What Is Humility?

According to Merriam-Webster, humility is defined as “freedom from pride or arrogance” or “the state of being humble.” Both humility and the word “humble” come from the Latin word “humilis”, which means “low.” If you want to look it up, run a Google search. There’s even a Wikipedia page about humility.

Humbleness and humility tend to be peak topics in The Church, as it should. After all, how many examples can be found throughout the Bible? It’s chock full of people introducing themselves to complete strangers as “your meek and humble servant” even leading to the prominent narrative of Jesus Christ – God Incarnate in the flesh – living among us mortals, serving Man, and offering Himself as a living sacrifice to restore our relationship to God the Father. A true understanding of humility and servanthood should be a part of every discussion on Sunday morning. And yet…

There are people who take advantage of it.

Is it humble if I admit to cropping out a port-a-potty?

A few years ago, I was negotiating for a position as a Minister of Music at a Catholic church. It had actually been the third time with the same church that this had occurred. There was a high turnover at this church. Each time, I had declined for the same reason: salary. This isn’t to say that I could only do it for money. Money isn’t everything, but it isn’t unimportant, either. Money reveals priorities and commitment. Given my skill level and what I would have to do to basically build a worship program from the ground up, money was a way of making sure the church was really going to commit to supporting my efforts. If you want the world and only commit $75, then you aren’t serious.

The offer was ridiculous, just like it was the first two times I declined it. I came back with a ridiculous counter-offer to make a point. The priest laughed (angrily) and said I needed to reconsider their initial offer and to look upon it with a servant’s heart. He then told someone in the Archdiocese that I had an attitude problem.

Yeah… Go figure. I like to eat. I had also worked at that church four weeks at a reduced wage while we negotiated. We had the discussion before. As I said in my letter when I declined it, until the church improved the salary on that position, their turnover problems were going to continue. Could I have overhauled it? Absolutely. And amazingly so. But not without the resources and commitment from the church itself. The priest wasn’t serious about committing them, which indicated I would be looking at other problems in the future.

Just because you can doesn’t mean that you should.

The priest asserted that because I declined his (ridiculous and problematic) offer that it reflected a glaring arrogance – aka lack of humility – and spiritual weakness on my part. Maybe so. Maybe not. I was caregiving full-time and didn’t have years of my life to dedicate to building up a program for free. Not only would it be a waste of my time and energy, but it wouldn’t even be appreciated. I’ve seen it and I’ve been there before.

It reveals a striking entitlement mentality that unfortunately is not all that uncommon in The Church.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m about serving others. Music is very much one way to open the door, set the tone, really make a mark, and even heal in ways we can’t perceive. Many people have found fulfillment,  growth, or revitalization in some part of their lives by joining the worship team or the choir. These groups encourage building relationships outside of the regular church service and practice, which is amazing.

The Church – while important – is not God. The Church is not entitled to my efforts. It’s not entitled to anyone’s efforts. The sooner it realizes that and honors people and actually appreciates them as the precious gifts they – not their abilities – are, the better it will be. This may be a shocker to realize, but people aren’t lining up outside your doors just WAITING to serve! Hitting them with “the meek and humble servant, don’t you want to serve JESUS” bit in order to manipulate them to serve is nothing short of spiritual abuse.

No. Humility has nothing to do with asserting your nothingness. It isn’t about doing things for people at no cost. It isn’t about putting on an act for the comfort of other people. It isn’t about dialing your talents and abilities back to a minimal level so as not to stand out or intimidate anyone.

Humility – true humility – is a radical self-awareness about you, your gifts, your experiences, and how they all intersect with the world and the people around you. It is acting in complete honesty to yourself and to God about who you are and the responsibilities that being you entails. Depending on the situation, that may be gentle or brutal, but above all it should be genuine and in good faith.

No. Humility is not about tearing others down. It’s not about tearing yourself down or opening yourself to abuse, either. It’s about acknowledging what you – and everyone around you – bring to the table and acting on that information in all ways. It’s about recognizing the inherent dignity of every person in what you do and respecting it.

