Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Gone But . . . Forgotten ?

I can't play music and it's my mom's fault .

We seem to blame others for our short comings don't we? Someone or something . Mom wanted to have us take music lessons as kids. Music as in piano music lessons . That was fine for my sister 'cause she was a girl but I'd have none of it. I wanted to play guitar. The only guy that played the piano that I knew of was Liberace and I knew I wasn't going down THAT road . I wanted the long hair and bell bottom pants and all the girls screaming as I walked out on stage . Man . I woulda been good . . . .

Mom would have none of it so I learned nothing . Now I wish I could play the piano , Liberace or no . I'll be 49 this year and can't even play an ipod ! I should at least try to learn to play the guitar . We have one here at home that I actually pick up and strum the 3 notes I know from time to time . Mostly I find myself picking it up (or a broom, tennis racquet, etc .) and playing air guitar to a favorite song . I've got the moves and rhythm but not the bell bottoms . Or hair .

I was listening the other day to some old Stevie Ray Vaughan , which , is the only kind there is since he's been dead for 22 years . The dude can play some guitar ! I managed to find one of his albums on my ipod and was rocking out at a customers house , strumming my paint extension pole and making that face rockers make when they're jamming out . This is why I close the door when I paint someones bedroom . I got caught once . He flicked his lighter and yelled " FREEBIRD!" sigh. Everybody's a comedian .

I felt a little sad as I was listening to him . It would have so cool to see him in concert . I mean yeah there's Youtube but to be standing in front of the stage having my hair stand on end as the speakers blast away would have been awesome ! But you can't bring 'em back can you . I missed out and like I said, I felt sad .

It got me thinking about my life and whether I've done something worth while . Something that would make someone say 22 years after my death "I wished I'd known him . I wish we could bring him back ". Maybe I have but I'd have to think about it a while . Which is the real shame . I should have done more . Perhaps more of us should have done more for those whom God put in our path . It's never too late . There is a currency called time and maybe it's time I spent it on something other than me . Like I said , I'm only 48 . Not quite half way so I still have time . Time to invest in others , time to shine Jesus' caring , time to reflect His character, His love .

And maybe, 22 years after I'm gone someone will hear my name and say "...yeah, the Jesus guy , right?" That would be nice