Keeping the Beat

This Labor Day weekend, we took some time to talk about taking a day off…just like many of you are doing today.  Life was meant to run at a certain pace, to play to a certain beat.  If we don’t get the rhythm of life right, thing are much more difficult than they might otherwise be.  Keep reading to learn a powerful tool that will help us keep on beat with the rhythm of life.  Happy Labor Day.

Keeping the Beat

When playing the drum set, one of the first things you learn is how to play “time.”  Indeed, much drum set music as a part in an ensemble will have several measures that are blank with the exception of a line with two little dots right in the middle which indicates you’re supposed to play “time.”  Now, if you don’t know music lingo, you may be wondering why the drummer is supposed to beat on a clock.  Let me explain. Read the rest…

A Difficult Journey

In this second part of our series, Hard Sayings, we looked a bit more closely at the hard saying from last week that following Jesus is hard.  Here we have reaffirmed for us the difficulty of remaining faithful over the long haul, but we also get a bit of a reprieve: The rewards are pretty good as well.  Keep reading to see how this unfolds.

A Difficult Journey

When was the last time you did something that was hard, but which left you feeling like you’d done something worthwhile?  That’s a really good feeling, isn’t it?  You work hard, make some sacrifices even, and come out on top.  Like you, I’ve done this kind of thing a few times, but probably the thing that stands out the most to me was learning to play the drums.  I started when I was in seventh grade.  I had played the trumpet in sixth grade, but then I got braces.  Braces and the trumpet do not play well together.  Drums didn’t hurt.  I started taking lessons almost immediately from a teacher in my neighborhood.  That teacher moved.  I found another one.  I didn’t like him at all.  Found a third teacher who was great and stuck with him all the way through high school and into college.  And I practiced.  Much to my parents’…and probably the neighbors’ too…chagrin, I practice a lot.  Then I got to college.  I took more lessons and played with the percussion ensemble.  In fact, I played a lot, not only with the various university ensembles, but I also started playing with different bands including getting to tour and cut a cd with a rock band of some friends when their previous drummer quit. Read the rest…