REFLECTION IN BLUE
Let me invite you, sisters and brothers, to sit back, get toasty, and welcome one of the great artists of our times Gil Scott-Heron, whose eight minute presentation of this wonderful presentation which I first heard in the late seventies, came to mind as I trembled my way through the chilly snow and rain of the last few days, and shed some light on what I hope will always be the one value we shall choose to share in the bad times and in the good times.
MY BACK STORY
I took my first and only driving lessons when I was twenty eight years old. And this old dog, by then, was much too old to learn new tricks... I stayed right at the speed limit in town or on the freeway. It takes me two thousand years to settle into any parking space. And I cannot remember the last time I even seriously considered driving on the freeway.
Back in the Stone Ages I got caught in a terrible snowstorm in Seattle. That frightening afternoon, as I watched my car slowly sliding down the street and I saw in my mind that I would soon end up on the sidewalk and then hitting a tree, I said this prayer: "Lord, just let me get home this time and I promise you I will never drive in the snow again."
I got home. I stayed off the road during the winter time for years. But I got caught the last few days--- rain in the morning, snow in the afternoon, thick gray clouds cruelly heading my way in the evening.
Check out this not too promising view
Why oh why, would I even consider going out in these hard times? To impress other folks? Too late for that. All of my friends know that I ain't driving on nobody's freeway and I ain't getting behind the wheel of a car when it snows.
To get over my fears? I've tried positive self talk, hypnosis, self-hypnosis; others have encouraged me, teased me, tried to bribe me... I have got on my aching old knees and prayed... and I am still afraid.
But (watch out, I'm about to go into murky waters here) I still believe that people can choose to help each other (and I do trust myself to friends who love to drive, taxi drivers, shuttle drivers, airplane pilots--- any one who has the care and patience to help me get around).
Folks like these two young barristas at the Firehouse Coffee Shop
Or these two brothers bringing sunshine to each other as they sat waiting for the bus to come on a chilly morning
Always I have found a sister who chose to understand me and help me to get through
the bone chilling times and the dry hard moments. Always I have found a brother wh chose to sit with me and help me to find my way through the daily maze of the ups and downs of life.
And I hope that I can continue to choose to be a brother to each person who comes into my life-- because that is, finally, all I have to offer during these hard times.
Isn't the old saying so very true... the sun always comes back after the rain and the snow?
I invite you to just lay back and stick with Gill Scott for eight minutes... LOVE AND PEACE