We had a memorial service for my mom last Sunday in the town where I grew up. (She died in January.)
One of the anecdotes that gained a lot of traction was the story of my mom teaching us sunday school kids the song, "I'm no kin to the monkey." Here's how the chorus goes...
I'm no kin to the monkey
The monkey's no kin to me
I don't know much about your ancestors
But mine didn't swing from a tree
My mom was a passionate, fervent, unwavering Christian from the day she was born. Unfortunately, her theology didn't get much deeper than that.
If you'd like to get the full effect of this gem of a song, watch this!
Friday, April 8, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Anyways, yesterday I found this free-verse poem that I had written as a teenager.
People use many things to look for God.
I was no exception.
First, the magnifying glass came in handy.
I examined many things but always kept my proper distance for fear of distortion.
I wasn't seeing what I wanted to see, so I graduated to binoculars. With both eyes open I would surely see something.
Disappointment raged when, again, all I saw were things.
In desperation I grabbed a telescope. If God was not to be found in the universe, all was in vain.
I finally saw! That there was nothing to see.
I ended my search, pulled the glass from my eye, and found Him!
Under my nose.
What do you think? How does it resonate with your search?