Hi. I know... it's been a while. My sister complains that when I don't blog, she gets bored on her lunch breaks with nothing to read.
Back at school... yay. Finishing up the second week of classes now... time flies and all that.
I realized that today is the anniversary of the Roe vs. Wade decision. It happened in 1973, as I recall. I wish I had something eloquent or heart-wrenching to say, but I'm just not good enough with words. Or maybe that sort of thing just goes beyond words.
From Ann Coulter:
"The first killing of an abortion doctor by an anti-abortion activist happened in 1993. Since then, six more people have been killed in attacks on abortion clinics... Most of the abortionists were shot or, depending upon your point of view, had a procedure performed on them with a rifle. This brings the total to: seven abortion providers to 30 million fetuses dead, which is also a pretty good estimate of how the political battle is going.
"The nation embarked on its abortion holocaust in 1973, when the Supreme Court astonished the nation by suddenly discovering that the Constitution mandated a right to abortion, despite there being nothing anyplace in the Constitution vaguely hinting at abortion.
"Everyone knew the decision in Roe v. Wade was a joke. The decision hinged on the convenient notion of "privacy," which, oddly enough, still fails to protect my right to manufacture methamphetamine, saw off shotgun barrels or euthanize the elderly, privately or otherwise."
Well.
Some leftover thoughts of mine from Christmas break:
(I always hope that my thoughts might be like wine, and get better the longer I let them mull about in my mind. But I think they end up being more like leftover food... getting worse and worse the longer they sit around. Oh well.)
Our church’s Christmas Eve service was well done. It’s a different sort of service than the reverent awe you might feel at a liturgical service, but I like it in its own way for the purpose it fulfills. It was so celebratory. A Christmas celebration. And I admired the cohesiveness of it all. The way the music, drama, and message combined for a cohesive whole that had an impact. This year’s service was about peace. It meant a lot to me, being there for rehearsals and playing for the two services on the 23rd (before I got sick). The dancers, the musicians, the pastors, the drama... Yay for Twin Cities Church.
I just love Christmas.
Because I love Jesus!
By the way... here's why the Muppet Christmas Carol is a great movie:
Life is full of sweet surprises, every day's a gift
The sun comes up and I can feel it lift my spirit
It fills me up with laughter, it fills me up with song
I look into the eyes of Love and know that I belong
Bless us all, who gather here
The loving family I hold dear
No place on Earth, compares with home
And every path will bring me back from where I roam
Bless us all, that as we live
We always comfort and forgive
We have so much that we can share
With those in need we see around us everywhere
Let us always love each other
Lead us to the Light
Let us hear the voice of Reason
Singing in the night
Let us run from anger
And catch when we fall
Teach us in our dreams and please, yes, please
Bless us one and all
Bless us all with playful years
With noisy games and joyful tears
We reach for You, and we stand tall
And in our prayers and dreams we ask You, bless us all
We reach for You, and we stand tall
And in our prayers and dreams we ask You, bless us all
Wow. What can you add to that sort of prayer? I really like it.
I'll blog again tomorrow, I think... with more of an update on my life than this post contains.
Today and yesterday have been pretty rough. I've decided that being a musician just isn't easy. Here's hoping that tomorrow will be better.
Au revoir for now.
