The Prodigal Blog

All my best ideas come from the shower. I’m not kidding. All my worst ideas and anxieties come out in the shower also; again, no joke. Should I call these waterborne day dreams revelations? Or an early morning curse from my subconscious? Or maybe it’s connected with the fact that I’ve just woken up and my mind is barely sober enough to determine what it wants to think about, and what ‘I’ want to think about. Or perhaps it is a partnership between the aforementioned and the Holy Spirit, meant to rouse me from my stupor. Trust me; no alcohol is involved, because as most people know about me, one drop of that stuff can put me in a world of hurt (allergies). This morning as I scrubbed my oily hair clean with my standard Head and Shoulders a thought boiled up to the surface of my mind. And I use the term ‘boil’ quite metaphorically because that what happens with ideas and me. They sit, and I ignore them as long as I can, until I wake up one morning in a hot shower and the idea is poppi...

It should be no surprise to most folks that I've always been an avid ( massive ) fan of Caedmon's Call . Anyone surprised? No? Good. I picked up my guitar tonight and started strummin' around (is that proper turn of phrase for informal guitar playing?) and I found myself settled into tinkering with old CC songs that I knew. I can't say I've had a lot of introspection today but as I tinkered and played their music it led me to look up the lyrics for the music that I had forgotten. Oh Lord your Love Oh Lord I give You all I have But it seems so little When You have given me so much I come to You with empty hands And a heart that's fragile You come to me with a wealth of love (CHORUS) Oh Lord Your love Is new with every morning Your faithfulness It gets me through the night You bid me come You know that I am weary Your yoke is easy Your burden is light And now I sing You songs of praise But Your greatness is beyond me I know I cannot comprehend How You ancient of d...