I went to hear Kate Campbell sing Friday night, which is a good thing to do when she comes to your town, or anywhere in driving distance. Her songs are full of faith and food, hope and history – both national and personal, making listening to her a reflective and thoughtful experience. One of her songs, “The Way Home,” was a touchstone for me in some of the darker days of my depression. After hearing her sing about her days growing up in the South during the height of the Civil Rights movement, I left thinking about how it is in life that we get from there to here: how we grow up, how we change, how we ingest what is fed to us, what we choose to hold on to.
Tonight, punching around with the remote, I came across a Gaither Gospel Hour show, which always catches my attention because I love singing old hymns. In one segment of the show, Bill Gaither was interviewing his wife, Gloria, about a song she had written and she said, in answer to one of his questions, “It’s important to have ideas bigger than your life.”
Their words and music took me here.
a way with words
The psalmist may have looked to the hills,
but all I have to do is drive by Hope Valley
Elementary to find the word for the week,
chosen to challenge their charges to growth
and greatness, or at least a better vocabulary.
I wonder what word I need to hear, what
big idea might be calling me from the valleys
of my own existence to heights and depths
I have not yet imagined. Then I think of
the words I know, words I have collected
and stacked on shelves; simple, one
syllable words: peace, love, faith, hope,
trust – all of them bigger than my life,
yet they too easily become part of the
scenery, more than the content of my
character. It’s one thing to quote; quite
another to let the word become flesh.