Showing posts with label God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label God. Show all posts

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Tony & Sarah's Rehearsal (And Other Day Before the Wedding Festivities)

July 23rd - Early that morning I left the rental house that all of us Bridesmaids had stayed in the night of the Bachelorette party and headed home. I got ready for our rehearsal that morning and headed with Thomas, Johnny & Luis to the church. Luis freaked out (probably squealed) when I informed him that Tony & Sarah were getting married in the same chapel that Jessica Simpson got married in.

I got to practice my song with Jack, which was nice because I had yet to sing it out loud! What was more nerve-wracking for the guys was the fact that they were going to be singing their song all together for the first time. It was Johnny, Buddy, Mr. Matt, Jack, Luis, & Scott Saunders. They sang a mash-up of "I'm Yours" and "Somewhere Over the Rainbow." So good. SO SO SO SO SOOOOO GOOD. What was also good was the fact that I kept popping in while they were practicing to yell, "CAUSE BABY YOU'RE A FIREWORRRRK!" (Which was Luis's suggestion for songs Sarah should walk down the aisle to.)

The Bridesmaids at the Wedding Rehearsal at The Smith Family Chapel

Just hangin' out

The Bridesmaids (in particular the former LHS girls, Stefanie, Sarah & me) watching the LHS boys sing. It may or may not have brought us to tears...

Afterwards we headed over to The County Line for some DELICIOUS BBQ! :)

I believe I went home and took a nap and later on that night we headed up to a little church where we had a prayer and worship thing for Tony and Sarah. We sang some songs (well, they sang songs... I'm only well-versed in songs found in the Gather hymnal... i.e., "On Eagles Wings" or "I Am The Bread of Life") but the best part came later. We were asked in advance to have a scripture or some words of advice for the soon-to-be married couple.

I'm pretty sure ALL of them did have a scripture. The week leading up to this, I had tried looking stuff up. Every time I found something that I thought might work, it seemed... disingenuous. Back in high school, when I was a YAC member (YAC = Youth Ambassadors for Christ = Diocesan youth council for Galveston-Houston... yeah, I was kind of a big deal), I still was never much for quoting the Bible. This might have something to do with the fact that my first 15 or so years of Bible-ing was in Vietnamese.

Anyway, I finally get up there and I have to hold back tears... and I remind Sarah of the time when I dramatically told her how much she meant to me right before my last show with her. I told her how for me, on this earth, I try to "find God" in everyday things... in her case... she is God personified. Is that sacrilegious? Possibly, but I don't know.

Anyway, I reminded everyone how much music means to me and how I chose some lyrics instead of a scripture... but since that's how I think God speaks to me... it's kind of the same thing :) I chose part of the second verse of the Regina Spektor song "On The Radio." Check it:

This is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took

And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood

And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

Monday, November 1, 2010

Moving on Up!

Dear God,

Thanks! :)

It's been quite a challenge and I'm still not there, but I think you're giving me baby steps, and I think I actually prefer it this way. Thanks for knowing what's best--or, at least, I hope you do! ;)

Love,
Mel

Did I just wink at God? Anyway, for some of you who do not already know, for the past two and a half weeks or so, I've been subbing for the choir at Murchison. Coincidentally, I've been subbing with Diana Brown, an old LHS classmate! It was kind of a trip when I realized that I was subbing FOR her one day, and then I've been subbing along with her (for the other choir director who just had a baby) ever since! I'm now officially the long-term sub here and I will be until at least January 31st! I'm at a great school and I'll be working with the age group that I hope to be working with full-time soon (hopefully)! Things are looking up and I am moving forward! :)

Now... how to make my blog private so those rascals don't go finding me on the interwebs...

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom

[Spoiler Alert, because it is literally impossible for me to talk about this book the way I want to without divulging EVERYTHING that happens in it, and because I don't know how to write without telling everything anyway.]

Grade: A

Before I actually start this book review, I just wanted to state that I am officially upset at Kyle and how, despite the fact that I rarely ever see him anymore, I still am victim to his many Kyle-isms on a daily basis. For example, while typing in the title of this book in the title subject line, I almost wanted to write The Five People You MEAT in Heaven. Which, of course, would be a completely different book altogether. Probably still as interesting, but... different.

I. Loved. This. Book. I devoured it on the treadmill at Premiere Lady Fitness. It was just short of 200 pages (200 little midget pages with fairly large font) and it was some of the best 200 pages I've ever read.

The book begins at the end. I wish I had the book on hand right now to quote from it, but maybe it's better this way so I can accurately describe exactly what it was that I got from reading it. Anyway, as I was saying, the beginning is the end, or is it that the end is only the beginning? Point is, the end never really is the end, and that was great for this book, because it would be over in the first 15 pages or so if that were the case.

You meat (dammit Kyle!) meet Eddie. Do we ever learn his last name? I don't think so.  [No, but everyone called him "Eddie Maintenance" cause that's what it said on his shirt!  I remember now!]  We know that he works at Ruby Pier, an amusement park on a pier (not quite Astroworld, more... Kemah boardwalk), and that he's 83 (it was his birthday). He's not a grumpy old man, but he's not a jolly one either. He, or so he thinks, goes through life, day by day, greasing tracks, tightening bolts and, every now and then, making a kid happy by making little animal shapes with pipe cleaners. Nothing spectacular. Nothing important. Nothing done by a nobody.

He meets 5 people: The Blue Man, Captain, Ruby (of the Pier), Margeurite & Tala. Each teaching him a very different lesson. Each in a different stage (of that particular person he's meeting) of Heaven. I love Albom's portrayal of Heaven. Much like Sebold's depiction of the "in-between" in The Lovely Bones, you don't meet God. He does mention God, the existence of him at least, but he didn't make God a character. I really liked that. To me, Albom let the five people be a vessel for God. Each person was there to teach Eddie the lessons he needed to learn, the lessons that, presumably God deemed important.

