Joy is not in what you have or who others say you are or even who you think you are. It’s who you are in Christ. Behave with joy.
I could have told Honey when he opened the Netflix envelope that 9pm is approx 1 hour and 4 minutes too late to start something if you want to see the ending. But, it was Saturday night, therefore, since hope springs eternal in the mind of those who can’t remember last Saturday night, we hit the start button.
One hour and 4 minutes later, “we have to be at the church early for sound check, we’d better pick this up tomorrow. But it’s so good…eh….I’m not making it to the end.” So we paused it and picked it up again right after church so we could still take a nap at 3:00.
We don’t go to concerts for several reasons, top of the list being they’re crowded. First, you pay an unreasonable amount of money for a ticket in the nosebleed section so off in the wings if the performer is not on the front edge of the stage, you may as well be at home listening to the CD. Or the DVD.
“This guy has more talent in his left ear lobe…..”
“Wasn’t that fun going to his concert with the Dales? It was worth the parking, the walking, the price, the crowd, the not so good seats…. he’s good.”
We’ve gone to one music concert in our entire relationship in 36 years. We’ve gone to hockey games, baseball games, the state fair, all of which involve parking in the Australian outback, too much money, high priced bad food, and crowds but this guy was worth it all.
“Oh! I love this one! Turn it up…. is there still some coffee?”
…the Copa, Copa Cababaaaaana…
One hand on the waist, the other holding the coffee cup, movin’ to the beat, movin’ the feet, all the way to the recliner sofa…
Didn’t slosh a drop.
About this time in the story telling, any one of my kids will have his/her hand over his/her face, shaking his/her head and making “uuuuuuuu..” moans. Oh, well…
…Copa Cabaaana….
“Do you mind if I play that one again?”
“You know, he just doesn’t stand at the mike and yell. Well, I’m woofed. Think I’ll lay down for a while.”
We’ll have to rent that one again sometime.
Across the Flow 