Greetings long lost friends in Blogville!! Life has been so busy for the last few weeks, I had to live in the real world. I've missed sharing the earth-shattering events in my life, like the time I tried to scratch my back against our door frame and missed. Impossible, you say? I thought so too until I did it.
Anyhow, I'm back and ready to launch into a new year full of blogable (should that have 2 g's?) adventures. I just finished our December newsletter tonight and will be sending it out tomorrow. Talk about squeaking in at the last minute! You can read all the latest at www.PhilandPamMorgan.com/news.
TTFN!
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
God's Top Ten
I'm listening to a great podcast sermon series on the ten commandments. It is called "The Sinai Code" by Andy Stanley at North Point Ministries. In all my years in church, I can't remember a single sermon on God's Top Ten List. Strange?? Anyhow, Andy is doing a great job on this one. Here's my paraphrase what we have learned so far.
1. Put God first in your life.
2. Don't shrink Him down to make Him manageable.
3. Don't do what you what and justify it with God's name.
Three down, seven to go! Check it out on iTunes by searching Andy Stanley or North Point ministries. You can also go to www.northpoint.org/podcasts. Good Stuff!!
1. Put God first in your life.
2. Don't shrink Him down to make Him manageable.
3. Don't do what you what and justify it with God's name.
Three down, seven to go! Check it out on iTunes by searching Andy Stanley or North Point ministries. You can also go to www.northpoint.org/podcasts. Good Stuff!!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Mondays with Morgan
I had a co-songwriting session yesterday that was very productive. After all my years of solo writing, writing with another person is still a new thing for me. But even among my few co-writing experiences, yesterday was different.
I was writing with a young lady from our church who is very new to the whole songwriting game. She met with Pam and I a few weeks ago to get our advice and opinions on some of her material. One song idea caught my attention and I suggested we try to finish it together. I felt this song would speak perfectly to teenage girls going through the difficult transition to adulthood, and also to women in general. From the beginning, I knew this was a song I wouldn't sing about a subject that is fairly foreign to me, and that made the writing challenge more interesting.
What I found was even though I was by far the more experienced writer, I had to pull back and not put too much of me into the song. Instead of merely creating, my job was to mold and shape what was being created to make it the best it could be. What we came up with was truly the best of both worlds. The song went to a place I would not have thought to go, and I believe it is better than my co-writer would have come up with on her own. We're getting together next monday to finish up the second verse and polish everything.
Maybe I'm like the old guy in the book "Tuesdays with Morrie." I always knew the younger person learns more about their own life by watching the older man's example. Now I see the old dude can feel younger again by listening to what the young person has to say. Kind of a youth transfusion. I like that.
I was writing with a young lady from our church who is very new to the whole songwriting game. She met with Pam and I a few weeks ago to get our advice and opinions on some of her material. One song idea caught my attention and I suggested we try to finish it together. I felt this song would speak perfectly to teenage girls going through the difficult transition to adulthood, and also to women in general. From the beginning, I knew this was a song I wouldn't sing about a subject that is fairly foreign to me, and that made the writing challenge more interesting.
What I found was even though I was by far the more experienced writer, I had to pull back and not put too much of me into the song. Instead of merely creating, my job was to mold and shape what was being created to make it the best it could be. What we came up with was truly the best of both worlds. The song went to a place I would not have thought to go, and I believe it is better than my co-writer would have come up with on her own. We're getting together next monday to finish up the second verse and polish everything.
Maybe I'm like the old guy in the book "Tuesdays with Morrie." I always knew the younger person learns more about their own life by watching the older man's example. Now I see the old dude can feel younger again by listening to what the young person has to say. Kind of a youth transfusion. I like that.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Born This Day...
Today is the birthday of CS Lewis (author of the Chronicles of Narnia), Louisa May Alcott (author of Little Women), and Madeleine L'Engle (author of A Wrinkle In Time). Wow! If November had only 28 days like February, the world of children's literature would have a gaping hole.
This made me think. In the future, will I have accomplished anything to add my name to the "Born This Day" list? This is not a major concern to me, but it would be nice to think my efforts here made some impact that will live beyond me. I better get cracking! There are only 82 days until I turn 40.
Carpe Diem. (That's supposed to mean Seize The Day, but everybody knows that carpe is a kind of fish. Or is that crappie? Actually, I prefer flounder.)
This made me think. In the future, will I have accomplished anything to add my name to the "Born This Day" list? This is not a major concern to me, but it would be nice to think my efforts here made some impact that will live beyond me. I better get cracking! There are only 82 days until I turn 40.
Carpe Diem. (That's supposed to mean Seize The Day, but everybody knows that carpe is a kind of fish. Or is that crappie? Actually, I prefer flounder.)
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
A Kinder, Gentler Me
WARNING: The following is intended to be humorous, not sarcastic, bitter, vindictive, or the rantings of a frustrated author. If you are offended by anything that follows, well, that kind of proves my point.
I just got a rejection e-mail. I had a devotion up to be included in a new "Chicken Soup" type book by a major publisher. They loved my story but thought some readers might be offended by my "toilet" theme. My feelings weren't hurt and I think they made the right call. The thought of a Christian having to deal with a clogged toilet is about as bad as the Pope pooping (although I'm pretty sure he does or he would have gained a lot of weight by now.) My goal has never been to degrade God. My God is HUGE and I've tried to show how He is involved in all of my life, not just my Sunday mornings from ten to twelve. I'm no great theologian, but if I can make you laugh and think about God in your life, I'm satisfied.
With all this said, I do understand the need to reach a larger audience, so I've decided to change my style. From here on I'll be Phil for the masses. Here's my first attempt...
As the gentle spring breeze blows through the poppies in bloom, so the Holy Spirit brings refreshment to my parched soul.
On second thought... NOT! I'm just me, and that's who I'll be. (Hey, that rhymes!!)
Gotta run. If you need me, I'll be in the bathroom with my Bible word search book.
I just got a rejection e-mail. I had a devotion up to be included in a new "Chicken Soup" type book by a major publisher. They loved my story but thought some readers might be offended by my "toilet" theme. My feelings weren't hurt and I think they made the right call. The thought of a Christian having to deal with a clogged toilet is about as bad as the Pope pooping (although I'm pretty sure he does or he would have gained a lot of weight by now.) My goal has never been to degrade God. My God is HUGE and I've tried to show how He is involved in all of my life, not just my Sunday mornings from ten to twelve. I'm no great theologian, but if I can make you laugh and think about God in your life, I'm satisfied.
With all this said, I do understand the need to reach a larger audience, so I've decided to change my style. From here on I'll be Phil for the masses. Here's my first attempt...
As the gentle spring breeze blows through the poppies in bloom, so the Holy Spirit brings refreshment to my parched soul.
On second thought... NOT! I'm just me, and that's who I'll be. (Hey, that rhymes!!)
Gotta run. If you need me, I'll be in the bathroom with my Bible word search book.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Two Days
I heard a great thought today in church. For Christians there are only two days - TOday and THAT day (when Christ returns).
If you do what Christ wants you to do today, you won't have to worry about what to say to Him on that day.
If you do what Christ wants you to do today, you won't have to worry about what to say to Him on that day.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Invisible Man Shoes
Last night we celebrated Thanksgiving with my side of the family at my aunt's house. After a wonderful dinner (broccoli-rice casserole, YES!!!) we retired to the living room to catch up on each other's lives. I found a seat, kicked off my shoes and settled in.
A few hours later we were ready to go home. I looked down but... no shoes. I knew mischief was afoot and asked who was playing a trick on me. Nobody fessed up, so I started the search. A few minutes later I found the missing shoes. They were perfectly positioned if front of the toilet, sort of like the invisible man was taking a rest stop. This had to be the work of my youngest daughter. I questioned her, prodded and interrogated, but she kept a straight face and never once admitted to the deed.
It was a really good prank for a nine year old. I'm amazed with her on two fronts. First, how did she get my shoes out of the room with out anybody seeing her? And second, how did she get so good at lying? I'm just afraid someday when she takes those career placement tests in school, it will come back that she is best suited to be a thief or a politician.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
A few hours later we were ready to go home. I looked down but... no shoes. I knew mischief was afoot and asked who was playing a trick on me. Nobody fessed up, so I started the search. A few minutes later I found the missing shoes. They were perfectly positioned if front of the toilet, sort of like the invisible man was taking a rest stop. This had to be the work of my youngest daughter. I questioned her, prodded and interrogated, but she kept a straight face and never once admitted to the deed.
It was a really good prank for a nine year old. I'm amazed with her on two fronts. First, how did she get my shoes out of the room with out anybody seeing her? And second, how did she get so good at lying? I'm just afraid someday when she takes those career placement tests in school, it will come back that she is best suited to be a thief or a politician.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Variety is the Life of Spice
I was reading back through my rantings from yesterday. Boy, could you tell I had a bad day or what? Actually, I don't disagree with anything I wrote, except I noticed it might appear I didn't like the new "Little Big Town" CD. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I think the boys and girls knocked it out of the park this time. Great harmony, fresh arrangements, cool instrumentation (a little slide guitar thrown in just for me??). This is a great project!!
