Tuesday, July 13, 2010

A Few Book Reviews


What have I been doing? Reading, playing the keyboard, itching to take on a new house project, and preparing to become a FATHER! Yep, the Beam's are expecting a baby in November. Those are just a few things on the horizon, but I do have some catching up to do. Only two more Fanny Friday hymns remain in the Celebration Hymnal, and I don't plan to leave you hanging! They're coming, I promise.

Back to book reviews: First, Wicked, The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West, by Gregory Maguire. This is a great read. It is a parallel novel to The Wizard of Oz, and I love that you go into it with so much of the work already done. Everybody already knows Dorothy's story, but here you get another side that is so real, so immediately engaging, that I was totally enthralled all the way through. As you might expect, it is a bit dark, but you end up seeing exactly how all the witches of Oz came to be who we know from the other, more famous story. It is tantalizing.

I began reading Brother West, about Cornell West, but found his endless, braggadocious banter about his superior education and womanizing so exhausting that I could not finish it.

Then I read The Widow of the South by Robert Hicks. Again, here is a story that continues on something we all know at least a little about, The Civil War. I enjoyed this book. It chronicles the life of Carrie McGavock and her time at the Carnton Plantation in Franklin, Tennessee, a true place that Amanda and I have visited. This is part romance, part blood and guts battle, part history, and all together fascinating.

Dog On It is a mystery/thriller by Spencer Quinn, written from the perspective of a dog named Chet. Chet's commentary is so true to dog behavior that it alone, without the story, could have kept me entertained throughout the whole book. His owner, Bernie, is a private detective, and together they search for a missing girl. It's not going to be on anyone's recommended reading list for college lit, but for a super quick summer read, it is perfect.

The Millionaire Next Door, by Thomas J. Stanley is a book that has been on my shelf for years. Dave Ramsey, the famous financial advisor recommends it for anyone who wants to know how to have more money. The book is full of case studies that disprove many commonly held beliefs about your average millionaire. Most commonly, you learn how thoughtful they are about the money they make, not necessarily the massive amounts of money that they bring in. In getting ready to possibly spend a good amount of money on a house, this was great to help me think about ways to keep from spending too much, and to make the absolute most of the money I do earn.

That's it! You made it through my reviews! I hope you stayed awake, and maybe found something you either wanted to read or to avoid like the oily shores of Panama City Beach.

(Just kidding PC Beach, you know I love your pink high rises, super sized surf shops, and drunken, sunburned, puking teen spring break parties.)


Friday, April 16, 2010

He Hideth My Soul

  1. Happy Fanny Friday! It is a fine one.

Watch me play He Hideth My Soul here.

  1. A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
  2. A wonderful Savior to me;
    He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
    Where rivers of pleasure I see.
    • Refrain:
      He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
      That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
      He hideth my life in the depths of His love,
      And covers me there with His hand,
      And covers me there with His hand.
  3. A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
    He taketh my burden away,
    He holdeth me up and I shall not be moved,
    He giveth me strength as my day.
  4. With numberless blessings each moment He crowns,
    And filled with His fullness divine,
    I sing in my rapture, oh, glory to God!
    For such a Redeemer as mine.
  5. When clothed with His brightness transported I rise
    To meet Him in clouds of the sky,
    His perfect salvation, His wonderful love,
    I’ll shout with the millions on high.

I love the imagery in this song. It is so comforting to me. Definitely one of my favorite Fannys.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Living With Crazy People


How is it that I was dropped into the middle of a situation full of people who won't do what I want them to do, think the way I want them to think? they go right when I was certain they would go left, up when they clearly should have gone down? What's up with that!?

Then, some smart Alec in the Bible has the nerve to tell me that I'm supposed to love my neighbor as myself? Well if said neighbor was the enlightened individual that he or she should be, then that would be a cinch. But things being as they are, this has proven to be an impossible task for me.

But it's all still there! Honor your Father and Mother, they will know we are Christians by our love, turn the other cheek... What!? This all sounds well and good when I'm in my Sunday-go-to-meetin' clothes, I've just heard a great choir special, my hair's slicked back, got on my shiney shoes and my heart is right... But what about when reality slaps the livin' Sunday suit outta me!?

Say it's like... Thursday afternoon, the Sunday has all worn off by now and somebody does something that really pisses me off? Now I've read the whole Bible including the footnotes and have yet to find any exceptions to these commandments.

