It’s Better than the Alternative…

The Watoto Children’s Choir just visited our church.

They are orphans from Africa who have been given a second family through the Watoto Child Care Ministry.

These 22 kids, ranging in age from 7 to 13, travel the States for 6 months, performing, raising awareness, sharing their stories, and raising funds for the program. They have about 10 adult Chaperones, and stay in host homes – sometimes 4 or 5 different places each week.

They usually have a Saturday night concert, late night, then up before dawn to prep for Sunday morning, which could be one two or three services. whew.

I was worn slap out from just observing.

So I started thinking about their schedule. About the strangers’ homes. And about their safety.

I asked Drew and our Children’s Minister about it, and they both said: “Well, these kids were abandoned, homeless, child soldiers, or worse. Spending 6 months traveling and singing in the United States is much better than the alternative.”

At some point, in the middle of one of my mid-sleep morning revelations, I thought to myself: Yes, my reality can be difficult at times. But I am to focus on the fact that God gave His son for me. Isn’t that good enough? Isn’t that love enough? Going through all this with hope of Heaven to come is much better than the alternative. Right?

So today I’m searching for a hint of gratitude, reminding myself that things really are better than the alternative.

What are you thankful for today?

Tell me about your formers…

So… I’ve got a witty-sense-of-humor crush on Cole Harmonson, @PreMiddleAge. There. I said it.

And, upon recently reading her bio, I noticed two things:

1) She has only chosen to tell us what men have to say about her – even her nephew. She doesn’t include a single descriptive from the females in her life. (You know I’m gonna analyze that.)

2) She has a lot of former identifiers. ie: former congressional intern. (She is much more interesting than this particular former.)

So let’s share some “formers” today:

I’m a former Vidalia Sweet Onion telemarketer, former VW bug driver, former librarian, former parking lot painter, former personal assistant.

Ok. you’re turn.

Conversations with Other Women

I watched that movie the other night – “Conversations with Other Women.

Interesting on so many levels. I wasn’t crazy about some of the language and scenes, but the entire movie was split screen. Fascinating. Creative. And captivating.

Anyway, I went looking for a song. I read somewhere that if you listen, you can hear song lyrics in conversations anywhere – especially in movie dialog. There’s gotta be a song in here somewhere:

“The illusion of effortlessness requires a great effort, indeed.”

“If old times were any good, we wouldn’t let them get old.”

“All this heartache because you wouldn’t dance with me…”

“There’s something about you that sends me in the opposite direction.”

“Sometimes I long for a little misery, though. It can be terribly romantic.”

“The man who marries you should be extraordinary.”

“She’s one of those who sees things better in the dark.”

“I am available to tolerate you in your golden years.”

“Milk, once spilled, cannot unspill.”