Thursday, January 29, 2009
Who is the real American Idol? "Why don't you step back from that lens, my friend? And take a look, at all the lies, that you've been living in..... And I will understand...." Bold and beautifully, his voice rang with sincerity and clarity. The white dotted bandana tied around his dark bushy hair said it all. "Why don't you go home, find a job and start a band? You belong in a band," Simon said. The boy could not accept the truth. LOVE AND ACCEPTANCE Even after he was "rejected" by the judges of American Idol, it was obvious that his family loved and accepted him. When his mother and others tried to offer hugs, he pawed them away. "Love and acceptance" is a rare gift these days. Sometimes you have to start with yourself. I shut the TV off and went quietly to bed and slept in peace, to awake to quietly falling snow. Sometimes you get lucky and someone comes along. Someone who makes you realize: "Yes, I am worthy." Worthy of good times that can't be measured in dollars and "sense".... Worthy enough that someone would care enough to give generously; generously of time and talents, and yes, sometimes even when it costs -- Money, Honey!!!! "Why don't you step back from that lens, my friend? And take a look, at all the lies, that you've been living in?" P.S. "Did ya get the memo?? Well, did ya??"
Psalm 142 "A Prayer When He Was in the Cave" I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication. I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble. When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherin I walked have they privily laid a snare for me. I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul. I cried unto thee, Oh Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living. Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I. Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall COMPASS me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me. P.S. "Did ya get the memo??"