Archive for August, 2011

For Richer or Pourer

August 28, 2011











An end of the summer event; who doesn’t like a night outdoors?  It’s the last Saturday in August. The big dipper’s appearance overhead is an added treat to the beautiful Hollywood Bowl backdrop.  The impressive band shell shines like the bright sun before she sets in the west. Eighteen thousand concert-goers begin to find a place to nest and dine.

In this fish bowl, the class distinctions mirror life.

You can find the top one per cent of the patrons comfortably seated in the pool circle. The inhabitants are sport-coated and strapless. Amidst the crisp linens, silverware and crystal, catered meals and fine champagne generously flow. The fragrance of sophistication fades before it reaches the higher elevations.

Guests in the Terrace boxes comprise the next nine percent of the population. Neatly packaged dinners, plastic ware and moderately priced wines with bold labels are prominently positioned for the discerning eyes to see. Casual elegance and polite conversations buffer the exuberance from above.

And then there is the rest of the world. Tupperware to two-buck chuck, food and wine are stored underneath the seats absent of any pretense. No comparing labels here, but lots of sharing. While there is a definite distinction of class and color; the evening’s participants of the “rest of show” display decorum and genuine pleasure in the open-air experience. Saturday date-night itty-bitty black dresses and loose fitting collared shirts dot the crowd adding a festive feel to what awaits 36,000 longing ears.

The balmy night air is filled with magic and music and the two and one half hour stunning performance does not disappoint. Three encores speak volumes. All have been sated. People have come to catch a glimpse of a legendary conductor. God smiles and realizes that lives may not be permanently changed by a philharmonic experience but civility reigns as the masses pour into the streets of a Saturday Night feverish Hollywood lifestyle.


Answering the Call

August 25, 2011

You rush toward the door. You fumble for the right key. You drop your load on the table at the entry. You know you have to scramble to gather the things you need for the meeting that awaits you in the conference room. But you are tempted by the endless vibration of the phone in your pocket. You slam on the brakes as you glance at the message: “George died this morning. Please pass the word along to your sisters. Funeral arrangements pending. I love you. Love to the girls, Dorothy.”

A wave of anxiety strikes. The heart pounds with great intensity. For a moment the arms go limp.

My day has just begun and I am exhausted. The ringing continues.  “We seek Thee as Thou hast told us.” And in my seeking I find only questions, no answers.  The weariness I experience is not a sign of the lack of spirit but a willingness of my heart longing for  the guidance of the Spirit.

With the beckoning of that very first ring… I have once again received that wake up call. I realize all too quickly that my way seems narrow and out of focus. At the very moment urgency sets in, I am reminded that there is but one path that leads to abundant life.

Answering the call is deliberate.  Immediately the emptiness leaves me. I have accepted Him again. And at that moment  I am no longer  alone. I have found companionship; a comrade infinitely tender, infinitely strong and He will tread the way with me just because I answered the call.

“Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.”  Matthew 7:14