Even if you can find ten people to say that you are right and they are wrong. Even if you can find fifty! No loopholes.

So, that is where we live. In the real world. We are given an impossible task, and eternal damnation awaits us unless we can find a solution. GREAT.

Finally, here's the good news. Jesus. He already knows that we can't do it, so He did it for us. He bore our sin, took on our weakness, and made a way. What we have to do is admit that we can't save ourselves. Sound's easy, but that is the hardest part. We are SO smart, and we think around every corner we will find a new idea. Surely we can be perfectly independent? We sent people to the moon for goodness sakes! And all we really have to do is love our neighbor as our self? Surely we don't need help for that? Right?

Wrong.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Close to Thee

Here is Fanny Crosby's Close to Thee.  Watch me play and sing it here, watch a far more entertaining version here.



1. Thou my everlasting portion,
more than friend or life to me,
all along my pilgrim journey,
Savior, let me walk with thee.
Refrain:
Close to thee, close to thee,
close to thee, close to thee,
all along my pilgrim journey,
Savior, let me walk with thee.

2. Not for ease or worldly pleasure,
nor for fame my prayer shall be;
gladly will I toil and suffer,
only let me walk with thee.
(Refrain)

3. Lead me through the vale of shadows,
bear me o'er life's fitful sea;
then the gate of life eternal
may I enter, Lord, with thee.
(Refrain)

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Blessed Assurance

  1. Here's Blessed Assurance. It is, maybe, my favorite hymn of all time. Definitely my favorite Fanny Crosby hymn. You will be happy to hear that I finally got my piano tuned! It had gotten to the point where everything was beginning to sound like honky-tonk pi-aner instead of piano. I mean, I love ragtime, dixie-land, 1920's whorehouse music just as much as the next guy, but when you're trying to play an altar call song in that style, it just doesn't jive! You know?


  1. There was a bird poop on the window so I covered it up with the cool Harry Connick Jr. poster we got a few weeks ago at his amazing concert at the Ryman.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Not Fanny Friday

Fanny Friday will be back next week. Here's Dramatic Chipmunk.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Take the World but Give Me Jesus

This is the first Fanny Crosby hymn I have come to in the Celebration Hymnal that I was not familiar with. I like it! How bout that?

Watch it here.

  1. Take the world, but give me Jesus,
    All its joys are but a name;
    But His love abideth ever,
    Through eternal years the same.
    • Refrain:
      Oh, the height and depth of mercy!
      Oh, the length and breadth of love!
      Oh, the fullness of redemption,
      Pledge of endless life above!
  2. Take the world, but give me Jesus,
    Sweetest comfort of my soul;
    With my Savior watching o’er me,
    I can sing though billows roll.
  3. Take the world, but give me Jesus,
    Let me view His constant smile;
    Then throughout my pilgrim journey
    Light will cheer me all the while.
  4. Take the world, but give me Jesus;
    In His cross my trust shall be,
    Till, with clearer, brighter vision,
    Face to face my Lord I see.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Texas, Travel, and the Truth


I love to travel! We have been in Texas for the past few days, first for a horse show in San Antonio, then visiting family in Austin.

The Gray Moss Inn in San Antonio was superb. The fresh mushroom appetizer was amazing, then Wahoo (fish) flown in from Hawaii... oh my. Maybe the most perfect piece of fish ever, with grilled asparagus. We we're in the company of our dear friend, Mark Farrar. I feel so lucky to get to work with people I love.

We also got to spend time with our good buddy, Casey McBride, photographer. This guy travels across the country shooting beautiful photos of horses with his wife, daughter and black lab for a living. I am always inspired by people who have found a way to live their lives in an unconventional way.

To say that I've been staying with folks who are living outside of the box seems inadequate when it comes to Holly and Jeremy Shore, Amanda's cousins. These people make the unattainable look easy. When the layers come back, and you see the foundations of basic Christian principles behind the lives of this photo perfect, yet very real family, it makes me feel so encouraged. The super hip city of Austin doesn't hurt either.

Here's my point. If you want to live outside of the box, get out of your house. Get a little uncomfortable. Open your home to others. Share what you know, and learn from people who know more than you!

I read in the Bible just now about a woman named Lydia who listened to Paul's teaching and opened her home to him. It only said a few things about her, but all of them made me like her. She sold expensive purple cloth, she believed the good news, and she kept on urging Paul and Silas to stay at her house until they did. She wore them down with her kindness, and showed them hospitality in her beautiful home. I think it is safe to say that someone who sold pretty cloth would at least have some nice drapes.

