A Bull Named Fumanchu

I sincerely like a LOT of different kinds of music. I have already confessed to all of you several times that I do not listen to "Contemporary Christian" music like I should.....but I DO like it. Promise! I guess there are only two types of music that I refuse to listen to, and they are Hard Acid Rock and Rap. I don't have any use for either one. I won't judge you if you like either or both, but I also don't understand what there is to like. I don't think I am alone.

Last night coming back from Memphis, Jan and I were listening to what I would call a soft rock station. It's called "the River".....104.5 for any of you folks traveling thru the River-City any time soon. Anyway, Tim McGraw's song "Live Like You Were Dying" came on. I had heard the song several times before, but it REALLY hit me between the eyes last night. I don't know if it was because we were coming from having been with Matt and he just had his 25th b-day, therefore I MUST be getting older, or if it is the awareness that my dad is not in good health, or Jan's dad and mom having health problems, or Keith Brenton talking about his dad passing.......but WHATEVER it was, it got my attention last night. How would you live if you KNEW you were dying? I think of Barbara Moore and Barby Smith, and how they lived once they knew they were dying. Dirk Smith shared with me how some of his mom's perspectives changed after she was sick. Many of you may have lost loved ones who knew the time was short. Did you see a change?

I love the line from the song that says "One day I hope you GET A CHANCE to live like you were dying". McGraw went on to sing that the effect it had on him was that he "loved deeper, spoke sweeter, and gave forgiveness I'd been denying". Guess what......we each DO have that chance, don't we?!? We get our "chance" every day to live like we are dying......cause the truth is we ARE dying.

In closing, it hit me that I have read about one person who lived every day like he knew he was dying. He was a from a far away place called Nazareth. Yeah, EVERYDAY he lived like he was dying. And like Tim, he loved deeper, spoke sweeter, and gave forgiveness where some were denying it. If we take the admonition of the "Hebrews" writer and "fix our eyes" on this one from Nazareth, I am convinced we will live like we are dying also. And that will be a good thing.

It might even motivate me to ride a bull named "Fumanchu". Some of you would pay good money to see that, huh? Don't hold your breath! :)

I'm off to Tulsa the first part of this week, so no more bloggin for me. Maybe I'll hear some more good ole country songs. Ya think?