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It’s a Beautiful Day

Posted in Seasonal with tags , , , on April 27, 2009 by mccoolio

sky2 This weekend .Wow. Awesome.

I spent Friday morning playing golf with my boy James Hayes. I told him a couple times how much I was enjoying the day ie., how brilliantly blue the sky was, low humidity, perfect temp., a cool breeze blowing. You know what I’m talking about. I told him how many times I’d stuck my head outside while at work and said to myself: this would be an awesome day to be out on the golf course. Well, here I was and I wasn’t going to  waste it or fail to savor it.

Then Sat afternoon. Man, what another beautiful day! Same as Friday. A little hotter but just as beautiful. I was sitting in my funky, back-killer of a  fold able ball park chair. The one that sweats you to death. Anyway, I was sitting there at Twitty City from about 1:00 Pm till about 4:30  watching Raleigh’s Goodpasture Jr High baseball team play. I was  there with our man-group down in the Amen corner (until Kellye tried to break the gender barrier and got me briefly ostracized) with my boys Danny Wiseman, Bill Moffitt, Mr. Wiseman, Roger Crocker, Brad  Bivens and Tommy Macelheny.


U2  has a song called Beautiful Day. I was on a kick there for awhile where I’d play that song every morning as I’d get ready. Just to get in a positive mood. Here’s the words:

The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
There’s no room
No space to rent in this town

You’re out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you’re not moving anywhere

You thought you’d found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace

It’s a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away

You’re on the road
But you’ve got no destination
You’re in the mud
In the maze of her imagination

You love this town
Even if that doesn’t ring true
You’ve been all over
And it’s been all over you

It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
It’s a beautiful day

Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case

See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out

It was a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
Beautiful day

Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case

What you don’t have you don’t need it now
What you don’t know you can feel it somehow
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
Don’t need it now
Was a beautiful day

I like the words:   Reach me, I’m not a hopeless case.

Jesus says in Matthew 5:45

“You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.

Jesus was telling the truth you know. There were lots of  really evil, mean, ungrateful, atheistic people who enjoyed this weekend’s weather just as much as I did. But here’s what I said that they didn’t:

Praise You LORD for Your wonderful love for us, and for Your marvelous Creativity.


Christmas bliss

Posted in Seasonal with tags , , , , , on December 26, 2008 by mccoolio

christmas5Well, Christmas 2008 is just about over, with all that’s left is to throw all the wrapping paper and empty packages that all the stuff came in away. We had a great Christmas, even though I experienced it through a Mepergan and Percocet fog, having had sinus surgery on the 23rd. It hasn’t been near as bad as the horror stories I’ve heard. Maybe because at the slightest whisper of pain, I go -a diving  into those little bottles for another 4-6 hours of dreamlike bliss. A little drawback to that however, was major constipation (but nothing that a heavy dose of carrots, a gorilla’s daily allowance of bananas, Raisin Bran, and Mrs Lynn’s looked-like-it-had-some-bran-in-it bread would not fix), and in my blissfulness I overlooked the fact that my little 3 cup Bunn coffee maker couldn’t keep up with about 15 coffee drinkers this morning at our family get together at our house. How embarrassing! How uncouth! How far did my stock in coffee snobville fall? Finally, by the grace of my sister in law Gaye and their 10 cup Proctor Silex standard coffee maker, we made it through. Back to the sinus surgery…I don’t know if all the narcotics are making me paranoid, but why is everybody snickering about how big my swoll-up nose is? They must have had 2 or 3  NBC or Discovery Channel cameras stuck up in there. And maybe a few excavating tools too. I think, instead of enlarging the opening up in there where the sinuses drain, Dr. DeMoville instead enlarged my nostril openings. Dude, I look like Patrick Ewing or somebody now. I mean some big F-17 Jet intakes. I would definitely have a big advantage in any kind of endurance event now. Wouldn’t be any oxygen available for anyone else, not after I  get through inhaling.

You can say what you want about Christmas but I’ll take any excuse to get to see my extended family. It’s never long enough though. I think  we need to adopt the ways of the Israelites, who had (still have?) week long feasts. No wonder people are all stressed all the time. We need more down time.

I got some great gifts: a Chris Johnson jersey (if I were black, I’d have dreads just like my boy Chris. Dreads just don’t look good with white guy hair) to replace my 5 year old Samari Rolle jersey that I’ve been wearing  when we watch the Titans play every week but I don’t wear out in public, a autobiography by Josh Hamilton, a Starbucks gift card, 1 year subscription to Men’s Health mag, a sweet down jacket, and a bunch of other stuff.

My main squeeze brother in law EBoosh did some major maintenance on an acoustic guitar that  I’m loaning to Jordan. It’s been under our bed for years and my guitar-stringing skills were pretty rusty. Rusty enough, in fact, that I was ready to replace the tuning keys. Old Elton though, worked his magic and the thing is playing great.



Posted in Seasonal with tags , on November 24, 2008 by mccoolio

happythanksgivingI’m thankful for:

  • People who have sacrificed EVERYTHING: time with their families, their bodies, and their very lives for our freedom.
  • My family. Kellye, Raleigh and Jordy, who put up with me, love me and make me feel important and loved.
  • My mom, Vickie and Leighanne and their awesome families, Marie, James, Gaye, and Taraleigh, and Larry and Carol’s family.
  • Leroy and Larry, my Dad and brother.They are waiting in heaven for us.
  • My Christian family: Bethel members, all true believers and those everywhere who love the Lord, and Christian writers and musicians who dedicate their work to the Lord. The Shepherds at Bethel and every leader worldwide who work selflessly, often without acclaim, in the name of the Lord. Your reward will indeed be great!
  • People way better than me who live their lives trying to help, heal, rescue, protect and rehabilitate others.
  • My Friends. All who have over the years helped me to grow, fix my cars and fix my houses. Who I’ve had TOO MUCH fun with, worked out with, ate with, maybe even fought and argued with, laughed HARD with, watched games and movies with, and played games with. Who’ve given me wonderful, and priceless ( in my reckoning) gifts. Who’ve let me borrow stuff. Those who’ve I’ve sang with, cried with, and worshiped with. Those who had the guts to tell me what I needed to hear. Those who’ve pushed me, and gave me good advice and those who simply tried. Those I’ve shared incredible moments with. Those who look into my eyes with love whenever they greet me. Who greet me with a big ole hug (except those who are way taller than me and smoosh my face in their armpit-like I do half the smaller people that I hug) Those who’ve fed me for years at their houses and who I owe big-time. Those who love me in spite of me.
  • Sushi Bars, Squat Racks. Pullup Bars.Protein Bars. Strip bars (haha-just kidding) All gyms and fitness centers. Hard, Reggae, Praise, and all good music. GOD’S WORD. Good Books. Espresso, french presses, and good coffee. All coffee shops. Football. Basketball. X Games. The Tour De France.(YEAH) THE USA. Cool tile. Cracker Barrel breakfast. RuSans lunch buffet. Some kind of coffee product and some kind of protein bar (or in a pinch,just something sweet) for afternoon snack. Carrabbas dinner. 1/2 Lb of Turkey & Raisin Bran snack before bed. SNL reruns. Great singing at Madison Cof C. Fall in Tennessee. Sunrises and sunsets: The Lord’s daily painting. Good people. Kind people. People who don’t complain, gripe, or think they’re owed anything. People who like to try new stuff. People who aren’t scared. Those who dedicate their lives to teaching and helping the children of the world. Little chocolate doughnuts.