I want to be like that. She shared her home with some strangers; and see what it got her? Her name is remembered for all time in the holiest book of all.

She was not afraid to associate with people who were a little outside of the box. These guys were going around teaching something that was stirring everything up. They were put in jail for it! But Lydia heard the truth, and apparently didn't care what anybody thought. She believed! And I do too.

That's the yellow rose of Texas in the photo.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

I Am Thine Oh Lord

Fanny Friday is here! This really is one of my all time favorite hymns.
I hope you'll be singing this one all week. Watch me play and sing it here.


I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice,
and it told thy love to me;
but I long to rise in the arms of faith
and be closer drawn to thee.
Refrain:
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
to the cross where thou hast died.
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
to thy precious, bleeding side.

Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord,
by the power of grace divine;
let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
and my will be lost in thine.


O the pure delight of a single hour
that before thy throne I spend,
when I kneel in prayer, and with thee, my God,
I commune as friend with friend!


There are depths of love that I cannot know
till I cross the narrow sea;
there are heights of joy that I may not reach
till I rest in peace with thee.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Change is a-Coming



In the next few weeks, in an effort to streamline my blog with my home website, this blog will get a new address: stacybeam.com. From there you can listen to my music, see photos, videos, and continue to read all about what is going on with us. You will also get to download free music, and buy cool stuff from the store!

Just a heads up to all of you who read my blog, because if you are like me, sometimes things get lost in the busy-ness of life!

If you are interested, there are some new posts there that you might want to check out.

I always appreciate your feedback, and I hope you will continue to share my journey.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Pass Me Not

It's time for Fanny Friday again! Watch Pass Me Not here. Hope you have a wonderful weekend!

  1. Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
    Hear my humble cry;
    While on others Thou art calling,
    Do not pass me by.
    • Refrain:
      Savior, Savior,
      Hear my humble cry,
      While on others Thou are calling,
      Do not pass me by.
  2. Let me at thy throne of mercy
    Find a sweet relief;
    Kneeling there in deep contrition,
    Help my unbelief.
  3. Trusting only in Thy merit,
    Would I seek Thy face;
    Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
    Save me by Thy grace.
  4. Thou the spring of all my comfort,
    More than life to me,
    Whom have I on earth beside Thee,
    Whom in Heav’n but Thee.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

How Did You Get Where You Are?


What about the people on the side of the road wearing the big Gorilla, Statue of Liberty or Uncle Sam outfits? There is one guy who has been standing on the same corner wearing a huge "Cash for Gold" sign around his neck near my house for so long that we just nod every time we drive by like old friends. He's there in sunshine, rain, sleet or snow. How in the world do you get to that place in life?

How did I get to this place in life? It is all relative in a way. The cash for gold guy has a stable job in advertising where he gets to work outdoors and meet lots of people. By the same token, I work in the music industry. Granted, I often play to people who wouldn't know if I were playing Yankee Doodle or Bob Dylan; and I almost always can smell horse poo from where I play!

One way or another, we choose paths for ourselves whether we acknowledge it consciously or not. I got to this place as a result of many small and seemingly insignificant decisions. Here is a loose time line of a few of those decisions:

1. 1979: I'm sitting in my Mammaw Beam's den while my aunts, uncles, Dad, Mom, brother, and cousins play and sing "Just a Little Talk With Jesus," "Foggy Mountain Breakdown," and "Salty Dog." In that electric atmosphere of laughter, singing, and joyful rhythm, something so deep resonates in my soul that I think; I will do that or die trying. So, I decide to start learning the instrument that was in our house that made the most sense to me, the piano. (The guitar hurt my fingers too much, and I couldn't make out why the pitches weren't in order.)

2. 1989: I decide that I love horses so much that I choose to go to a horse show to show my horse instead of going to the big Mid-South Marching Band Competition with my High School Band. Band was a BIG deal where I came from, and I wrestled with that decision. For better or worse, it was an indicator of things to come for me. Music and horses... How can I make this work together? Hmmm.

3. 1999: After having moved to New York City (my apartment just happened to be around the corner from the only stable in Manhattan, where the handsome cab carriage horses stayed) and having marginal success playing music in piano bars, cabaret rooms, hotel lobbies, and church, I decided I needed a life at least a little bit more familiar to what I had known growing up. So I decide to move, not all the way home to Alabama, but quite a bit closer; I split the difference and moved to Nashville, TN and started taking gigs at tiny horse shows to pay my bills.