One thing I particularly liked on this CD was the variety. Take note Christian and mainstream music world, not every song sounded just the same! There were also dynamics!! Sometimes it didn't sound like everyone was playing full bore with the compressor cranked to 10. When I finished listening I didn't feel exhausted or assaulted. I actually wanted to listen again!!! I'm not sure how radio will take to this effort, but there should be some good singles on there. Besides, why should every song on an album sound like a radio single? Sure, with iTunes and single song purchasing power of today, there is no room for the old school approach of a few good songs and the rest filler. Now each song must stand on it's own, but does that mean each song must sound alike? I don't think so. Some of my favorite songs over the years have been album cuts that were never played on the radio.
These are just my opinions, but hey, this is my blog. It's OK if you don't agree with me, you have every right to be wrong. ;-)
One thing I particularly liked on this CD was the variety. Take note Christian and mainstream music world, not every song sounded just the same! There were also dynamics!! Sometimes it didn't sound like everyone was playing full bore with the compressor cranked to 10. When I finished listening I didn't feel exhausted or assaulted. I actually wanted to listen again!!! I'm not sure how radio will take to this effort, but there should be some good singles on there. Besides, why should every song on an album sound like a radio single? Sure, with iTunes and single song purchasing power of today, there is no room for the old school approach of a few good songs and the rest filler. Now each song must stand on it's own, but does that mean each song must sound alike? I don't think so. Some of my favorite songs over the years have been album cuts that were never played on the radio.
These are just my opinions, but hey, this is my blog. It's OK if you don't agree with me, you have every right to be wrong. ;-)
Monday, November 19, 2007
A Vinyl Confession
Am I getting older or is the supermarket playing great music? - seen on a T-shirt.
I bought the new "Little Big Town" CD today and I was disappointed. The music is great, it was the buying experience that left me a bit deflated. I purchased the CD on eMusic, a legal internet downloading service. I saw a picture of the CD cover on my computer screen with a list of the songs, clicked a button and about a minute later the entire project popped up in iTunes and started to play. I'll admit it is convenient to learn that new music is available and own it in mere seconds, but some of the magic has been lost in translation.
I can still remember my first experience as a music buyer. The project was "Vinyl Confessions" by the group Kansas. It was not a CD, or even a cassette, it was a record! Remember those? I can see me standing in the store aisle, holding the shiny, cellophane wrapped package. I read every word on the front and back cover while deliberating if this was worth my hard earned money. I took the plunge and waited for my mom to finished her shopping and head to the cash register. The anticipation was intense. First to wait in the checkout line, then the long car ride home holding my new treasure, as of yet unheard. The wrapping came off quickly in my bedroom and I slid the black disk into my hands. ("always hold 'em by the edge, son.") The light reflected off the grooves as I lowered the needle onto the spinning surface. The first piano notes rang out and I read along with the lyrics printed on the record sleeve. I read the names of songwriters, musicians, and thank you recipients as the music played on. It was a magical moment. I was immersed in a brand new world, words and sounds combined in a way I'd never heard before. To me, that's what music is all about.
Today I have the songs, but no lyrics, no credits, and no thank yous. No extra pictures of the band and singers. Nothing to hold in my hands. No anticipation and nothing special to take me to that other world. I miss that world. That was the place I discovered that words and notes can paint a landscape in the mind. That's where I charted the course I'm still traveling today.
Maybe I'm just getting old and sentimental. Maybe that magical world of music still exists for the young. I hope so. I keep listening for a new song from a young writer to resonate with that memory in my mind, to know that they have been to that place and brought back a souvenir for me. Nothing yet, but I'm still watching.
In the meantime, I'll keep writing from my memories there. Maybe I'll get close enough to rekindle that fire in someone else. If so, I've done my part.
I bought the new "Little Big Town" CD today and I was disappointed. The music is great, it was the buying experience that left me a bit deflated. I purchased the CD on eMusic, a legal internet downloading service. I saw a picture of the CD cover on my computer screen with a list of the songs, clicked a button and about a minute later the entire project popped up in iTunes and started to play. I'll admit it is convenient to learn that new music is available and own it in mere seconds, but some of the magic has been lost in translation.
I can still remember my first experience as a music buyer. The project was "Vinyl Confessions" by the group Kansas. It was not a CD, or even a cassette, it was a record! Remember those? I can see me standing in the store aisle, holding the shiny, cellophane wrapped package. I read every word on the front and back cover while deliberating if this was worth my hard earned money. I took the plunge and waited for my mom to finished her shopping and head to the cash register. The anticipation was intense. First to wait in the checkout line, then the long car ride home holding my new treasure, as of yet unheard. The wrapping came off quickly in my bedroom and I slid the black disk into my hands. ("always hold 'em by the edge, son.") The light reflected off the grooves as I lowered the needle onto the spinning surface. The first piano notes rang out and I read along with the lyrics printed on the record sleeve. I read the names of songwriters, musicians, and thank you recipients as the music played on. It was a magical moment. I was immersed in a brand new world, words and sounds combined in a way I'd never heard before. To me, that's what music is all about.
Today I have the songs, but no lyrics, no credits, and no thank yous. No extra pictures of the band and singers. Nothing to hold in my hands. No anticipation and nothing special to take me to that other world. I miss that world. That was the place I discovered that words and notes can paint a landscape in the mind. That's where I charted the course I'm still traveling today.
Maybe I'm just getting old and sentimental. Maybe that magical world of music still exists for the young. I hope so. I keep listening for a new song from a young writer to resonate with that memory in my mind, to know that they have been to that place and brought back a souvenir for me. Nothing yet, but I'm still watching.
In the meantime, I'll keep writing from my memories there. Maybe I'll get close enough to rekindle that fire in someone else. If so, I've done my part.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Smell of the Road
Last Monday on our way home, I stopped at a roadside rest area to do what people do at roadside rest areas. When I got back in the car, Pam said I smelled like the bathroom. Since I there were no 'accidents' during my rest stop, I assumed she meant I smelled like the air freshener used in that particular restroom. (Come to think of it, I never clarified that with her. I hope I'm right!)
Fragrances in restrooms haven't always been a good subject for me. I remember my first encounter with a restroom cologne dispenser. Have you ever seen one of these? There is basically a big rotating knob with a pump button and a nozzle. You plop in a quarter, spin it around to select the desired scent, line up preferred receiving body area with nozzle and give it a pump. Sounds simple, right? Well, just a word of warning. If nothing comes out on the first pump, don't look into the nozzle to check if it is clogged while pumping again. Bad idea. Just in case you were wondering, most gas stations do have first aid kits.
There was also the church with the automatic air freshener. It was mounted on the wall at head level right next to the men's standing area. I was once again taking care of business when this thing starts to beep. Of course, I glanced over to see what was happening. Apparently the beep was an "All Clear, I'm Gonna Blow" warning. FYI, some churches don't have first aid kits.
Why is life so complicated? I just want to smell the same coming out of a restroom as I did going in.
Fragrances in restrooms haven't always been a good subject for me. I remember my first encounter with a restroom cologne dispenser. Have you ever seen one of these? There is basically a big rotating knob with a pump button and a nozzle. You plop in a quarter, spin it around to select the desired scent, line up preferred receiving body area with nozzle and give it a pump. Sounds simple, right? Well, just a word of warning. If nothing comes out on the first pump, don't look into the nozzle to check if it is clogged while pumping again. Bad idea. Just in case you were wondering, most gas stations do have first aid kits.There was also the church with the automatic air freshener. It was mounted on the wall at head level right next to the men's standing area. I was once again taking care of business when this thing starts to beep. Of course, I glanced over to see what was happening. Apparently the beep was an "All Clear, I'm Gonna Blow" warning. FYI, some churches don't have first aid kits.
Why is life so complicated? I just want to smell the same coming out of a restroom as I did going in.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Is This A Good Idea?
I saw an add in a magazine today left me with a Whaaaa? There is a new alcoholic beverage with a special additive - caffeine.
Caffeine???
Is this designed for people like me who don't drink coffee? In my experience, there are two main times when one wants extra caffeine - first thing in the morning to kickstart the day and late at night to stay awake while driving. I'm not a drinker, but I can't see either of these as the prime time to pop-a-top. Besides the fact that drinking and driving is illegal, if the first thing you reach for in the morning is measured in shots, get help!
I think I'll stick to tea.
Caffeine???
Is this designed for people like me who don't drink coffee? In my experience, there are two main times when one wants extra caffeine - first thing in the morning to kickstart the day and late at night to stay awake while driving. I'm not a drinker, but I can't see either of these as the prime time to pop-a-top. Besides the fact that drinking and driving is illegal, if the first thing you reach for in the morning is measured in shots, get help!
I think I'll stick to tea.