The Blue Man, someone who's death Eddie had inadvertently brought on, taught the lesson that every life is connected to another. With Eddie's life, came the death of the Blue Man. This is how the world works. It's just a fact of life.

The Captain was Eddie's captain back when he served in the army. After months in captivity by Japanese soldiers during World War II in the Philippines, Eddie helps he and his fellow soldiers to escape by distracting their four captors with juggling--yes, juggling. Eventually, they overpower their captors and in revenge for all the things they were forced to endure while under their power, the soldiers set fire to the entire village. Eddie swears he sees a shadow in the hut that he just set fire to and, ignoring the pleas of his fellow soldiers to get into the transport vehicle, he attempts to run into the hut to save whoever was stuck in the hut. What happened next was one of those life-altering events that, in the eyes of Eddie, ruined his life forever. A bullet hit his leg. A bullet that would render his leg useless. A bullet that he blamed as the cause of his "nothing" life. A bullet that was shot from his own Captain's gun. The Captain tried to explain that he was trying to save Eddie's life by taking him out via crippling his leg. Fighting ensues, the Captain doesn't fight back, he lets Eddie get out his anger. The Captain explains that in life, you must make sacrifices. Ultimately, the Captain made a sacrifice in the end that gave Eddie the gift of life--lame leg or not.

Ruby. As in Ruby-Pier-Ruby. Long story, but basically, she teaches Eddie the lesson of forgiveness. Eddie, who had a complicated relationship with his father (even more complicated than usual), had to learn to forgive his father. He learns things he didn't know and, though it's difficult, he learns to let go of his anger and his hate--which is only something that tears people apart.

Then there was Margeurite. Beautiful, pretty, young, Margeurite, aka Eddie's wife. The one and only love of his life. She sounds like a wonderful wife, I hope to be one like her one day. They faked me out and made me think she died when she, in fact, had not yet, but it was still devastating anyway. Point is, she teaches Eddie about love. That love transcends space and time (cliche, I know), but that it's more than just loving someone in the basic way we know it. When she passed away, she still felt Eddie's love--it just molded into a different form. Love is forever. (The emphasis on the word "is" is to be said a la Hugh Grant's character in Love Actually when he said, "... love actually is all around.")

There there is Tala. The entire book I was expecting to see "Annie or Amy", the girl that Eddie "saves" that causes his death. Throughout the book, he doesn't know if he was successful or not. He assumes not. I expected for him to meet her, as an old woman in his 5th step of Heaven--to show that he did save her, and that because of him, she was able to grow old. In a way, Mitch Albom did do something similar, but in a bigger, more unexpected way, I suppose. By this point, I had written of Eddie's vision of a shadow in the hut as just an hallucination, just as the Captain and Eddie's fellow soldiers guessed. Instead, he did see the shadow of a small child, a little girl named Tala who was told by her mother to hide from the soldiers in the hut. After Eddie tearfully pleads to the little girl to forgive him (I think?), Tala gives Eddie his final lesson. She lets Eddie know the reason why he was put on this earth to begin with. She first tells Eddie that he did, in fact, push Annie/Amy to safety from the falling roller coaster that caused his own death. He was confused because he distinctly remembered feeling little hands grasping him. Tala explains puts her own hands in his and he realizes that it was Tala, pulling him safely to Heaven.

Eddie eventually is taken back to a vision of the pier with thousands upon thousands of people, new and old and some non-existent (not born) and is told that because of his life's work of maintaining the pier, all of those people were kept safe... and that was his purpose in life. As little as it seemed to him, he held a much bigger purpose.

Now, after reading this novel, I go back to my post a week ago about Miep Gies and wonder again, am I doing enough? I don't want to have to wait until I'm done on this earth to find out what my purpose was. But maybe that's another lesson I need to learn. I just need to have faith in what I'm doing and hope that it is enough... maybe I'm not (and maybe no one is) meant to know what the meaning and purpose of life is while our time on earth is still ticking away. All I can do is try to live a good and happy life. I'll love my neighbor. I'll sacrifice what I can when I can--it's not all about me. I'll try not to let anger and negative emotions control me. I will let love (cheese alert!) lead the way.

Monday, April 6, 2009

My Problem

I think my problem with keeping up with blogs is that I never feel like anything I have to say is that blogworthy. And if there IS something that's blogworthy, I feel like I'm not worthy of putting into words. Why does it matter? I'm not sure.

The other day at church the priest at the UCC gave a particularly good homily. He's probably normally good--I just rarely focus and pay attention. I'm normally just... staring at the floor. Or the ceiling. Or the Texas Revue shirt of the girl in front of me so I can look for Longhorn Singers on it. Anyway, he started off by talking about changes in the seasons. When he was younger, he'd look out his window and see all of the leaves falling off a tree. He said there was a bundle of leaves that just seemed to cling onto the tree. Everyday he'd wake up and cheer on those leaves that seemed so resistant to the changing of the seasons.

Then Spring came along and those leaves were still clinging onto this tree--this tree that was springing with new life! Beautiful green leaves! And yet, here's this bundle of dead leaves. It's hindering the tree of growing and breathing new life where there's this dead weight just clinging onto the tree and not letting go.

Moral of the story: Let go of all the dead weight that's holding you back from living life as best as possible.

This came right after I had a fairly difficult week dealing with the same kind of issues. That homily couldn't come at a better time. If I ever doubt that God really is listening and he really is there... I can just remember instances like this one. He's always there, I'm just not listening hard enough.

I'm probably staring at the ceiling.