4. 2009: New Year's Day, I have found my place, I have a new wife, home, career, I'm playing all over the U.S. at very prestigious horse shows, making a respectable living, but I still feel the need to grow, change, get better, so I start writing my blog: "Start Somewhere" and here we are. I have a place, a purpose, goals, and I am a part of something way bigger than myself through sharing the light that Jesus Christ shines through my life, music, art, and hopefully what I write here.

Back to cash for gold guy. I mean no disrespect toward him. I simply want to pose the question: how did he get there?

I am going to make a few assumptions.

1: Too few smart, encouraging people noticed him, so he settled for what attention he could get: whoever happened to be passing by.

2: He had to figure out a way to provide for himself, which he did, but the best he could find still left him standing on the street corner trying to get attention.

3: He comes to believe that he is worth no more than a pole for a road sign.

4: He tries to make the best of the busy street corner where he finds himself.

I am wondering what the main differences between his story and mine were, and it comes down to people who cared enough about me to expect me to do great things and repeatedly tell me so. A few people in my life imposed big dreams on me, and I lived up to them. My parents gave me no other choice but to be a person of strong character, from as early as I can remember. I was given room to make choices for myself, and had sound advice from people who loved me everywhere I turned. Where did I meet these people? Family, church, school, horse shows. In that order.

I have written many times about the importance of mentors, and I am not finished. I owe so much to people who have believed in me, and I want to remember to believe in the kids around me, and always encourage them beyond their own circumstances.

The handsome little guy I'm sitting beside in the photo is one of the coolest kids I know. And I can guarantee you that he will not be wearing any Uncle Sam outfit in front of the payday loan store. Why? Because we are paid for what we know, and that little man already knows a lot more than me!

If you are wondering who you could mentor, look about waist high just about anywhere you go. They're everywhere! And they might be your boss one day, or driving you to the doctor, or wiping your... eyeglasses for you.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Jesus is Tenderly Calling

Watch me play Jesus is Tenderly Calling here.
Jesus is tenderly calling you home
Calling today, calling today
Why from the sunshine of love will you roam
Farther and farther away?

Calling today, calling today
Jesus is calling, is tenderly calling today

Jesus is calling the weary to rest
Calling today, calling today
Bring Him your burden and you shall be blest
He will not turn you away

Jesus is waiting, O come to Him now
Waiting today, waiting today
Come with your sins, at His feet lowly bow
Come, and no longer delay

Jesus is pleading, O list to His voice
Hear Him today, hear Him today
They who believe on His Name shall rejoice
Quickly arise and away


I was looking for an image to add to this blog and came across Sister Marla Jennings. Check her website here for a good laugh.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Rescue the Perishing


Happy Fanny Friday everybody! Watch me play and sing Rescue the Perishing on my funky old Hammond Aurora organ here.

  1. Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,
    Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;
    Weep o’er the erring one, lift up the fallen,
    Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.
    • Refrain:
      Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,
      Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.
  2. Though they are slighting Him, still He is waiting,
    Waiting the penitent child to receive;
    Plead with them earnestly, plead with them gently;
    He will forgive if they only believe.
  3. Down in the human heart, crushed by the tempter,
    Feelings lie buried that grace can restore;
    Touched by a loving heart, wakened by kindness,
    Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.
  4. Rescue the perishing, duty demands it;
    Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide;
    Back to the narrow way patiently win them;
    Tell the poor wand’rer a Savior has died.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Crossfit Total Day

I don't know about you, but I was ready for spring about a month ago. That means, about right now.. just don't talk to me about it. I'm doing what I can to accentuate the positive and all that, but dang! Cold, wet, dark, nasty brown snow piled up on the side of the road, dry itchy skin, high gas bills, dead grass, BLAAAAAH!!!

The top pic is me getting in a little handstand practice on a summer trip to Gulf Shores. Thank me later, ladies.

So when something positive happens like what happened today at Crossfit, I am ready to seize the opportunity to celebrate. In Crossfit, we have a periodic "check-up" kind of day when we test our strength in three fundamental exercises. It is called "Crossfit Totals." Today I busted my previous total by seventy pounds.

If you can't tell, I'm the second guy in this photo. These came from Crossfit Murfreesboro's website. It is an awesome community of elite athletes and I am so glad to be a part of it.