Now go forth and be humble, you arrogant braggarts.


Digital Real Estate

Digital Real Estate

If you have been following me for any significant length of time, then you know that I’m guilty of what so many of us with online presences do; I neglect it. It wasn’t just this website I let fall by the wayside. My Facebook artist page suffered the same fate, just like my personal Twitter account. Just like YouTube. Just like LinkedIn.

Who the hell does anything with LinkedIn? I don’t even know what to put on it!

The point is that I have amassed all this “digital real estate” – so to speak – and have barely done anything with it, save my personal Facebook page and Instagram.

For real… Does anyone really do anything on LinkedIn? Like what?

Anyway, you might have noticed something of a recent change in these areas. I celebrated Juneteenth by shutting down my social media and dodging texts and private messages after my former employer released a passive-aggressive paragraph in the church newsletter “thanking” me for my three years of service building their shit from nothing. That announcement was sent out 18 hours after they fired me.

I’ll spare most of the details, but yes, I was fired. Everything about the situation from onset to aftermath was ugly and personal. I’ll be damned if anyone is going to take my peace and get to tell my story. So, I took it into my own hands and put it out there myself.

Digital Real Estate is about taking control of your own story.

Digital Real Estate is about taking control of your own story.

My former employer can say whatever the hell they want, but they can’t deny that a key part of their growth and success was because:

  • I did much more work than I was paid for.
  • I actively recruited at all times and followed up.
  • I took the hits they wouldn’t.
  • I knew the people I was working with and prioritized them.
  • I knew the circumstances I was working under.
  • I planned and prepared well in advance.
  • I studied the situation rather than just react to it.

Only the Hospitality ministry had more people. My recruitment and retention rate over my three years was better than any other ministry. Everything my team managed to pull off was done with a hand and a foot tied behind our backs. Given the circumstances we had to work around, we were approaching maybe 20-30% where I expected to take us.

The reason for my firing was personal, not performance. My time with my former employer is part of my story whether they acknowledge it or not. And so is my firing. I’m going to tell my story.

So… Does this mean I’m just going to spend every post talking about my issues with my former employer? Nope. Not at all.

This may be hard to believe, but there were about forty years of life that happened before I signed on with them. That experience doesn’t just go away or become irrelevant because I’ve been cut loose. I invested my entire life learning what I have and getting knocked around, so I’m going to start sharing it. It may be about music, direction, leadership, faith, observations… Who knows? I might just post pictures of my bike or my mother’s latest crochet project.

Yes, there will be videos of me on the piano. Profanity may be involved as well. Actually, that is likely. Probably not on video.

But there’s going to be more… I’m going to start sharing what I am doing on Sunstrike Piano.

Hold up… What is Sunstrike Piano?

Aside from being yet more digital real estate that I have willfully neglected, Sunstrike Piano began as a morbid experiment in cheap digital distribution, content creation, and Facebook ads that I did for shits and giggles just to see what would happen. Yeah, I wasted some money, but I learned a few things in the process that I’m putting to use.

Perhaps even more relevantly, Sunstrike Piano is about to drop its fourth albumThe Goodness of God – which will be covers of worship music. Previous releases were completely digital (recorded on a 22-year-old, 120-lb electronic piano), but for this season, I decided I was going acoustic. That will be my piano, recorded in my garage, using a mic not designed for it, and a pianist who is not a recording engineer or a piano tuner.

This experience has reminded me that I don’t have years of my life to arbitrarily give to those who “value” the results I deliver, but not me as a person. I don’t have time or mental energy to invest in projects where my work is dismissed, minimized, or undermined. I don’t have time to waste in a protracted situation where I am considered a second class citizen. I could possibly live until I’m 105; I still don’t have the time.

My remaining time on this world will be spent working on what gives me life.

Peace out,


Own Your Shit

This is a message that I am hesitant to write – much less post – if for any other reason that I know once I go there, I cannot go back. So… Here it is.

Own your shit.