Friday, November 9, 2007
iLove iPodcasts
Ok, I'll admit it. I have a new obsession. (Well, obsession might be a bit strong, but 'strong like' doesn't have the same ring.) I have discovered the world of podcasting! Podcasts are like radio shows without the radio, commercials or narrow range of topics available on the airwaves. There are podcasts on virtually any topic imaginable, plus old-fashioned radio dramas and audio books. Best of all, they are FREE! Without the limitations of trying to make something commercially viable, podcasters are free to be creative. What a great concept! Sound interesting? It's as easy as 1,2,3...
1. Open iTunes (If you aren't using iTunes, it's time to crawl out from under that rock, go to www.apple.com/iTunes/download and get your free copy)
2. Go to the iTunes store.
3. Either select "podcasts" in the top left box or type your person or area of interest in the search box.
Here are some of my personal favorites (just pick some words from the title or author and SEARCH) -
• A Prairie Home Companion's News from Lake Wobegon by Garrison Keillor (the classic radio show - just great stuff!)
• The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor (a short daily account of famous people and events on this day in history plus a poem)
• Decoder Ring Theatre (if you like old time radio shows like 'The Shadow', this one's for you.)
• North Point Ministries wih Andy Stanley (great messages on very relevant modern topics)
• Summit Woods Baptist Church with Pastor Ryan Bowman (Our own pastor online!)
There are thousands to choose from, so go explore!
1. Open iTunes (If you aren't using iTunes, it's time to crawl out from under that rock, go to www.apple.com/iTunes/download and get your free copy)
2. Go to the iTunes store.
3. Either select "podcasts" in the top left box or type your person or area of interest in the search box.
Here are some of my personal favorites (just pick some words from the title or author and SEARCH) -
• A Prairie Home Companion's News from Lake Wobegon by Garrison Keillor (the classic radio show - just great stuff!)
• The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor (a short daily account of famous people and events on this day in history plus a poem)
• Decoder Ring Theatre (if you like old time radio shows like 'The Shadow', this one's for you.)
• North Point Ministries wih Andy Stanley (great messages on very relevant modern topics)
• Summit Woods Baptist Church with Pastor Ryan Bowman (Our own pastor online!)
There are thousands to choose from, so go explore!
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
The Crap-o-meter
Our family was watching a movie the other night that started throwing in some touchy-feelie new age ideas. All of a sudden my daughters chimed in, "but that's not right." I was so proud!! They are noticing when something just doesn't ring true. I explained to them how the Holy Spirit gives us spiritual discernment. In order to make it understandable for children, this is what I came up with...
God puts a crap-o-meter inside us. When it starts going off, you know that what you are looking at or hearing is just that, crap. It does not go along with God's way and truth. It can come from the world and unfortunately, sometimes it can come from the pulpit. Be aware and pay attention when the alarm goes off.
That about sums up my highbrow intellectual theology - don't ignore your crap-o-meter. That will probably never make the seminary subject list, but it has saved me from bad stuff more times than I can count.
God puts a crap-o-meter inside us. When it starts going off, you know that what you are looking at or hearing is just that, crap. It does not go along with God's way and truth. It can come from the world and unfortunately, sometimes it can come from the pulpit. Be aware and pay attention when the alarm goes off.
That about sums up my highbrow intellectual theology - don't ignore your crap-o-meter. That will probably never make the seminary subject list, but it has saved me from bad stuff more times than I can count.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Post-It
I love Post-It notes. I use them all the time to remind me to do important things. Apparently this practice has rubbed off on my daughter as well. Tonight, when I was putting her to bed, I noticed she had a Post-It with a reminder to herself stuck on her wall.
It reads "WAKE UP."
It reads "WAKE UP."
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Caught in the Act!
I just received an interesting e-mail:
Dear Amazon.com Customer,
We've noticed that customers who have purchased The Bible Series Box Set have also purchased Annie Duke's Texas Hold'em Supercourse on DVD. For this reason, ...
BUSTED!!! So it seems that folks buying Bible DVDs are also big Poker players. The news is out, it's no secret anymore. Move over basement bingo, we're putting in a craps table. How about some slot machines in the fellowship hall? No need to wear those fake glasses and phony moustaches to the river boats. No more excuses like "we just go for the all-you-can-eat buffet." How about a flashing "High Rollers and Holy Rollers Welcome Here" sign in the church yard? Who knows, we could reach a whole new crowd for the Lord.
Look at the bright side, even if church gambling doesn't pan out, we could at least install ATMs in the foyer. That should give the morning offering a real boost!
Dear Amazon.com Customer,We've noticed that customers who have purchased The Bible Series Box Set have also purchased Annie Duke's Texas Hold'em Supercourse on DVD. For this reason, ...
BUSTED!!! So it seems that folks buying Bible DVDs are also big Poker players. The news is out, it's no secret anymore. Move over basement bingo, we're putting in a craps table. How about some slot machines in the fellowship hall? No need to wear those fake glasses and phony moustaches to the river boats. No more excuses like "we just go for the all-you-can-eat buffet." How about a flashing "High Rollers and Holy Rollers Welcome Here" sign in the church yard? Who knows, we could reach a whole new crowd for the Lord.
Look at the bright side, even if church gambling doesn't pan out, we could at least install ATMs in the foyer. That should give the morning offering a real boost!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Boo
Once again it is time for the annual ritualistic fruit massacre we call pumpkin carving. I think this year's efforts turned out quite nice. Say hello to Fred (on the left) and Betsy (on the right).Regardless of your view on the holiday, Halloween is here. As for me, I figure if non-Christians can hunt Easter eggs on our holiday, we can beg for candy on theirs! We use this as an opportunity to explain all the appropriate topics to the kids, and no evil costumes! This year my youngest is going as an artist complete with brush and beret. We cut her painter's pallet from a cardboard box and she had a blast splashing paint all over her smock. We are ready!
I'm hoping for Reese's and Sweet-tarts. And if anybody passes out those nasty, hard peanut butter candies in the orange and black wrappers... Remember, we know where you live.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Ancient
We were off last weekend for my mom's auction. It was a treat to stay home for a change! Actually, we didn't stay home much, we went out to see a couple of other ministries in the area.
On Saturday evening we headed south to the Cass County Fairgrounds to see "Sermon on the Mount," the mount this time being a horse instead of a hill. Lew Sterrett illustrates our rebellious nature and right relationship with God while breaking a horse. By the end of an hour he had a saddle on the horse (I don't know what type it was, I'm a city boy) and an assistant riding it. It was a very unique presentation of the gospel. If you get a chance, check it out! One suggestion, go to an indoor arena. I left part of my rear end frozen to that bleacher.
On Sunday evening we headed north to see the new group Austin's Bridge in concert. These young men (kids as the pastor called them) did an excellent job and we had a great time. They have kind of a Rascal Flatts sound with a mixture of soulful vocals and bluegrass/rock influence thrown in. Pretty cool.
The only downer of the evening was when they mentioned their ages. I started singing professionally the year the lead vocalist was born. Ouch! I'm old. Wait this can't be true. Yes, I did like the song they said was for the older folks in the crowd. And I thought the one they did for the teenagers was a bit noisy. Oh my gosh, it is true. I am old. When they sang "Ancient of Days," were they singing about God or was that directed at me?? This is too much, I need to go have my oatmeal and Geritol.
On Saturday evening we headed south to the Cass County Fairgrounds to see "Sermon on the Mount," the mount this time being a horse instead of a hill. Lew Sterrett illustrates our rebellious nature and right relationship with God while breaking a horse. By the end of an hour he had a saddle on the horse (I don't know what type it was, I'm a city boy) and an assistant riding it. It was a very unique presentation of the gospel. If you get a chance, check it out! One suggestion, go to an indoor arena. I left part of my rear end frozen to that bleacher.
On Sunday evening we headed north to see the new group Austin's Bridge in concert. These young men (kids as the pastor called them) did an excellent job and we had a great time. They have kind of a Rascal Flatts sound with a mixture of soulful vocals and bluegrass/rock influence thrown in. Pretty cool.
The only downer of the evening was when they mentioned their ages. I started singing professionally the year the lead vocalist was born. Ouch! I'm old. Wait this can't be true. Yes, I did like the song they said was for the older folks in the crowd. And I thought the one they did for the teenagers was a bit noisy. Oh my gosh, it is true. I am old. When they sang "Ancient of Days," were they singing about God or was that directed at me?? This is too much, I need to go have my oatmeal and Geritol.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Past Sold
Thanks to all of you who prayed yesterday about the auction. Once again God proved, "Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think..." - Eph 3:20
The house is sold!! A young single lady who is living in an apartment bought it and is excited about moving in. Her lease is not up until the end of this year, so that answered my mom's concerns about having to move out before her new home is finished. After the sale, we were talking to the auctioneer's wife. She told us she felt the need to pray for the house to sell, so she left early and went home. She was praying for the sale and the buyer while the auction was going on. How cool is that!