Even though it will not mean anything to most of you, I will give the numbers: My strict press was 115, squat was 280, and dead lift was 340. We total those numbers together to calculate our score. My goal was 700, and today I totaled 735! Yeah. Beamer's on FI-YAH!!!

Friday, February 5, 2010

Redeemed


Happy Fanny Friday! Here I am playing Redeemed on my Hammond Aurora organ. Watch by clicking here.

Redeemed--how I love to proclaim it!
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed through His infinite mercy,
His child, and forever, I am.

Redeemed, redeemed,
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed, redeemed,
His child, and forever, I am.

Redeemed and so happy in Jesus,
No language my rapture can tell;
I know that the light of His presence
With me doth continually dwell.

I think of my blessed Redeemer,
I think of Him all the day long;
I sing, for I cannot be silent;
His love is the theme of my song.

I know I shall see in His beauty
The King in whose law I delight;
Who lovingly guardeth my footsteps,
And giveth me songs in the night.

I have a friend who used to call these old 6/8 hymns "skating rink songs." However you feel about it, I challenge anyone to listen to this song and not have it come back several times to remind you of its fantastic message and insanely catchy melody and rhythm. Yea, the version might be slightly influenced by my background as a horse show man, but what's better than a good old Fanny Crosby hymn done "horse show" style? (No answers please)

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

You're a What? From Where?


My name is Stacy Beam, like the whiskey, NOT the pinto. People often mistake me for a female, (that's why I grew a beard,) or just assume I must be gay, which is fine as long as they don't automatically start asking me for color consultations or the best place for a good back wax. I am a Horse Show Organist, and I'm from Arab, Alabama.

So when I meet people, or go to a party, I gotta whole lotta' splainin' to do.

Looks like with all that going on, at least one of those things could be just a little bit more normal. Right?

Like maybe I could be named Bob, or Roy, or Jason! Or have been unusually gifted at football... or finance... or even taxidermy! At least people know what you're talking about when you say "I do taxidermy!"

I think I'm just going to start breaking it down for people before I get all the usual questions like:

You mean like at Rodeos?
NO, it's not a rodeo!
NO, I wouldn't rather play at baseball games!
NO, I didn't mean to say "a"-rub, that's in another country!
YES, you can make a living at that!
and YES, in 1974, Stacy, apparently WAS an extremely popular name for little boys in Arab, Alabama!

And yes, there is medicine for it. And... believe it or not, I'm beginning to be somewhat OK with all of that.

You wonder why I write a blog? I'm DESPERATELY seeking others somewhat like myself!

Whatever. I'm unique. Get used to it.. I've been trying to for my whole, entire life.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Jesus Keep Me Near the Cross

Watch me play and sing Jesus Keep Me Near the Cross here.

Jesus, keep me near the cross,
There a precious fountain
Free to all, a healing stream
Flows from Calvary's mountain.

Refrain:

In the cross, in the cross,
Be my glory ever;
Till my raptured soul shall find
Rest beyond the river.

Near the cross, a trembling soul,
Love and mercy found me;
There the bright and morning star
Sheds its beams around me.

Near the cross! O Lamb of God,
Bring its scenes before me;
Help me walk from day to day,
With its shadows o'er me.

Near the cross I'll watch and wait
Hoping, trusting ever,
Till I reach the golden strand,
Just beyond the river.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Pride and Prejudice Review

It took me a long time to get into this book. I found it hard to follow. Having said that, I am thoroughly happy to have read it and would recommend it to anyone interested in 19th century English aristocracy, complicated family relationships, an entirely new method of speaking English, and romance.

However, if you are at all eager to get to the romance, you will be disappointed, or at least your patience will be tried. I just thought of a more appropriate title for it! "Patience and Perseverance." It takes the whole book for these people to finally get together. But, by the end you really do want them to get together.

They were all extremely concerned with social status, who would marry whom, and never tired of talking and writing long letters to each other on these topics.

I say a new method of speaking English and I guess that would technically be "old." I just wasn't prepared for how different it was. Spelling was often different, as were punctuation and capitalization. For instance, rather than using "ed" to indicate past tense, "t" was substituted only in certain instances like "learnt." Not to mention the extremely stilted tone to everything. I'm sure our informal language would sound like pure trash to them; it sounds like trash to me a lot of the time. I do think we have come a long way in the field of getting to the point over the past two hundred or so years.

