Seals & Croft:
David Wilcox with Chuck Brodsky’s classic about a commuter’s road rage:
Where are the great pop tunes of today? I’m not hearing them! Spiral Starecase:
Retired pastor Kirk Minor remembers a time when working with his church was centered around people, and not rhetoric – and he’s wondering where those days went.
“We’re finding more and more that there are a lot of people out there doing a lot of talking and protesting and bellyaching, but fewer people actually walking the walk,” said Minor, author of Journey Across The Tiber: My Many Rooms. “We have extremists protesting funerals of gay soldiers, pundits decrying the use of abbreviations for the word Christmas and activists campaigning for prayer in public schools. These are all very divisive issues, and have little to do with the good works the Bible wants the faithful to perform.”
Minor bemoans that the Bible has become a book with which to bludgeon people.
“Too many people are using religion as a sword to fight those with whom they disagree, instead of as a plowshare to help their fellow neighbors tend the land and form a community,” said Minor, who retired as a United Methodist Church pastor after 23 years.
The key to reversing the trend, according to Minor, is to use actions more than words, and for people of faith to quietly go about the good works and charity that is at the essence of the Bible’s teachings.
But see, Baptists know Methodists aren’t real Christians, so why should they listen to him? That’s how it works!
Women and children. But hey, the war machine moves on!
This is really fascinating. I’ve noticed the same thing!
As the result of a long string of improbabilities, I was in a motel a thousand miles from home, performing this song for someone I’d spent the previous year trying to forget. I played it and later, when everyone else had gone to bed, a song I’d written about us. He criticized the music; I asked him what he thought of the lyrics.
“I don’t pay any attention to words, I just listen to the music,” he replied. I knew he was lying.
“You know, I’m a writer. I don’t have room in my life anymore for people who don’t pay attention to the words,” I said. I put the guitar in the case, snapped the hinges shut and stood up to leave. I had an early flight home and I still had to pack.
Dixie Chicks doing that same Patty Griffin song: