So, I am at moms on Saturday night. They always have a pitcher of Lipton DeCaf – on purpose. I took one sip, and asked, “You just open a new box?”
“Uhmmm, no reason.”
“Oh, wait”, she says, “It’s not decaf. They were out, and its Luzianne.”
Yes, and thank you. I drink the Lipton without complaint because it is home. I am not saying this was great but comparatively speaking, it was a pleasant change of pace.
You haven’t seen much of me around lately. Not been feeling that well. My breathing is giving me fits. I told the praise team some changes needed to happen. I love playing but lately it is just too much. On a normal Sunday, including all music in the service, I’ll play about 10 different songs. This week I only played 5 and I quit halfway through the last. The church was in to it and we had a keyboard player there, so no one noticed. Trouble is he is seldom with us. He is usually out performing concerts. I am trying to encourage a new member, who used to play piano at her old church, to play. She says she can’t do what we do. That is not what I would want anyway. I want her to bring back some good old lively hymn book music. I would love to see her share a song, then us, back and forth. Truly blended style. If we can’t share on Sunday morning, what makes us think we can share on Monday morning?