Now to the "abundantly above what we ask" part. The piano that I learned to play on also sold. A man bought it for his grandson who is autistic. After everyone had gone and we were straightening up, two cars pulled into the driveway. Out popped a little boy followed by his mom, grandma and grandpa. I got to meet the young man who would learn to play on my old piano. When I saw the excitement in his eyes, I remembered the day when my dad brought that piano home and I touched the keys for the very first time. Now I felt like I was passing on the torch to a new generation. I played a song for the little guy and encouraged him to practice and have fun with music.
We prayed for the house to be a blessing to the next owner. God answered that and threw in the piano blessing as well. All I can say is AMEN!!!
The house is sold!! A young single lady who is living in an apartment bought it and is excited about moving in. Her lease is not up until the end of this year, so that answered my mom's concerns about having to move out before her new home is finished. After the sale, we were talking to the auctioneer's wife. She told us she felt the need to pray for the house to sell, so she left early and went home. She was praying for the sale and the buyer while the auction was going on. How cool is that!
Now to the "abundantly above what we ask" part. The piano that I learned to play on also sold. A man bought it for his grandson who is autistic. After everyone had gone and we were straightening up, two cars pulled into the driveway. Out popped a little boy followed by his mom, grandma and grandpa. I got to meet the young man who would learn to play on my old piano. When I saw the excitement in his eyes, I remembered the day when my dad brought that piano home and I touched the keys for the very first time. Now I felt like I was passing on the torch to a new generation. I played a song for the little guy and encouraged him to practice and have fun with music.
We prayed for the house to be a blessing to the next owner. God answered that and threw in the piano blessing as well. All I can say is AMEN!!!
Friday, October 26, 2007
Past For Sale
Today is an interesting day. In a few hours, big chunks of my past will be up for sale to the highest bidder. The house I grew up in, the piano where I picked out my first melody, the loft where I played and imagined and dreamed - all will soon belong to someone else. As I helped my mom prepare for this auction, it was like a trip through my childhood. There were my dad's tools and the workbench where as a little boy I watched him fix all sorts of items. There was the table where I ate countless meals, me in the middle, mom to the left and dad to the right, feet propped up on the edge of the dishwasher, blowing smoke from his cigarette out the open window. In the basement I paused at the speakers, amps and mixing board from my first band. I can still picture Mike on guitar, John on the bass, and old Snake sitting behind the drums, pounding out the rhythm for feet shuffling across the dance floor. So many memories from the first twenty years of my journey here on planet Earth.
Believe it or not, I'm not sad at seeing all of this go. In fact I'm excited. I believe that life is not what you've left behind, but what awaits ahead. This will free all of us for the journey that God has in store for our future. Memories are great to have, but even better to make, and you'll never make new ones if you are reliving yesterday's. I'm ready for new memories.
Let the bidding begin...
PS. If you are reading this today (Friday), please join us in praying that God will send the right people to buy the house. My mom has been an excellent steward of the property and it has been a blessing to us for so many years. Now we pray that it will be blessing to a whole new family.
Believe it or not, I'm not sad at seeing all of this go. In fact I'm excited. I believe that life is not what you've left behind, but what awaits ahead. This will free all of us for the journey that God has in store for our future. Memories are great to have, but even better to make, and you'll never make new ones if you are reliving yesterday's. I'm ready for new memories.
Let the bidding begin...
PS. If you are reading this today (Friday), please join us in praying that God will send the right people to buy the house. My mom has been an excellent steward of the property and it has been a blessing to us for so many years. Now we pray that it will be blessing to a whole new family.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
A Rose is a ...
Last Saturday was the big day. Seventeen years of wedded bliss to my sweetie! I stopped on my way home from St. Louis and picked up a card, a box of chocolate chip cookies and a dozen roses. Pam loved it! I can understand the card, words of endearment to stimulate the mind. I can understand the cookies, they taste great no matter the occasion. What I don't get are the roses. Sure they are pretty and they smell nice, but what is it about roses that speak to a woman's heart? After much thought I figured out that I don't care, I'm just glad they do!By the way, Pam took this picture. Ain't they purdy?
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
What God Does
This year's Write About Jesus conference (my third) was my best by far. Since I've been back in town I've been flying in a hundred different directions, so I'll share a bit at a time.
On Thursday evening I shared my song "Laughing All The Way To The Bank." The response was tremendous! For the rest of the weekend, folks came up to me and said, "Are you that Laughing guy?" Yup, that describes me pretty well.
On Saturday I had another opportunity to share a song with the group during the Alumni Cafe. This time I wanted to do something completely different to show the spectrum of my writing. I felt the right choice was "He Did" from our What Matters Most album. The Cafe is held right before lunch and many people are catching up with each other after morning sessions. It's usually a fairly noisy background with some folks listening to the singer. My buddies Chris and Bill Filer were on before me with a great song that captured the attention of many people. Then I started singing. Not bragging here, but by the middle of the song, the place was silent. It wasn't because of me, the spirit of God was very present in the room. What an awesome moment.
The best part came after I finished and left the stage. One of the attendees came up to thank me for ministering. She mentioned that a lady sitting at her table had just received a rather painful song critique and my song helped refocus her and remind her why she writes in the first place.
Awards and accolades are nice, but if all I accomplish is to let God do what He does through me, that's sufficient. In fact, like God's grace, it's more than sufficient for me.
On Thursday evening I shared my song "Laughing All The Way To The Bank." The response was tremendous! For the rest of the weekend, folks came up to me and said, "Are you that Laughing guy?" Yup, that describes me pretty well.
On Saturday I had another opportunity to share a song with the group during the Alumni Cafe. This time I wanted to do something completely different to show the spectrum of my writing. I felt the right choice was "He Did" from our What Matters Most album. The Cafe is held right before lunch and many people are catching up with each other after morning sessions. It's usually a fairly noisy background with some folks listening to the singer. My buddies Chris and Bill Filer were on before me with a great song that captured the attention of many people. Then I started singing. Not bragging here, but by the middle of the song, the place was silent. It wasn't because of me, the spirit of God was very present in the room. What an awesome moment.
The best part came after I finished and left the stage. One of the attendees came up to thank me for ministering. She mentioned that a lady sitting at her table had just received a rather painful song critique and my song helped refocus her and remind her why she writes in the first place.
Awards and accolades are nice, but if all I accomplish is to let God do what He does through me, that's sufficient. In fact, like God's grace, it's more than sufficient for me.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Well, Ain't That Cool
It's dinner time on my second day at the Write About Jesus Christian Songwriter's Conference. What a great experience so far!!! I finally get to blog about songwriting.
This year I am in what is called the "Master Class" for writers who have had songs cut by other artists. I guess I've qualified to be in this group for many years, but never thought to tell anybody. Thanks to Chris Filer for twisting my arm!! Part of our time is for assigned co-writing with other members of the group. I was paired up with a gal named Helga from New Jersey. We've gotten together a couple of times so far and have come up with a really cool tune. It's not finished yet, but I can't wait for everybody to hear it. I woke up at 5:30 this morning with another song idea that I had to jot down on my laptop. I think it'll be a good one, too! I have another co-write with a different writer tomorrow, so I pray it will be another good session.
On the networking side, the "big cheeses" from the industry are really starting to know who I am. I'm not sure how much I'm supposed to share, but a publisher is picking up one of my songs to pitch to a couple of MAJOR artists. This will take a while, but if something clicks, it could be a real boost for our ministry. Keep praying!!
The next session is starting up, I've gotta run...
This year I am in what is called the "Master Class" for writers who have had songs cut by other artists. I guess I've qualified to be in this group for many years, but never thought to tell anybody. Thanks to Chris Filer for twisting my arm!! Part of our time is for assigned co-writing with other members of the group. I was paired up with a gal named Helga from New Jersey. We've gotten together a couple of times so far and have come up with a really cool tune. It's not finished yet, but I can't wait for everybody to hear it. I woke up at 5:30 this morning with another song idea that I had to jot down on my laptop. I think it'll be a good one, too! I have another co-write with a different writer tomorrow, so I pray it will be another good session.
On the networking side, the "big cheeses" from the industry are really starting to know who I am. I'm not sure how much I'm supposed to share, but a publisher is picking up one of my songs to pitch to a couple of MAJOR artists. This will take a while, but if something clicks, it could be a real boost for our ministry. Keep praying!!
The next session is starting up, I've gotta run...
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Update and Outta Here
I finished our October newsletter last night and it is up for the viewing at www.PhilandPamMorgan.com/news. It always takes me two full days to write, I'm trying to figure how to cut that down. Anyhow, check out the devotion "If Jesus Used Power Tools..." and embarrassing moments in the Trivia column.
I'm heading out for Write About Jesus Christian Songwriter's conference bright and early this morning. I've got my laptop and clean undies, everything else is optional. Off I go....
I'm heading out for Write About Jesus Christian Songwriter's conference bright and early this morning. I've got my laptop and clean undies, everything else is optional. Off I go....
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
The Case of the Missing Silver
Something strange is going on around here. I was emptying the dishwasher the other day when I noticed there were no spoons to put away. Actually we have two sets, one with colorful plastic handles and one more traditional with our initial stamped on the handle. We've had the metal ones since early marriage, and now we only have three spoons left. I had noticed they were low for a while, but I thought the others were probably dirty in the dishwasher. Now I know, they are gone.
