Archive | April 25, 2012


This is a remarkable insight from another blogger’s son. I hope my tribe will be so farsighted.

Refusing to Tiptoe

As we were leaving the Chimpanzee movie last week, I expressed to Caleb my frustration with the bad guys (or evil chimps) in the movie. 

Caleb paused. 

Then, using his gift of goodness, he gently corrected his mother.

You’re only seeing what the producer of the movie wanted you to see and the way he wanted you to see it.

Allowing the truth to soak in briefly, Caleb explained.

Scar and his guys were hungry, too.

But, the movie didn’t show us that part.

He was right.  I’d taken the bait.  Hook, line and sinker.  I was mad at Scar and his gnarly chimps for attacking Freddy’s troop.  (Because that’s where cute Oscar lived.) 

I’d only looked at the surface of what the film had provided. 

coins 1 by derbeth via flickr

Caleb, on the flip side, perceived the other group of chimps in a different light.  Realizing they were hungry, he had compassion for them.  Even when…

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Raised voices


There are several video links in this post; each one will open in a new window.

Music is a big part of our lives; there’s usually a CD going in the kitchen, and if the TV is on, there’s a decent chance that it’s tuned to one of the Music Choice stations.  Worship songs, kids’ tunes, blues, jazz, 80’s pop, hair bands, Motown, beach music, classical, opera, big band, and occasionally some early rap or old country songs form an eclectic soundtrack for our days.

Usually, someone is singing.  Last night, we all were, though not necessarily at the same time, and I had the good fortune to capture some of it on video.  Beanie belted out “Jesus Loves Me,” although it took two tries to get that on video, while Bugaboo warbled, “Do, Lord.”  Even Baby Guy got into the act while I was singing the nightly lullabies in a vain attempt to calm the tribe before they went to bed and I went to run a couple of errands.  I regret to report that I was unable to record Mr. Man’s version of “ABC.”

We did notice, during our impromptu evening concert that featured such golden hits as, “The Billboard Song,” “Down by the Station,” and “The Battle of New Orleans,” Beanie and Bugaboo need a little practice with listening respectfully to each other.  I had noticed that each tended to interrupt the other’s hearing her instructions while doing schoolwork, but chalked that up more to poor lesson sequencing on my part. Luckily, that’s an easy one to remedy, and we can probably make up a song about it as we go.  Come to think of it, all four of the tiny people’s response to music is such that I should probably try raising my voice in song instead of a shout when I need to redirect them.  It’s worth a try, and will certainly be easier on my throat.

Today’s prayer:  Lord, it was said by Your servant Augustine that when we sing, we pray twice.  Thank You for voices we can lift in song and prayer, and for the ability to make our song understood.  Your blessings understand that the angels sing Your praises, as song is mentioned over a thousand times in Your love letters to us.  Please help us remember that music can lift our souls and strengthen us, can bring us closer to You, and help us learn faith along with history, letters, and numbers, but that we can also pollute the minds You have given us by taking pleasure from music that sullies the dignity of Your children.  Help us choose our songs wisely and lovingly.