There are some timeless themes: love of family, tragic misunderstandings, and, of course, lots of pride and prejudice. There are also some stereotypes that would never fly today; those are always entertaining to me. Namely the nervous, flighty, mentally fragile Mrs. Bennett, mother of Jane, Elizabeth and their sisters.

The photos are from some of the first illustrated versions of the book.

So, in conclusion, I became completely enthralled in the story but it took me three fourths of the way through to get there. More than anything, I appreciated the artful way Austen articulated her ideas.

I am also reading the One Year Bible on the seven year plan. I just got to the gospels and I love it!

The next non-Bible book I'm reading is "Inside of a Dog" about how dogs think by Alexandra Horowitz. That should be a perfect follow up to "great literature" right?

A Little Marital Advice


If you are married and have never experienced having a violent stomach virus at the same time as your mate, you don't really deserve to fully claim your marriage certificate. It is the "Baptism of the Holy Spirit" for your marriage. For if one can remain in love after such travesties of the body which occur during these times, then you have truly experienced the refiner's fire.

This was actually the second time this has occurred for us, so I feel I have acquired some expertise in the field. In the light of these facts, I have compiled a list of suggestions for those of you who haven't been there yet.

1. Do not try to eat or drink anything until you are certain it is safe to do so. For whatever temporary pleasure may be gained in the moment from the crackers and Ginger Ale is sure to be canceled out by their dramatic return.

2. When your beloved is "in the act" you may try consolation, but nothing is to be gained from this. Just let them work it out on their own, for there are only so many toilets/trashcans in one bathroom.

3. If you should find pants, sheets, or any suspicious blankets, or clothing of any kind in a corner, do not let your curiosity tempt you. Just gingerly take them to the laundry room and set the dial to super heavy, triple soap, nuclear disaster if your machine has that setting.

4. Find the best photo of your wife/husband that you can and put it up in the bathroom so that you may remember that he/she is not the hurling, foul, Sasquatch that you actually see before your eyes.

5. You may try lighting candles, opening a window, spritzing your best pomegranate basil room spray, or placing scented "plug in's" in every outlet in the house... None of this is strong enough to come near alleviating the problem. Just get used to it. It might go away in the spring.

6. If you make it through all of this, and no one has issued a restraining order, there have been no serious mental breakdowns resulting in institutionalization, you still have a house, clothes, and each other, rejoice! For:

7. "We rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us. Romans 5:3,4.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Tell Me the Story of Jesus

It's Fanny Friday people. There she is in the photo. I totally forgot she was blind! What a gal.



To watch me play and sing "Tell Me the Story of Jesus" click here.

  1. Tell me the story of Jesus,
    Write on my heart every word;
    Tell me the story most precious,
    Sweetest that ever was heard.
    Tell how the angels in chorus,
    Sang as they welcomed His birth,
    “Glory to God in the highest!
    Peace and good tidings to earth.”
    • Refrain:
      Tell me the story of Jesus,
      Write on my heart every word;
      Tell me the story most precious,
      Sweetest that ever was heard.
  2. Fasting alone in the desert,
    Tell of the days that are past,
    How for our sins He was tempted,
    Yet was triumphant at last.
    Tell of the years of His labor,
    Tell of the sorrow He bore;
    He was despised and afflicted,
    Homeless, rejected and poor.
  3. Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
    Writhing in anguish and pain;
    Tell of the grave where they laid Him,
    Tell how He liveth again.
    Love in that story so tender,
    Clearer than ever I see;
    Stay, let me weep while you whisper,
    “Love paid the ransom for me.”
Watch "Pants on the Ground" here.

Monday, January 18, 2010

The Dream


Watch Dr. Martin Luther King's speech that changed history. Click here.

Share this with our children. We must never forget this great American who affected us all in such a deep and profound way. To say that this is an important speech is completely insufficient. To tell you that this is moving is like calling the Grand Canyon a ditch. This is the kind of eloquent truth that changes people from the inside out.

Dr. Martin Luther King Junior on August 28th, 1963:

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check. A check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our Nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment, this sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, and have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For whites only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friend, and so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will they be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day, this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snow capped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Friday, January 15, 2010

To God Be the Glory

Watch me play To God Be the Glory here.

I'm playing my 1979 Hammond Aurora organ.

To God be the glory, great things He has done;
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son,
Who yielded His life an atonement for sin,
And opened the life gate that all may go in.