So the big question, where did they go? I thought of all the obvious options first. Maybe we threw them away when cleaning the table. I quizzed the family and we all agreed that we aren't that careless. OK, maybe someone put them away in the wrong spot. I searched every drawer in the kitchen and no rogue spoons. Could it be a thief broke in, ran past the TV, stereos and computers and whisked them away? Highly unlikely, we have a security system with a motion sensor and laser beams criss-crossing the kitchen.
That leaves only one solution. They've been raptured. Obviously not considered important enough to be included in the Bible, the great flatware rapture has begun. All the saved and sanctified spoons have gone to meet the Lord at that great banquet table in the sky. All that are left are the degenerate, sinful silverware. Every other piece in the drawer ... LEFT BEHIND. (LaHaye and Jenkins, if you write this into a bestselling twelve part series, I want a cut.)
I should be happy for the spoons, they are in a better place. But to be honest, I can't help but think of the forks and knives. None of them made the cut. What a shame.
So the big question, where did they go? I thought of all the obvious options first. Maybe we threw them away when cleaning the table. I quizzed the family and we all agreed that we aren't that careless. OK, maybe someone put them away in the wrong spot. I searched every drawer in the kitchen and no rogue spoons. Could it be a thief broke in, ran past the TV, stereos and computers and whisked them away? Highly unlikely, we have a security system with a motion sensor and laser beams criss-crossing the kitchen.
That leaves only one solution. They've been raptured. Obviously not considered important enough to be included in the Bible, the great flatware rapture has begun. All the saved and sanctified spoons have gone to meet the Lord at that great banquet table in the sky. All that are left are the degenerate, sinful silverware. Every other piece in the drawer ... LEFT BEHIND. (LaHaye and Jenkins, if you write this into a bestselling twelve part series, I want a cut.)
I should be happy for the spoons, they are in a better place. But to be honest, I can't help but think of the forks and knives. None of them made the cut. What a shame.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Return to Third Grade
Today I ate lunch with my third-grader at her elementary school. She had nachos, I chose the meatball sub. Before I had even sat down at the table, I made a mess by spilling the sauce on my shirt. After all these years, I'm still a nerd.
It brought to mind the time I peed my pants in Kindergarten. The pants were light brown when dry and dark brown when wet. How embarassing! Could that be why I wear mostly black pants now? Hmmm, interesting.
After lunch I stayed for recess. There were still many of the same things I played with as a boy - tether ball, jump road, swings and assorted stuff to climb on. There are many differences as well. Many of my childhood playground favorites have been removed or replaced with plastic substitutes, all in the name of safety. We want to provide an injury free environment to protect our precious little ones. So guess what the kids did first. They bypassed all the safe spots and took turns sliding down the hand rail of the play area. A slip to either side would have landed them on hard steps, sure to break either an arm or a rib. So much for safety.
Hey, kids will be kids. That's why we have bandages and bleach. Being a kid is messy and somewhat dangerous. That's what makes it fun. Let 'em be little as long as possible. There will come a time when they will have to grow up and be neat and safe. Don't rush it.
I'm stretching my childhood as long as possible. Somedays I do pretty good, at least at the immature part. And think, if I make it long enough, there'll come a time when I'll start peeing my pants again.
I'm going out tomorrow to buy more black pants.
It brought to mind the time I peed my pants in Kindergarten. The pants were light brown when dry and dark brown when wet. How embarassing! Could that be why I wear mostly black pants now? Hmmm, interesting.
After lunch I stayed for recess. There were still many of the same things I played with as a boy - tether ball, jump road, swings and assorted stuff to climb on. There are many differences as well. Many of my childhood playground favorites have been removed or replaced with plastic substitutes, all in the name of safety. We want to provide an injury free environment to protect our precious little ones. So guess what the kids did first. They bypassed all the safe spots and took turns sliding down the hand rail of the play area. A slip to either side would have landed them on hard steps, sure to break either an arm or a rib. So much for safety.
Hey, kids will be kids. That's why we have bandages and bleach. Being a kid is messy and somewhat dangerous. That's what makes it fun. Let 'em be little as long as possible. There will come a time when they will have to grow up and be neat and safe. Don't rush it.
I'm stretching my childhood as long as possible. Somedays I do pretty good, at least at the immature part. And think, if I make it long enough, there'll come a time when I'll start peeing my pants again.
I'm going out tomorrow to buy more black pants.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Good Morning!
On Tuesdays my middle schooler has choir before school so I have the privilege of getting up at 6:00 o'clock to take her. I know that some of you are already up and going by that time, but I'm a musician. Our internal clocks are wound a little slower. In fact, I'm an early riser for my breed. I've got musician buddies who wake up in time for lunch.
Anyhow, as we were driving, I saw something really cool. The sun was just coming up over the horizon. It was beautiful! The sky was a vast canvas of orange and yellow and purple. I thought, "Wow God, do you do this every morning?" What a truly stunning sight.
I do have a suggestion. This sunrise thing is so beautiful, more people could enjoy it if it came a little later in the day. Or how about a matinee for the early risers and an encore around 11:00 for the rest of us. That's one re-run I wouldn't mind watching.
Anyhow, as we were driving, I saw something really cool. The sun was just coming up over the horizon. It was beautiful! The sky was a vast canvas of orange and yellow and purple. I thought, "Wow God, do you do this every morning?" What a truly stunning sight.I do have a suggestion. This sunrise thing is so beautiful, more people could enjoy it if it came a little later in the day. Or how about a matinee for the early risers and an encore around 11:00 for the rest of us. That's one re-run I wouldn't mind watching.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Brace Yourself
My oldest daughter got her braces put on the other day. Ouch. This is her second set. Double ouch. The first was several years ago to correct some cosmetic and structural problems. This time she is getting the full whammy with uppers and lowers, bite adjustment, alignment, oil change and the works.
The good news is, we get a discount on the second set. The bad news is, it's still $4200 after the discount. Triple ouch. I understand the value of causing your children pain, so we'll just have to shut up and pay up. (Our youngest is going to need braces in the future as well. Quadruple ouch. I hope they weren't planning on going to college.)
The funny part was, when she came out after the procedure, they told her she could chew certain types of gum and had given her half a package of Trident. I just paid more that I spent for my first car and they threw in two sticks of gum! Yipee! I think with the car I got all new floormats.
If there are any orthodontists reading this, I love you all and you do a great service to the youth of today. Just a suggestion. Spring for the whole package of gum. It makes us impoverished parents feel a little better.
The good news is, we get a discount on the second set. The bad news is, it's still $4200 after the discount. Triple ouch. I understand the value of causing your children pain, so we'll just have to shut up and pay up. (Our youngest is going to need braces in the future as well. Quadruple ouch. I hope they weren't planning on going to college.)
The funny part was, when she came out after the procedure, they told her she could chew certain types of gum and had given her half a package of Trident. I just paid more that I spent for my first car and they threw in two sticks of gum! Yipee! I think with the car I got all new floormats.
If there are any orthodontists reading this, I love you all and you do a great service to the youth of today. Just a suggestion. Spring for the whole package of gum. It makes us impoverished parents feel a little better.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
The Future of Music
Today in the mail I received a new catalog for computer stuff. As I scanned the pages and I noticed something interesting. There were at least four pages of accessories for iPods. You can get speakers, docks, chargers, holders, etc... everything you need to have thousands of hours of music in your shirt pocket. We have seen incredible innovation in the last few years in everything having to do with music except the music itself. If anything, the creative quality of music today is getting worse.
Think about innovations in music in the past. There were Bach and Mozart who changed the way we hear melody and harmony. There was Beethoven who brought a whole new passion to those melodies and harmonies. Music grew and evolved as new composers stretched our ears with dissonance and new ways to put sounds together. Later, jazz, big band, country, pop, and rock innovators brought music to the masses by mixing in everyday life experiences. These songs have become the soundtrack of our lives. There are classics from all styles that live on today, long after many of the composers are gone. They have become part of who we are.
Here's the question - How many popular songs today will live into the next generation? Where is the creativity and innovation? I don't know the answer, I just long for new music that will stir my soul. I need to be reminded that we were formed by an infinitely creative God, and despite our constant screwups, there are moments when we can still bring something beautiful into the world.
Don't get me wrong, I love the innovations in technology. Just when I began to doubt that technology and music could work together to change our lives, I saw this.
All hope is not lost.
Think about innovations in music in the past. There were Bach and Mozart who changed the way we hear melody and harmony. There was Beethoven who brought a whole new passion to those melodies and harmonies. Music grew and evolved as new composers stretched our ears with dissonance and new ways to put sounds together. Later, jazz, big band, country, pop, and rock innovators brought music to the masses by mixing in everyday life experiences. These songs have become the soundtrack of our lives. There are classics from all styles that live on today, long after many of the composers are gone. They have become part of who we are.
