Each Shade and Hue

  Jeremiah 29:13 And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart. Earlier, I was sitting and listening to some music.  One of the songs wasn't in English . The words translated to this :   “We don't listen to anyone,   We don't think of anyone We only have one life,   We don't listen to anyone,   We don't believe anyone anymore We take tomorrow for granted.”    These phrases got me thinking about this blog entry I had on my agenda to get written, as this does seem to accu rately reflect the mentality that has been adopted by m u ch of society.   Since this is mainly a blog site about my music, I guess music is a good place to start. Even though I have written a lot of music, I listen to a lot of other people's mu sic as well. I amassed  lot of my song library from scro u nged vinyls. I do not have subscriptions to any of the latest subscription song services. I never listen to the radio. Even thoug...

  T oday I was reading in Malachi chapter 1 and meditating on what I read. Immediately, some images and thoughts popped in my mind. In the second part of chapter 1, we read about priests that were polluting offerings given to the Lord. God says in verse 6 this: “A son honors his father, and a servant his master. If then I am a father, where is my honor? And if I am a master, where is my fear? says the LORD of hosts to you, O priests, who despise my name. But you say, ‘How have we despised your name?” What God was saying was, a son gives obedience and respect that his parents deserve in their household; a servant does what his master requires or deserves, but why are the expected consideration not given to the Lord? Why is He not even on the level of what we are expected to give our earthly relations? Shouldn’t we be going above and beyond what we would offer to a parent or earthly master? Instead, He was offered less. There was no attribution of respect, fear, and duty. God told th...

I n my repertoire of songs I have written over the past four decades, a handful still do not have lyrics. I was working with one tune in particular last month, trying to pair it with a lyric. No theme connected. After a while, a memory popped in my head and pointed me in the direction I ended up feeling the song needed to go. When I was in fifth grade, a group of students were ushered in a room for a meeting. We had been chosen to be the test group to learn French. It was understandable, since our county borders a large part of Québec, whose main language is French. Seven years later, I was still in the program. I was in the first group to make it to the end of the school’s program. To celebrate the achievement, the school decided to take the students who had participated in the program to Québec City for some immersion and exploring. I signed up. There were eight of us invited, but only seven decided to go. I was an only child. I grew up in a very small community with no sibling...