Refrain

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the earth hear His voice!
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Let the people rejoice!
O come to the Father, through Jesus the Son,
And give Him the glory, great things He has done.

O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood,
To every believer the promise of God;
The vilest offender who truly believes,
That moment from Jesus a pardon receives.

Great things He has taught us, great things He has done,
And great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son;
But purer, and higher, and greater will be
Our wonder, our transport, when Jesus we see.


Another classic Fanny Crosby hymn. Maybe the perfect hymn of praise. It informs our brains while lifting our souls. That is how it is supposed to be.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

It's Not You, It's Me


Lately I have been reading Pride and Prejudice. Honestly, it is kind of a tough read for me so far. I guess I'm trying to fill in the blanks left over from my days as a high school slacker who could barely be motivated to read by a gun pointed at my head.

Jane Austen's language is like this wonderful flourless chocolate cake that Amanda makes. You have to take little bites. The cake will make you go cross-eyed it's so dense, and insanely decadent. I'm working on my pallet to expand my reading taste for great literature.

I'm pretty good at liking the cake, so surely if I keep reading what generations before me have deemed to be great, then I will start to "get it" at some point. That's what I'm telling myself anyway.

Our pastor introduced this concept with us at church regarding reading the Bible. He used the example of the beginning of Mathew's gospel. If a modern editor had spoken with the author of this book, he surely would have told Mathew that starting out with a a tedious account of lineage was hardly the best way to hook readers into what he had to say.

But it's there, and we have to consider that God wanted it there for a reason. We then must ask why. Maybe our taste for lineage needs to be cultivated. That is a clue!

Lord, please help me not to be so selfish as to consider your word boring. In other words, it's not you, it's me.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Praise Him! Praise Him!

So for the next four months, Fridays on this blog will be "Fanny Friday." I am starting with the first Fanny Crosby hymn in The Celebration Hymnal, my favorite hymnal, and I'll posting a video of myself singing and playing every one of her hymns in the order they appear there.



1. Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!
Sing, O Earth, His wonderful love proclaim!
Hail Him! Hail Him! Highest archangels in glory;
Strength and honor give to His holy Name!
Like a shepherd, Jesus will guard His children,
In His arms He carries them all day long.
* Refrain:
Praise Him! Praise Him! Tell of His excellent greatness;
Praise Him! Praise Him! Ever in joyful song!
2. Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!
For our sins He suffered, and bled, and died.
He our Rock, our hope of eternal salvation,
Hail Him! Hail Him! Jesus the Crucified.
Sound His praises! Jesus who bore our sorrows,
Love unbounded, wonderful, deep and strong.
3. Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!
Heav’nly portals loud with hosannas ring!
Jesus, Savior, reigneth forever and ever;
Crown Him! Crown Him! Prophet, and Priest, and King!
Christ is coming! over the world victorious,
Pow’r and glory unto the Lord belong.

I have so many memories of singing this song at Gilliam Springs Baptist Church in Arab, Alabama where I grew up. Not to mention leading it at other churches where I have worked, visited, and worshiped. It is one of those songs that I would still be singing in my head long after the sermon was over, every head bowed, every eye closed, except mine, the car ride home, the roast with mashed potatoes, carrots and onions, fried okra, cornbread, tea, and coconut pie, all the way into school the next week.

Her songs are not only lyrically beautiful, uplifting, and just amazing, they have that staying power. So memorable, so singable, just pure Fanny, pure praise, pure joy. That is what this song is to me. No, it may not be the way we talk today, but maybe that is our problem, not Fanny's.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Really, Really Cold

The tree is sitting in a big pile by the sidewalk with all of the dead greenery that had been hanging over our fireplace. The lights are all packed up, and the work is done. The house is a little darker, quite a bit less colorful, and outside it is really, really cold. Now we hunker down and begin the wait for warmer weather.

Here is a list of the things we CAN do now:
Have friends over, laugh
Nap
Eat stews, soups, root vegetables and winter greens, and the grass fed, organic beef in our freezer
Have some tasty beverages
Play lots of card games, tournaments even!
Work out at the gym
Do a puzzle
Paint, draw, write
Make funny YouTubes, watch funny YouTubes
Go to the movies
Watch movies in bed
Send cards/letters to friends
Play with Ginny and her friend, Lucy
Read, pray, sing, play the piano/organ
Blog
Ski (if we can come up with the money)


How do you deal with the winter "what do we do nows?" What are your ideas?