Bus Snippets

On a bus somewhere between Winstead, MN and Nashville, TN:  I'm nestled inside the back lounge of a tour bus, on a seemingly never-ending ride home.   My mind is a bit scattered this late morning, but in a zoned out, half asleep kinda way... the responsibility-free kind of feeling you actually want to hang onto for a little bit longer.  So I'm going to take this opportunity to jot down a few snippets of musings from the past few days on the road.

Father’s Day
Today is Father's Day.  I got to see my Daddy a couple of days ago, which was a sweet treat for me since I normally only see him about three times a year -- once at his home for Christmas, once at my home for Thanksgiving and once in a semi-random city during a show I'm working.  I'm sometimes worried that since I don't have any children (and don't forsee any in the near future), he can't brag to his friends about his grandkids, like they do to him.  I tell him he's lucky I have a cool job that can he use in lieu of my offspring.  (His friends: "Hey Stan, Anne and Scott are pregnant again!"  Dad: "That's great! Carolyn's working a show in Dubai.") However, I'm happy to use my friend’s children to tug on ol’ dad’s heartstrings, so on behalf of my sweet friend, Allison's daughter, Ever, …. Happy Father’s Day, Dad!




























Big Sweet Something
My dear friends (and now nearly neighbors), Kortney and Dave, are not only two of the funniest people I know AND have one of the best relationships I’ve ever seen (which, if they weren’t awesome, I would really be annoyed with), but also they are two accomplished musicians and artists. They have had deals as solo artists in the past but are now embarking on the start of a new project that includes both of them together – known as Big Sweet Something.  Currently, their story is being pitched as a reality TV show to some big networks and if it’s picked up… well, sky’s the limit for these folks! Check out their sizzle reel and get ready for country music’s next big sweet something!




Addicted to Hurry
Over the past few weeks, I’ve been hearing about / encouraged to check out CrossPoint Church. It’s literally 5 blocks from where I used to live, so it doesn’t quite cure the urge to find a community near my new place, but I’m always open to finding a new place for great conversation and teachings. I haven’t quite made it over there yet, but in the meantime, I’ve been browsing the pastor's blog. This last one caught my eye and from the amount of other people that have discussed it on their blogs, my guess is that it’s a pretty universal theme.

The topic was spiritual transformation and the conversation was about the importance of solitude and the dangers of hurry. See if this sounds familiar:

I choose hurry. And I choose it because of what it does to my ego. Hurry makes me feel important. Hurry gets my adrenaline going. Hurry keeps me from having to slow down to see and hear the truth about my inner life.  And the sad reality is until I slow down, Christ will never be truly be formed in me. See, you can’t microwave spiritual transformation.

Hmmm… hits pretty darn close to home for me. I would love to ponder on this a bit more, but we’re just pulling into town and I’ve got to make sure everyone gets their things off the bus and I should do a load of laundry and there’s that one party I’d like to stop by…. Guess I’m just in too much of a hurry to do it right now.....