Thursday, July 10, 2008

What's on Your ipod?

My friend Kevin told me a story today about a dedication of a new Dalit Education Center in India. It seems that the DJ hired to set up the sound system was playing some music through the system while he was setting up.

His first selection was Hindu temple worship music. He was asked to pick something more appropriate to the occasion (these are Christian based education centers)

His second selection was a movie soundtrack. I'm not sure what the movie was but I'm guessing it wasn't Chariots of Fire, as the DJ was promptly asked to pick something more appropriate.

After a while, Kevin found himself humming along to a familiar tune... and a familiar voice. It was yours truly!

How in the world this guy got a hold of my music is anyone's guess (I'm pretty sure he didn't buy the CD), but once I got over the weirdness of being in a playlist with Hindu Temple Worship and some inappropriate movie soundtrack, I actually thought it was cool that some random Indian DJ was playing and listening to music that proclaims Jesus as supreme.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Why I Fish

In his book "Long Wandering Prayer", David Hansen defines this kind of prayer as thinking outloud in the presence of God. I like that. It goes a long way to explaining what happens with me when I spend a day on the Deschutes river with my Creator.

I see Him in the high desert flora.
(anyone know this plant? the blossom is about 3" across)

I see Him in the wildlife.

I learn lessons about the importance of following closely.

And then, of course, there are the fish.

Maltbie Babcock had it right when he penned this hymn in 1901...

This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.

I would just add that while some see His beauty and His promise in the rainbow when they look up, I see it when I pull a rainbow out of a river.