Two videos inspired from sharing my gifts

I'm not shy about most things as I've hit the over 50 mark, but a one on one teacher student relationship was a step I was very apprehensive about. I did put my card out at church and thank goodness I haven't been buried with students. I'm still learning myself who to teach. I love it though because I'm cheap, I don't want to do it each week, and if the student doesn't have the passion to play... why am I here, we'll cut it off. Ok this isn't an advertisement, it's to show a little thing like putting yourself out there as vulnerable to talk about what you yourself are passionate about is ok. And it's ok to be apprehensive, just try it, it inspired me to re-learn in detail and tape these two songs.

Enjoy

Dave

p.s. as always my eternal apologies that God didn't bless me with a good voice while he took away my shyness... HA

People get ready... Allison is touring

Now while I've been making a big deal about getting a mid week stop between the Twin Cities and Chicago, I just want to scream from the cliff tops, "People you just don't know what you're missing not to stop by..."

So ... stop over to www.myspace.com/bluffview or email me at dave@theroseriverband.com ... just do it already.



Her tour stops are at www.myspace.com/allisonsattinger

Go with God

You know my sister has great tastes and a long time she turned me on to Carolyn Arends, and can you believe it... Shepherd's Voice has never stocked a single CD of hers. Thanks Carol, I can forgive you for laughing at my voice most of my life, LITTLE sister. HA...




This is a great sending song that ACTS covers sometimes....

Tis a gift to be simple

Boy I resemble that remark while being comfortable in all today's internet savvy conversation about pinging or bandwidth... I do think if you don't reach inside and grab the simple melody of life you are missing something.



This is my special Mother's day gift... you are all simply the best.

Billy the Bum...

So what does a blog title like this belong in a Passionate Spirituality blog for? Well it's been a new favorite, but the song has to be about thirty years old. Recently a fine song writer and singer from Milwaukee, put out a cover CD of one of my favorite artists, John Prine. John is one of the best writers, Hello in There can touch a nerve, but he'll never be known as a Christian song writer... maybe Christ helps us see through the eyes of people who don't always market themselves under that title. Again, this song really touched me. I some how missed really knowing John's Diamonds in the Rough LP, and when I heard Jeffrey cover this song it was like, NEW.. ;-) The last verse is really why it belongs in this blog.

God does like to hit you softly with the same message until you really say, you yeah... now I get it... First I run into the song from Jeffrey, then I run into the real vinyl LP from John at the Antique Center, and then I read this blog about the Pastor doing what Dave Woggen did at one of our NCD weekends. I do feel the passion burning to help people at our church, but we all need to understand that God's uses his two by four on our thick heads, and it still sometimes doesn't get through.



Billy The Bum

Billy the bum lived by the thumb
And sang of the hobo’s delight
He’d prove he could run
Twice as fast as the sun
By losing his shadow at night
Now he loved every girl
In this curly headed world
But no one will know it seems
For two twisted legs and a childhood disease
Left billy just a bum in his dreams

Chorus:
And he was just a gentle boy
A real florescent light
Cried pennies on sunday morning
Laughs nickels on saturday night
And your bullets they can’t harm him
Nor your knives tear him apart
Humiliation killed him
God bless his little heart

Now he lived all alone
In a run down home
Near the side of the old railroad track
Where the trains used to run
Carrying freight by the ton
And blow the whistle as billy’d wave back
But the children around billy’s home town
Seemed to have nothin’ better to do
Then run around his house
With their tongues from their mouth
And make fun of that cripped old fool

(repeat chorus)

Now some folks they wait
And some folks they pray
For jesus to rise up again
But none of these folks
In their holy cloaks
Ever took billy on as a friend
For pity’s a crime
And it ain’t worth a dime
To a person who’s really in need
Just treat ’em the same
As you would your own name
Next time that your heart starts to bleed

(repeat chorus)

So Much Grace

So I'm into trying to learn new techniques with both videos and slide shows, why? Well besides, why not... I do want to make a real cool one for my son's graduation and I made one in iMovie, why not one within iPhoto until I learn what I'm up to? Besides no good.. HA HA...

Last Saturday night ACTS covered So Much Grace during prelude of Saturday night's service, so I was thinking about putting pictures to our cover. So I emailed Allison of my intentions. My lucky day, I got permission from Allison Sattinger to use her So Much Grace as long as I kept it secular because really that was her inspiration and she really is far from wanting to be known as the genre of Christian music artist. The song came from when she had taken a hike in some beautiful mountain pass in Colorado and the song wrote itself; or at least that's what I remember the story from her blog. Simply this is a wonderful song... enjoy the images, most of them come from Allison or me... a few are free photos so I think I have my copy writes in order. ;-)

Dave

Little Brown Church in the Vale.

"Oh come" the song says, and Sue Heyman's parents did, and they were married there a long time ago. Recently, my bandmate in Saints and Sinners shared that news with us, and then the song and the website. I thought I would return the favor.









Part of the song:

The Church in the Wildwood

by Dr. William S. Pitts

There's a church in the valley by the wildwood,
No lovelier spot in the dale;
No place is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale.

Chorus

Oh, come, come, come, come,

Come to the church in the wildwood,

Oh, come to the church in the vale;

No spot is so dear to my childhood

As the little brown church in the vale.

The Website:

http://www.littlebrownchurch.org/

Part of the story:

The first settlers came to the Bradford area in 1848 and with an abundant water supply and virgin timber, the town grew. By 1855 the first members of the Puritan-Congregational Church had begun holding meetings. By 1856, Bradford had 500 residents and was the first town in this part of Iowa.

A young music teacher named William Pitts was traveling by stagecoach from Wisconsin to Iowa to visit his future wife. While waiting for the stagecoach horses to be changed, he walked down Cedar Street and saw the empty lot where the church now stands. Being a romantic young man, the thought came to him of what a charming setting the spot would make for a church. Returning home, he wrote the poem “Church in the Wildwood,” and later set it to music. He put it away in a drawer and forgot it. ... the rest...

Isn't church history wonderful, are you making it today for the next generation? I'm guessing that you are in ways you don't even consider.