Whats in a name?

I am singing in a new mixed quartet. Reed, Erin Dan and I. We've been at it a couple of months now. We're tying to come up with a name. Once you choose one you are stuck with it, so you want to choose wisely. I would like it to be clever. I prefer short, easily identified, easy to spell and pronounce. Lacking in "hokiness" is important to me too. When we rehearse I write in on my calender as "REDD" - Reed, Erin, Dan & Dianne. Nobody is going for that one. But we have to call ourselves something, right?

Some of the ones we have come up with that I like are: Beyond Words; Pass Me Not; Lost and Found; Follow the Leader; Off the Page; No Other Name; Testament; and so many more.

But as yet we haven't agreed on one.

Whats in a name? Got any suggestions?

Accentuate the positive

The preacher at my church challenged us to everyday name 100 ways the Lord blessed us. What a novel idea. It sure would accentuate the positive. So I though I would start trying. Here goes...

1. I am loved, even though sometimes I am clearly unloveable.
2. I have all that I need and then some.
3. I am healthy and whole.
4. My children are healthy and whole.
5. My husband is good natured.
6. I can rest on God's promises.
7. I have been through tough times and I'm still here.
8. I have been enjoying a respite from hard times.
9. I love my home and am happy to be there.
10. My husband is my home.
11. I am hard headed but I can learn.
12. I have many friends I love and feel the love returned.
13. I get to play piano and get paid.
14. I do not have to go without.
15. I live in a free country.
16. I do not live in fear.
17. I know where I am going when I die.
18. I know better than to take things for granted.
19. I am blessed with good friends.

This is a devotional reading I recently found. It is written by one of my favorite christian choral music arrangers - I think it's very good. I copied it from Randy Vader's website.

It Is Still A Wonder

This is a time of remembrance when the Body of Christ around the world observes the events that led to the last week of the earthly ministry of Jesus, the Christ. This is a time of triumph and tragedy, devotion and deceit, discipleship and denial. This is the season of the Cross. The journey that began before the foundation of the world, measured in terms known only in eternity, was finally measured in the tortured footsteps of the Master as He made His way to Calvary.

Calvary. It may seem that all of this occurred on a hill too far away, too far removed from our life to speak to us and our need for this great a sacrifice. We cannot stand in the distance and expect to experience the magnitude of the Cross. We must draw near. We must face what we can never understand. We must confront the ravaged, spotless Lamb to gain just a glimpse of our stain of sin. The Cross cannot be explained away. The Cross cannot be ignored. The Cross cannot be stripped of its cruelty and shame. The Cross cannot and will not be denied. We must approach and bear personal witness to the reality of the Cross to remove the slightest shred of doubt. To know once and for all - this must be true - this could not be myth or legend - for it is impossible to imagine the unthinkable.

He was wounded for our transgressions. He was bruised for our iniquities. The chastisement of our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53:5

The invitation stands. . .come survey the wondrous Cross.

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Issac Watts

Reading from Randy Vader and John Fischer
On A Hill Too Far Away

Reminders and Remembering

It's that time of year again. March - some call it March madness, which I sometimes think is applicable in my life. One of my most favorites things in the whole world happens in March! On March the 7th of 1982 something wonderful happened to me - Bradley Hilton - my little baby boy. He's 26 years old this year - hardly a baby. More and more like a man - a real man. With quirks and strength of character and all the wonderful things that make him uniquely Brad. I have always called him "my little God-send" since he came at a time when I needed something to ground me and center me and give me a little sanity. He did that as a child, for both me and my mother. From time to time he still offers me that grounding and centering, although he's no so much of the "sanity" anymore. He knows that March is a tough month and yet he never complains. He makes me proud everyday that I get to be his mom.

Sometimes March brings Easter - not very often, especially this early. But this is one of those years and I love Easter. It's a time of promise and a reminder of what Christ willingly did for us. And we all need to be reminded on a regular basis - that's the true and valuable way to stay "centered".

But then March has a cruel edge to it too. On March the 9th of 1996 Kelly died. So unexpected and randomly cruel. She just took a short ride in the wrong car and all her tomorrows ended abruptly. She would be 30 years old this year. I often wonder what she would be like? Would she go to college? Would she have a job that she loves? Would she find the love of her life and marry him? Would she have any kids? Would she call and visit often enough to suit us? Would she have a good sense of humor? These questions will never be answered. This year Mike and I purchased an anthem for the choir at my church to sing in memory of Kelly. We'll be singing that anthem in church this Sunday. It is titled "Be Still My Soul" - not the one you think you know though it is just as beautiful. This one was written by Kim Noblitt and it expresses the only way to get through the unexplained. You can hear in the video below.

Just 3 years later on March 25 of 1999, my mother died. It's not that it was so unexpected, but more unexplained. Sure, we know 'how' she died, it just doesn't explain why so young. She was only 67. That may not technically seem all that young, but when you couple that with the fact that she actually lost the capability the live her own life 5 years before at around the age of 62, it seems awfully young to me. She had Pick's disease and she spent the last years of her life with virtually no quality of life and absolutely no warning of what was coming. My husband will turn 60 on his birthday this year so 62 and 67 seem very young to me. She never got to enjoy her last grand-child, Savannah. She never really even knew she had her first great-grandchild, RaeAnne. She never knew Kelly died. She was still alive for all these events, but this disease was so cruel it robbed her of her life and it robbed us of the last few years of her life. It was difficult to watch it ravage her and then just as abruptly as the disease began, it ended and she was gone. I miss her still. She would be so proud of Brad, she would be so happy for Larry, she'd be fascinated to see how we all turned out and I know she's watching.

I guess what I am trying to say is March is full of madness - good and bad. Anyway I jumbled all that up into this video.