daily life as life goes on . . .

I was reminded that I’ve been 60 years in on-stage music events.

When I was 10 years old I was asked to sing a solo at a church summer program final event.  Church and school choirs in my teen years.  Music group touring in my 20’s and 30’s.  In my 50’s I ran a music and worship program in a local church.  By my 60’s I sang on stage occasionally. 

Now in my seventies I love to sing in church – and my voice tends to carry.  A neighbour of ours knew I was in church this past Sunday.  Not because she saw me but because she heard me!

Following in my mother’s footsteps, I expect to be singing until I die!  And then a heavenly choir sounds like a great place for my next gig!

Friday we attended the memorial service for Miles Haugan held in Sylvan Lake, AB, his home for the last 20 years.

The loss of Miles Haugan has been greater than I thought.  Certainly there were the memories of Miles, who had been my father’s hired man in the early 1950’s.  And there was the laughter of a life well lived and a family joyfully celebrating.  Add to that the coveted Nanaimo bars that were served at the luncheon.

Let me take you to the celebration.  Central to all of the themes shared was Jesus.  Miles was a coffee guy who loved people, and loved for people to know about Jesus.  Described as a blue collar man, his influence was wide wherever he lived (and apparently, after his marriage he lived in 26 different abodes).  He loved music – and music about Jesus.  He loved his family – they knew it!  He loved life – and never played the victim although he had his share of sufferings.

The weeping was with joy!

As the service progressed my weeping went deeper – touching another chord in my life.  Both of our families have run somewhat parallel tracks.  Miles loved the harmony of music – as did our family.  Miles had six children, one of whom was adopted in his later years – as did our family (OK, my parents had seven kids running around).  And other parallels could be found.

Where my tears began to really flow was where Miles excelled and I merely survive or perhaps even fail.  As the attributes of Miles were carefully delineated, I began to look to my own life – and how I would aspire to be like Miles. 

To which I’m sure Miles would have stated, “Not me.  Jesus”.

And that is enough said.

“Not a question of being censored but of being amplified.” (head of TED talks Chris Anderson – June 2020 video)

That was one speakers thought on controlling the spread of misinformation or untruths.  But is that really an answer?

Censorship requires a person/entity that knows truth.  Anything that is outside the truth is thus deleted or at least repressed – censored  Thus we must know the truth in order to censor.

What about the idea of just turning down the channel (turn off the amplifier)?  Turning channels into least or less heard  is also a form of censorship – a subsection of that activity we call censorship.  This, in theory, allows for an inclusive agenda to be achieved while minimizing the effect on an enlightened population. 

And we are back to understanding truth.  Neither outright censorship or turning down the volume work unless we know what truth is – what is right.  Even then, what we do with the truth (and untruths) is the bigger question.

A Roman official once asked, “What is truth?”.  A leading religious leader claimed “I am the truth”. 

Sounds like 2000 years hasn’t changed the swirling conversations that populate our world. 

I’ve found experientially what I have known for some time.  Paperwork in our current world is dependant on the “digital”.  Note the anachronistic use of the word “paperwork”.

Yesterday I wished to withdraw some investments.  I went directly to the storefront shop and was told that I should have set up an appointment on-line and that no one was available to undertake the investment withdrawal for a few days.  My hope had been to deal directly with the customer service representative that day.  Live and learn!

Then my phone was acting weird (no reference to current memes in the political world – this is only a phone after all).  Perhaps a scammer or a spoofer was using my phone number.  I immediately went in person to the local phone provider’s shop – which I now understand is more of a sales centre than a support centre.  I was told to dial a contact number and expect to be online for an hour or two before I could finally talk to a support person (or get a direct contact for that support person).  I went back home and tried this approach with a limited amount of patience – hanging up after a few minutes of number punching and message referrals.  I then independently went online and checked my ongoing account stats.  Nothing appeared out of sorts (OK, the three calls from earlier and that was all).  No further indications of trouble today so I’ll just let this one play out. Live and learn!

Finally, I needed some documents to sign a form.  I checked directly with a person who could help obtain them free of charge.  They did some checking which led to a referral to an online source for downloads.  I checked that out – what should have been immediate in downloading was going to take at least a few days – I could pay more for a rush delivery but even that would take three days.  And the online site didn’t have all the documents I needed.  Live and learn!

By now, I want back into the local small town bureaucracy where you see someone at the grocery store, enquire about an issue that they might have knowledge about and are given an immediate answer that leads to a quick path to circumvent slow-to-answer bureaucracy. 

Of course that is ideal – and nothing is that simple.  So . . . Live and learn!