Here's the question - How many popular songs today will live into the next generation? Where is the creativity and innovation? I don't know the answer, I just long for new music that will stir my soul. I need to be reminded that we were formed by an infinitely creative God, and despite our constant screwups, there are moments when we can still bring something beautiful into the world.
Don't get me wrong, I love the innovations in technology. Just when I began to doubt that technology and music could work together to change our lives, I saw this.
All hope is not lost.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Isn't That Something???
Minimal blogage last week, it was newsletter time. To read what we've been up to and a devotion from Pam visit www.PhilandPamMorgan.com/newsletter.pdf. I also developed a quicker loading version for dial-up folks at www.PhilandPamMorgan.com/news/dialup/dialup0709.html. If you haven't read about God and the little poopin' boy, it's a must! Check out the August newsletter in the ARCHIVES at www.PhilandPamMorgan.com/news.
Ok, I'm tired of typing out web addresses. Yesterday we had a rare weekend off and we able to attend church here at home. The sermon held several of those cool, God moments, far beyond coincidence. Check this out...
In our newsletter I have a column called The Listening Room where I write a short "listener's guide" for a song on my piano album. This time I was up to cut 7: Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing. I briefly explained the 1 Samuel 7 reference to "Now I raise mine Ebenezer" in the second verse of the song. Guess what the sermon was based on yesterday? 1 Samuel 7! Pastor Ryan even used the song to illustrate the passage. In almost 40 years I have never heard a message on that passage, now here it comes just three days after I was writing about it. How cool!
That's not all. When pastor referenced another passage in Jeremiah, Pam nudged me and said she had been studying that scripture Friday morning. Sounds like maybe we were supposed to hear this sermon. The message was how God's faithfulness and help in the past encourages us to move into the future. Yup, this one's for us!
Ok, I'm tired of typing out web addresses. Yesterday we had a rare weekend off and we able to attend church here at home. The sermon held several of those cool, God moments, far beyond coincidence. Check this out...
In our newsletter I have a column called The Listening Room where I write a short "listener's guide" for a song on my piano album. This time I was up to cut 7: Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing. I briefly explained the 1 Samuel 7 reference to "Now I raise mine Ebenezer" in the second verse of the song. Guess what the sermon was based on yesterday? 1 Samuel 7! Pastor Ryan even used the song to illustrate the passage. In almost 40 years I have never heard a message on that passage, now here it comes just three days after I was writing about it. How cool!
That's not all. When pastor referenced another passage in Jeremiah, Pam nudged me and said she had been studying that scripture Friday morning. Sounds like maybe we were supposed to hear this sermon. The message was how God's faithfulness and help in the past encourages us to move into the future. Yup, this one's for us!
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
The Bionic Bathroom
I am in awe of how automated bathrooms are becoming. You really have very little to do anymore. When you are finished doing your thing (and sometimes before) the toilet will flush itself. Stick out your hand and there’s a dollop of hand soap. Another motion and soothing water flows in the sink. With a final wave, the paper towel dispenser will roll out a totally insufficient quantity of drying material. I have found that the proper amount of paper towel takes two and a half waves, but the final half wave requires great coordination.
There are even some rest areas that combine the soap, water and hand dryer in one place under the spigot. It takes quite a lot of practice to get the timing and movement right for a successful hand cleansing.
Another favorite are the industrial strength dryers popping up at some service stations. They employ a small jet engine with enough power to actually move the skin around to the other side of your hand. Watch out, small children may be blown clear across the room.
Technology is great and I’m all for convenience, but I think we’ve gone far enough. Any other activities I do in the restroom, I’d rather not have assistance with. Some things should remain “hands on.”
There are even some rest areas that combine the soap, water and hand dryer in one place under the spigot. It takes quite a lot of practice to get the timing and movement right for a successful hand cleansing.
Another favorite are the industrial strength dryers popping up at some service stations. They employ a small jet engine with enough power to actually move the skin around to the other side of your hand. Watch out, small children may be blown clear across the room.
Technology is great and I’m all for convenience, but I think we’ve gone far enough. Any other activities I do in the restroom, I’d rather not have assistance with. Some things should remain “hands on.”
Friday, September 21, 2007
Blueteeth???
I don’t understand the whole “Bluetooth” thing. I get the wireless connectivity part, but where did they get the name “Bluetooth”? That sounds like a dental condition in Arkansas, or maybe the result of drinking too many grape slurpees. Whatever the case, I have joined the Bluetooth generation.
I have teased, joked and complained about people with little silver headpieces hanging from their ears, but the other day our Office Supply store had a great sale and I couldn’t help myself. I reasoned that Pam would be pleased at me not holding my phone while driving and the safety issues alone made buying a wireless headset the only responsible choice.
The first step in using a bluetooth headset is to “pair” it with your phone. This is a time when the two devices get to know each other, have a little dinner, maybe a movie, and decide if this relationship is worth pursuing. I felt a little embarrassed and almost left the room to give them a bit of privacy. All went well and they are now a couple.
Everything was going fine until I realized that my laptop also has Bluetooth. I’m thinking, “What for? It doesn’t need to make phone calls.” Now I’m starting to suspect my computer and my cellphone have a little thing going behind my back. I feel violated. Does the headset know? How are we all supposed to feel about this? I thought marriage took a lot of work, technology is killing me!
I have teased, joked and complained about people with little silver headpieces hanging from their ears, but the other day our Office Supply store had a great sale and I couldn’t help myself. I reasoned that Pam would be pleased at me not holding my phone while driving and the safety issues alone made buying a wireless headset the only responsible choice.
The first step in using a bluetooth headset is to “pair” it with your phone. This is a time when the two devices get to know each other, have a little dinner, maybe a movie, and decide if this relationship is worth pursuing. I felt a little embarrassed and almost left the room to give them a bit of privacy. All went well and they are now a couple.
Everything was going fine until I realized that my laptop also has Bluetooth. I’m thinking, “What for? It doesn’t need to make phone calls.” Now I’m starting to suspect my computer and my cellphone have a little thing going behind my back. I feel violated. Does the headset know? How are we all supposed to feel about this? I thought marriage took a lot of work, technology is killing me!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Did Ya Hear The One About...
My seventh grader cornered me last night with an interesting question - "Dad, I need a joke for school tomorrow."
Apparently her assignment in Speech and Drama class was to tell a joke to the class. Wow, this is my kind of homework! At least a dozen jokes instantly flooded my brain. Now it was time for some filtering. It needs to be appropriate, clean and something a seventh grader would understand. First I knocked out all the religious jokes so no one would be offended and that would not be appropriate. Next I considered the jokes pastors share with me, but I couldn't think of any clean ones. I also dismissed anything relating to body parts or bodily functions. I was starting to worry, my list was getting pretty short. Finally we settled on this one.
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Two guys were talking about their favorite restaurants. The first guy says, "Oh, I'm so bad with names. It's a flower... comes in bunches... has thorns..."
"You mean a rose?"
"Yeah, that's it. Hey Rose, what was the name of that restaurant we ate at last night?"
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My daughter practiced, got all the inflections just perfect and shared it with the class today.
They didn't get it. And these are the leaders of tomorrow? I'm scared.
Apparently her assignment in Speech and Drama class was to tell a joke to the class. Wow, this is my kind of homework! At least a dozen jokes instantly flooded my brain. Now it was time for some filtering. It needs to be appropriate, clean and something a seventh grader would understand. First I knocked out all the religious jokes so no one would be offended and that would not be appropriate. Next I considered the jokes pastors share with me, but I couldn't think of any clean ones. I also dismissed anything relating to body parts or bodily functions. I was starting to worry, my list was getting pretty short. Finally we settled on this one.
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Two guys were talking about their favorite restaurants. The first guy says, "Oh, I'm so bad with names. It's a flower... comes in bunches... has thorns..."
"You mean a rose?"
"Yeah, that's it. Hey Rose, what was the name of that restaurant we ate at last night?"
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My daughter practiced, got all the inflections just perfect and shared it with the class today.
They didn't get it. And these are the leaders of tomorrow? I'm scared.
Monday, September 17, 2007
The Glamorous Life
OK, this blog is supposed to be about me the songwriter and I've hardly mentioned anything musical since I started. Never fear, the waves of inspiration have tickled my toes a bit. Here are a couple of verses I wrote last week. Of course they came at one o'clock in the morning! I didn't want to wake everybody, so I shut myself in the bathroom. There I was, sitting on the toilet scribbling lines on the inside cover of a Bible word-search book. The glamour of it all!
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The hand that writes my life is unseen but not unfelt,
Sometimes I snatch the pen to write a line myself.
The words I write are grand, but oh so hard to rhyme,
And the rhythm of my heart is often slightly out of time.
So I relinquish and release my tight grip on the pen,
It’s not long before I see the pieces fit again.
The melody is sweet and the harmony is strong,
When the savior of my soul is the writer of my song.
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© 2007 Phil Morgan - Jammin' Gentile Music, BMI.
This will probably be radically altered and edited when it transforms into a song, but I like the idea. Thars some truth in thar, matey!
