging that everything you have, all that you are, and all you need comes from God.

When you have Jesus and nothing else, you have everything you need. When you have everything else but not Jesus, you have nothing.



Not the Only One

When you share your story, whether spoken or written or sung or acted out, there will always be at least one other who will say, “That’s my story, too!”

Part of the healing that comes through sharing your story is that you find out that the old whisper about you being the only one to ever feel that way or act that way gets shown up to be the lie that it always was. There will be people who can relate, who have been there and done that.

So tell your story. Share the testimony God has given you. People can argue with you all day long over theology and doctrine, but no one can ever dispute what God has done in your own life. No one can argue with a transformed life.