You Better Know Who Has An A Game

It is on again.  Classes begin.  It is a joy to begin class, a chore in many ways thereafter but, throughout, it is a task of connecting humans to God, and there is a great meaning.  Even in the most secular classroom overseen by the most suspicious there is no denying that Art is a Devine enterprise.  Art and beauty go hand and hand with that which we cannot prove but we all know; life on earth is the most grand experience conceivable on earth.  That is the goal and often the result of Art/beauty; clarifying that reality.  If you believe you will make and have an overwhelming desire to teach others of the “great pearl” you have found; God connecting Himself to you. 

 

The Party's Over?

The party’s over.  I awake in a hotel and am relieved.  I will readily admit I do better on a mountain top than under the big top.  But boy howdy was it a shindig, over the top, an event not to miss.  Even God got involved as a slight shower turned into warm sunshine just as the groom kissed his new bride and then a black storm came pouring over the top of the mountains like a massive waterfall and it poured just as everyone had gotten under the tent.  And the party began!!! a Motown band played favorite soul tunes from the ’60s and ’70s, everyone was shaking everything they had or could get to shake and the wine and food came non-stop.  Joyous exuberance would be an understatement.  When the Scots get to partying they get to partying.  I’ll give them this, they got stamina, I have never seen so many people dancing the light fandango since my high school prom.  My lover and I finally threw in our linen napkin and called it a night.  We collapsed in my old Ford, took a breather, adjusted our gown and tux, and laughed at how old we have grown.  We drove off into the night, across the bridge, over the dam and stopped one last time to look back at the tent and could hear the needle still in the soulful grooving playlist of our youth and knew—the party is never really over.  God is good.  God is great.  Let us thank Him. 

The party is never over in God's good world.

A Grand Soiree

It is good for an old country Baptist to attend a grand party every now and then especially if it is a wedding much like the one at Canaan.  My lover and I are at just such an event.  Deep in the southern Appalachians, at a grand Scottish Country Club surrounded by beautiful golf courses, stately mansions, and mountainous glory that continually remind you that God’s wealth is unmatchable.  Last night was the rehearsal dinner, silver, china, fine glass; mighty timbers, wood floors, old art, and the most beautiful people.  The wine flowed freely, the conversation lively, toasts in abundance as the bride and groom’s character was upheld and applauded by all with the tinging touch of fine glass filled with the best reds and whites.  And Christ was there, invited at the start and several times throughout the evening His presence was acknowledged by His rightful title, Lord, Christ, Savior, Jesus.  By the end, many were flushed with wine and joy and my heart was filled with sincerity for the beauty of humanity's ability to celebrate…and all along I escorted the most beautifully elegant lady in the room, my lover.  Round two this evening, the wedding. 

P.S.  For you good Baptists who are wondering--I drank water.