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The hand that writes my life is unseen but not unfelt,
Sometimes I snatch the pen to write a line myself.
The words I write are grand, but oh so hard to rhyme,
And the rhythm of my heart is often slightly out of time.
So I relinquish and release my tight grip on the pen,
It’s not long before I see the pieces fit again.
The melody is sweet and the harmony is strong,
When the savior of my soul is the writer of my song.
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© 2007 Phil Morgan - Jammin' Gentile Music, BMI.
This will probably be radically altered and edited when it transforms into a song, but I like the idea. Thars some truth in thar, matey!
Friday, September 14, 2007
Spel Chek
DISCLAIMER: I’m not mad, sad, happy, frustrated, judgmental or vindictive toward any event or person in the following account. I’m also not trying to build anyone up or put anyone down. This is just a perfect example of how life can be ironic...
My oldest daughter handed me her graded social studies test this evening. She got a “B”. The good news was there was only one question she actually missed on the entire test. The bad news was that correct spelling counted and she had some trouble with words like Australia, Antarctica and equator. I told her I was very proud that she had mastered the content, and this was a good lesson that spelling is important.
The one question she did answer incorrectly was this - "When it is winter in North America, what season is it in Australia?" She answered, “winter”. The teacher marked that out and wrote in “sumer”.
My oldest daughter handed me her graded social studies test this evening. She got a “B”. The good news was there was only one question she actually missed on the entire test. The bad news was that correct spelling counted and she had some trouble with words like Australia, Antarctica and equator. I told her I was very proud that she had mastered the content, and this was a good lesson that spelling is important.
The one question she did answer incorrectly was this - "When it is winter in North America, what season is it in Australia?" She answered, “winter”. The teacher marked that out and wrote in “sumer”.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Life On The Cutting Edge
Today I decided to redesign the inside of my equipment trailer. Every few years the efficiency guru hiding inside me comes out for a check-up and today was the day.
The morning started out a bit rough. While unloading the trailer, one of my two-wheel carts locked up. I tugged and tugged and it finally broke free, taking a big hunk of the end of my finger with it. This would have probably been a good time to consider the fact that I make my living playing the piano and working on the computer, both of which are fairly finger intensive activities. Nope, that never crossed my mind. I washed off the blood, stuck most of the flap of skin back where I think it was originally, slapped some tape on it and off I went! (Before you freak out on me, it wasn't really that serious an injury and I'm sure it will heal fine in a few days... I hope.)
I decided some shelves would add a nice touch along one wall, which meant only one thing... I got to use my POWER TOOLS!!!!! Most of the tools I have once belonged to my father. Dad was also an efficiency buff and knew all those safety guards just slow you down, so he took them off. It's pretty cool - big, sharp saw blades spinning right out in the open like a James Bond finale. It's easy to see what you're doing, because there's nothing between you and impending injury but sawdust-filled air. You must pay close attention or it's bye-bye gloves, hello mittens.
As I sit here at my desk at the end of the day, I think back on all the boards I pushed through the table saw, by hand of course. (No further injuries, praise the Lord!) I just realized something - I'm not very smart. Anyone who does what I do should be a little more protective of his phalanges (that's finger bones in case you were wondering). Why does that seem so clear to me now that I'm finished? Maybe I should blog BEFORE I build. There's an interesting idea...
The morning started out a bit rough. While unloading the trailer, one of my two-wheel carts locked up. I tugged and tugged and it finally broke free, taking a big hunk of the end of my finger with it. This would have probably been a good time to consider the fact that I make my living playing the piano and working on the computer, both of which are fairly finger intensive activities. Nope, that never crossed my mind. I washed off the blood, stuck most of the flap of skin back where I think it was originally, slapped some tape on it and off I went! (Before you freak out on me, it wasn't really that serious an injury and I'm sure it will heal fine in a few days... I hope.)
I decided some shelves would add a nice touch along one wall, which meant only one thing... I got to use my POWER TOOLS!!!!! Most of the tools I have once belonged to my father. Dad was also an efficiency buff and knew all those safety guards just slow you down, so he took them off. It's pretty cool - big, sharp saw blades spinning right out in the open like a James Bond finale. It's easy to see what you're doing, because there's nothing between you and impending injury but sawdust-filled air. You must pay close attention or it's bye-bye gloves, hello mittens.
As I sit here at my desk at the end of the day, I think back on all the boards I pushed through the table saw, by hand of course. (No further injuries, praise the Lord!) I just realized something - I'm not very smart. Anyone who does what I do should be a little more protective of his phalanges (that's finger bones in case you were wondering). Why does that seem so clear to me now that I'm finished? Maybe I should blog BEFORE I build. There's an interesting idea...
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
High (Tech) Rollers
Our local roller rink has WiFi. Who would have thought? Tonight is PTA skate night and here I am with my third grader. I asked if it was OK for me to take my laptop and do a little work while she was going around in circles. I got the go-ahead. Imagine my surprise when I opened my macBook and up popped a wireless internet connection! How cool.
I can't chat long, there are important things to do. The limbo contest just finished, I'm bopping to "Hey Mickey" and waiting for the evening's highlight - the Chicken Dance/Hokey Pokey marathon.
Maybe tonight will be the night when they call our ticket number and we'll win the big pickle! Life don't get much better than that!
I can't chat long, there are important things to do. The limbo contest just finished, I'm bopping to "Hey Mickey" and waiting for the evening's highlight - the Chicken Dance/Hokey Pokey marathon. Maybe tonight will be the night when they call our ticket number and we'll win the big pickle! Life don't get much better than that!
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Greetings from the Road!
It is a beautiful, cool Sunday afternoon, Pam is driving and I am sitting beside her with laptop on lap. We had a great concert this morning in Blairsburg, IA and are headed home. No concert tonight so we get to see our kiddos! Yeah!!!
Pam and I just filled up with gas in Des Moines. (Here's a picture of us in the car at the station!) > > > > >
We had an interesting discussion about Esther, our GPS. She (Esther that is) gets upset when we make stops off our designated route. She rattles off a constant stream of “RECALCULATING”, “RECALCULATING” and gives us updated directions to get back on track. She doesn’t say anything else, but you can hear the contempt in her voice. I know what she’s thinking, “Stupid humans, can’t you even follow simple directions?” Sometimes she gets so worked up we have to turn her volume off until we get back on the highway.
Anyhow, Pam and I were pondering why GPS units have female voices. We decided it must be something like this. Men are so used to having women tell them where to go they follow without question. Women, on the other hand, know that men never ask for directions even when we’re lost, so why should they trust a computerized man to get them to the right place. I’ve seen Pam argue with our GPS about a better way to get where we are going. A male GPS would probably just say, “Yes, dear.”
Whatever the case, Esther is our friend and we love her. Which brings up another question. Why do people name their GPSs? Hmmmm...
Pam and I just filled up with gas in Des Moines. (Here's a picture of us in the car at the station!) > > > > >We had an interesting discussion about Esther, our GPS. She (Esther that is) gets upset when we make stops off our designated route. She rattles off a constant stream of “RECALCULATING”, “RECALCULATING” and gives us updated directions to get back on track. She doesn’t say anything else, but you can hear the contempt in her voice. I know what she’s thinking, “Stupid humans, can’t you even follow simple directions?” Sometimes she gets so worked up we have to turn her volume off until we get back on the highway.
Anyhow, Pam and I were pondering why GPS units have female voices. We decided it must be something like this. Men are so used to having women tell them where to go they follow without question. Women, on the other hand, know that men never ask for directions even when we’re lost, so why should they trust a computerized man to get them to the right place. I’ve seen Pam argue with our GPS about a better way to get where we are going. A male GPS would probably just say, “Yes, dear.”
Whatever the case, Esther is our friend and we love her. Which brings up another question. Why do people name their GPSs? Hmmmm...
Friday, September 7, 2007
Are You a Chip or a Dip?
This morning I went for a walk with the famous bible teacher J. Vernon McGee. He wasn't actually there, since he passed away in 1988, but he did share his thoughts courtesy of my mp3 player. JV said something that really stuck in my head. He was talking about Matthew 5 when Jesus called us to be "salt of the earth." He added, "salt is supposed to make you thirsty." What a great thought! Our job is not to meet everybody's needs. Our job is to make them thirsty for Jesus, the "living water," who is the only one that can meet all their needs.
My favorite salty food is chips. Any kind, any flavor, any time of the day. I especially love Mexican restaurants where you get a big bowl of chips the moment you sit down. You can't help but dig in. That's what I want my life to be - a big bowl of tortilla chips. You may prefer to be more of a pretzel, Frito or even the ever popular cheese puff. It doesn't matter, we're all appetizers and Jesus is the meal. Yummy!
My favorite salty food is chips. Any kind, any flavor, any time of the day. I especially love Mexican restaurants where you get a big bowl of chips the moment you sit down. You can't help but dig in. That's what I want my life to be - a big bowl of tortilla chips. You may prefer to be more of a pretzel, Frito or even the ever popular cheese puff. It doesn't matter, we're all appetizers and Jesus is the meal. Yummy!
