Me. I cleaned out my inbox. I’m a rockstar.
Now, I feel so… clean.
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Me. I cleaned out my inbox. I’m a rockstar.
Now, I feel so… clean.
HashtagFreshToDeath
I’ve always been a fan of Big Band music. Glenn Miller is, of course, king. Here’s one of my faves plus lyrics as per my uszh. Enjoy, my lovelies.
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THE LITTLE MAN WHO WASN’T THERE
(Harold Adamson / Bernie Hanighen)
Glenn Miller & His Orch.(vocal: Tex Beneke) – 1939
Larry Clinton & His Orch.(vocal: Ford Leary) – 1939
Bob Crosby & His Orch.(vocal: Teddy Grace) – 1939
Jack Teagarden & His Orch.(vocal: Teagarden) – 1939
Mildred Bailey – 1939
(Tex Beneke whistling)
GLENN MILLER: Hello there, Texas, whatcha say? Are you whistling in the dark just to scare the ghost away?
TEX BENEKE: I know there’s something following me that I can’t see Someone sure laid an awful hex on me!
GLENN MILLER: A hex? Ah, Tex, that’s pretty far-fetched Man, I’d say you’re just a little bit tetched!
TEX BENEKE: You’d got a load of what I saw last night You’d pass the Yankee Clipper on its maiden flight!
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all
Go away, go away
Don’t you come back any more
Go away, go away
And please don’t slam the door…..(SLAM!)
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away
Today I am utterly broken by the love of God. I’m in grief over the ones who scorn him. I’m aching to love him and aching for those I love to love him as well.
God, I pray you open the eyes of our heart as Paul prayed in Ephesians 1:17. I long to see you and I long for those whom I love to see you. Thank you for your grace and mercy. I thank you that you love us as we are and not as we should be.
I leave you, beloved, with this: A song and 5 quotes by Rich Mullins. Enjoy.
Christianity is not about building an absolutely secure little niche in the world where you can live with your perfect little wife and your perfect little children in your beautiful little house where you have no gays or minority groups anywhere near you. Christianity is about learning to love like Jesus loved and Jesus loved the poor and Jesus loved the broken.
Never forget what Jesus did for you. Never take lightly what it cost Him. And never assume that if it cost Him His very life, that it won’t also cost you yours.
I grew up hearing everyone tell me ‘God loves you’. I would say big deal, God loves everybody. That don’t make me special! That just proves that God ain’t got no taste. And, I don’t think He does. Thank God! Because He takes the junk of our lives and makes the most beautiful art.
I take comfort in knowing that it was the shepherds to whom the angels appeared when they announced Christ’s birth. Invariably throughout the course of history, God has appeared to people on the fringes. It’s nice to find theological justification for your quirks.
I look back over the events of my life and see the hands that carried Moses to his grave lifting me out of mine. In remembering I go back to these places where God met me and I meet him again and I lay my head on his breast, and he shows me the land beyond the Jordan and I suck into my lungs the fragrance of his breath, the power of his presence.
Digging this song today. We watched Ragamuffin again recently and I gotta say that movie always messes with me. And then I listen to Rich Mullins obsessively for days. So enjoy the song. Lyrics below. Check out the movie. It’s a tear-jerker.
Now the plumber’s got a drip in his spigot
The mechanic’s got a clank in his car
And the preacher’s thinking thoughts that are wicked
And the lover’s got a lonely heart
My friends ain’t the way I wish they were
They are just the way they are
And I will be my brother’s keeper
Not the one who judges him
I won’t despise him for his weakness
I won’t regard him for his strength
I won’t take away his freedom
I will help him learn to stand
And I will, I will be my brother’s keeper
Now this roof has got a few missing shingles
But at least we got ourselves a roof
And they say that she’s a fallen angel
I wonder if she recalls when she last flew
There’s no point in pointing fingers
Unless you’re pointing to the truth
And I will be my brother’s keeper
Not the one who judges him
I won’t despise him for his weakness
I won’t regard him for his strength
I won’t take away his freedom
I will help him learn to stand
And I will, I will be my brother’s keeper
I will be my brother’s keeper
Not the one who judges him
I won’t despise him for his weakness
I won’t regard him for his strength
I won’t take away his freedom
I will help him learn to stand
And I will, I will be my brother’s keeper