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Light My Fire - NOT!
First it was exploding gas stations, then smoking sewers, and now...
I received a recall notice in the mail for my van. Apparently the company has discovered a defect in the cruise control switch which they will fix it if I take my car to my nearest dealer. No problem, that sounds pretty minor. I read on in the letter and found that the repair will involve installing a fuse and will only take a few minutes. Then I come to this sentence, "Until you have the recall service performed, park your vehicle away from structures to prevent a potential underhood fire from spreading."
Wait a minute! This is the same van that has been parked in my garage for the last seven years. Have we been living with a "potential fire" right under our roof all this time? My family, hovering on the brink of a fiery death and totally unaware. That's somewhat disturbing.
Trust me, I'm not the paranoid type. I haven't rushed to the car dealer, quaking with fear. I'll stop in sometime this week when I'm out and about. It does make me think that there is probably more danger around than I'm aware of. That makes me glad God is watching over me. I'll sleep sound tonight, even though the van is parked in the garage.
I received a recall notice in the mail for my van. Apparently the company has discovered a defect in the cruise control switch which they will fix it if I take my car to my nearest dealer. No problem, that sounds pretty minor. I read on in the letter and found that the repair will involve installing a fuse and will only take a few minutes. Then I come to this sentence, "Until you have the recall service performed, park your vehicle away from structures to prevent a potential underhood fire from spreading."
Wait a minute! This is the same van that has been parked in my garage for the last seven years. Have we been living with a "potential fire" right under our roof all this time? My family, hovering on the brink of a fiery death and totally unaware. That's somewhat disturbing.
Trust me, I'm not the paranoid type. I haven't rushed to the car dealer, quaking with fear. I'll stop in sometime this week when I'm out and about. It does make me think that there is probably more danger around than I'm aware of. That makes me glad God is watching over me. I'll sleep sound tonight, even though the van is parked in the garage.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Keepin' It Between The Lines
I have a new book to read. Before bed tonight, my oldest daughter brought me the 14th and final book in the "Remnants" series. This is a sci-fi book about a small band of survivors after a huge meteor has destroyed the earth. Bummer. For the last year and a half, we have been reading these books together. It became kind of a friendly competition to see who would finish the next one first. Many times she has gotten frustrated with me, because I'm a faster reader and would pull into the lead. For this final book, I was the gracious dad and promised not to start until my daughter finished. Reading a story big enough to fill 14 books is quite an accomplishment, and I didn't want to ruin it for her.
The best part is, these books have been another way for us to connect. My reading shows her that I am interested in her world. Better yet, it gives us something to talk about that is just between us. Nobody else has a clue who Jobs and MoSteel are and who will be next to go worm. It is our own special world, as big as our imagination, but small enough to be cozy for two.
It's not really the words we read that are important. The important ones are not in print at all. I hope my sweetheart looks close enough to see the real message. For you see, there is an "I love you" between each line.
The best part is, these books have been another way for us to connect. My reading shows her that I am interested in her world. Better yet, it gives us something to talk about that is just between us. Nobody else has a clue who Jobs and MoSteel are and who will be next to go worm. It is our own special world, as big as our imagination, but small enough to be cozy for two.
It's not really the words we read that are important. The important ones are not in print at all. I hope my sweetheart looks close enough to see the real message. For you see, there is an "I love you" between each line.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Whaaaa???
I saw this sign yesterday and had to drive around the block to make sure I read it right. Is it just me, or is this a bit disturbing? What are they talking about? If there is smoke coming from the sewer I have my doubts that it is sanitary. The other option seems to be they are trying to smoke the sanitary sewage. And you thought tobacco was harmful!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
I Can Feel It
I finally did it. I bought a laptop computer. My wife has a laptop. My 12-yr-old has a laptop. My 9-yr-old has mom's old laptop. I was feeling a bit left out.
I may have been last, but it was worth the wait. I got a Macbook Pro!! As a songwriter I didn't really have a choice. I noticed at the Write About Jesus Christian Songwriters convention last year that to be a serious songslinger, 3 things are required: a shiny silver MacBook, a cell phone (any variety will do) and an iPod. Now I am complete. Actually, I don't have an iPod, but my phone plays mp3s so that will have to do.
The amazing thing is, I do feel more creative. I'm not sure if it is the peer pressure or what, but who cares! In the short time I have had my new mac I've started a blog (which you are reading), finished 2 songs and captured a bunch of melodic ideas that may fit into songs in the future.
Not only did I write some tunes, I recorded a pretty good song demo, uploaded it to the web, received some great critiques and suggestions from a couple of my songwriting buddies, re-wrote and reposted it - all in less than 24 hours! I've also been invited to co-write with a very successful writer in Nashville. I can go, confident in the fact that even if my latest creative effort stinks, at least I'll look like a songwriter.
It will be interesting to see how my new mac affects our next CD. I know it is just a tool, but better tools make better finished projects. Of course, for it to be excellent, God is going to have to pitch in on the writing like He has in the past. I wonder if God has a laptop? I wonder if God has a lap? Hmmmmm...
I may have been last, but it was worth the wait. I got a Macbook Pro!! As a songwriter I didn't really have a choice. I noticed at the Write About Jesus Christian Songwriters convention last year that to be a serious songslinger, 3 things are required: a shiny silver MacBook, a cell phone (any variety will do) and an iPod. Now I am complete. Actually, I don't have an iPod, but my phone plays mp3s so that will have to do.
The amazing thing is, I do feel more creative. I'm not sure if it is the peer pressure or what, but who cares! In the short time I have had my new mac I've started a blog (which you are reading), finished 2 songs and captured a bunch of melodic ideas that may fit into songs in the future.
Not only did I write some tunes, I recorded a pretty good song demo, uploaded it to the web, received some great critiques and suggestions from a couple of my songwriting buddies, re-wrote and reposted it - all in less than 24 hours! I've also been invited to co-write with a very successful writer in Nashville. I can go, confident in the fact that even if my latest creative effort stinks, at least I'll look like a songwriter.
It will be interesting to see how my new mac affects our next CD. I know it is just a tool, but better tools make better finished projects. Of course, for it to be excellent, God is going to have to pitch in on the writing like He has in the past. I wonder if God has a laptop? I wonder if God has a lap? Hmmmmm...
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Are We Qualified?
Last night, while I was filling my car up with gasoline, I noticed the "Static Electricity Explosion" warning label. Apparently, the mere act of opening your car door during the fueling process can create a spark and ... KABOOM! Wow, has this ever happened to anyone?
Think about it, if the gas station is such a potentially explosive area that shutting your door or using your cellphone can set the whole thing off, are we normal people really qualified to pump our own gas? Shouldn't we at least be required to take special explosives classes or wear a blast suit like the bomb squad? And how about the folks who by their driving skills exhibit far less than average intelligence?
If I owned a gas station, I'd be running out the door yelling, "Don't touch that hose!!! Get in your cars and drive CAREFULLY away. Go, GO!!"
This must be a new problem. I can remember long ago when the station attendants used to come pump the gas for you with lit cigarettes hanging out of their mouths. I guess ignorance truly is bliss.
Oh well, my van's gas gauge is sitting on empty, too. If you don't hear from me again, you'll know what happened. RIP
Think about it, if the gas station is such a potentially explosive area that shutting your door or using your cellphone can set the whole thing off, are we normal people really qualified to pump our own gas? Shouldn't we at least be required to take special explosives classes or wear a blast suit like the bomb squad? And how about the folks who by their driving skills exhibit far less than average intelligence?
If I owned a gas station, I'd be running out the door yelling, "Don't touch that hose!!! Get in your cars and drive CAREFULLY away. Go, GO!!"
This must be a new problem. I can remember long ago when the station attendants used to come pump the gas for you with lit cigarettes hanging out of their mouths. I guess ignorance truly is bliss.
Oh well, my van's gas gauge is sitting on empty, too. If you don't hear from me again, you'll know what happened. RIP
Monday, August 27, 2007
the beginning...
creative Phil: "So what are we up to today?"
business Phil: "We've got a full schedule. There are e-mails to answer, documents to write, forms to fill, calls to make. Busy, Busy, Busy."
creative Phil: "What about playing the piano or writing some songs?"
business Phil: "We don't have time to play, we've got work to do!! Come on, let's wash up and get started."
creative Phil: "oh."
business Phil: "Wait, where are you going? Don't shut that door. Hey, don't lock me in the bathroom!! Come back!"
creative Phil: "Now the fun begins..."
business Phil: "We've got a full schedule. There are e-mails to answer, documents to write, forms to fill, calls to make. Busy, Busy, Busy."
creative Phil: "What about playing the piano or writing some songs?"
business Phil: "We don't have time to play, we've got work to do!! Come on, let's wash up and get started."
creative Phil: "oh."
business Phil: "Wait, where are you going? Don't shut that door. Hey, don't lock me in the bathroom!! Come back!"
creative Phil: "Now the fun begins..."
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