As you can see by the title, I specifically chose not to censor it or make it less objectionable. You can call it what you want. Guano, poop, droppings, bowel movements, stink, turd, defecation, excrement… No, I didn’t have to pull out a thesaurus. I actually have quite a vocabulary. All those words refer to the same thing: Shit.

Own it. We all do it. What we eat has to come out sometime. Hopefully, you wipe afterwards and wash your hands. Own your shit.

Now… while I have spent this time talking about a literal bodily function, I am of course speaking figuratively. (Yes, I realize that this is writing and I am not literally speaking, but bear with me.)

A perfect man has not walked on the face of the earth in nearly 2000 years. Every one of us has both positive and negative traits and at times pull some shit. Very few of us actually own up to it. WE want to put on this nice disguise, pretend everything is and has always been perfectly okay, and the minute someone walks in making a ruckus, we fall all over ourselves hurrying to hush them rather than actually addressing the root of the problem.

Own your shit.

You aren’t perfect. Not even close. You’re not a perfect parent, a perfect son or daughter, a perfect example, or a perfect saint. Who are you fooling? Your children? Your community? The world? God?

The answer is… no one. You are fooling no one.

Oh sure… You may deceive them for a while. You may even deceive yourself for a while, but it will catch up to you sooner or later and the fallout and potential harm will be far worse than if you had just owned it to begin with.

But PLEASE wash your hands afterwards.

Own your shit.

Now, I’m not suggesting that you just grab any random person off the street and start confessing everything from the gum you stole in kindergarten to that time you let your dog shit all over your neighbor’s petunias. What I am saying is that if your words or your actions have adversely affected somebody else, then fucking own it. Don’t minimalize or disavow your part. Don’t hide behind other people. Don’t hide behind God. Don’t pretend you didn’t realize when you knew full well.

Own your shit.

Because I tell you… Not owning it is going to lead to a lot more harm. Not owning it says you can’t be trusted. Not owning it says you value image more than justice and fairness. Not owning it says that you are at most skin deep.

And you… You are so much more than that. You are. Regardless of where you are right now. Regardless of what you’ve done. Regardless of everything else going on in this world. You are so much more than pretty window dressing. You are so much more than your bank account, investment portfolio, social status, professional accomplishments, or level of influence. You are so much more than how this world sees you. And even now… Even now, you can become that much more.

But you have to own your shit. If you don’t you are choosing to be nothing. And that’s not what God made you to be.

Own your shit.


Let’s Go!

Be careful what you ask God.

I “made the mistake” of asking Him to lead me to a deeper spiritual level. Twelve hours later, I had an unexpected teleconference call with my employer over some recent developments. It quickly became contentious and led me to reevaluate my entire relationship with them. Over the next few days, it led to a series of exchanges that got increasingly uglier until I pulled out the Library of Colorful Metaphors.

Yes, I cussed him out. And yes, I was fired. And I’d do it again.

I’m not going to say that my last three years were completely wasted. I got to work with a crew of amazing people. Broken people have come to a place of healing. There were some creative and challenging musical and ministry moments. The musicians and singers I recruited were respected and honored as part of the community. There was one particular project that was finally starting to find its groove when Auntie Rona came to town and threw everything out the window.

Still. My employers weren’t who I thought they were. And I wasn’t the person they wanted me to pretend to be.

(For the record, God, I meant a richer, more fulfilling prayer life. What the hell is this shit supposed to be?) My best guess is that God’s truth – no matter how painful – is still better than the most pleasant delusion. It doesn’t make it any easier.

So… What’s next? No. Fucking. Clue.

Let’s Go!

Yes, I know. I should clean up this website and all my online profiles, assume this air of “professionalism”, make myself as nonobjectionable as possible, spend 12+ hours a day harassing my networks, and promote myself nonstop lining up interviews left and  right until I break through.

And yet… I’m done. I have no intention of ever placing myself in a position like that again. As far as where that is going to lead me, I don’t know. I’ll figure it out when I get there. And if I don’t, so be it. At this point, I have no more years of my life to waste. I’ll go out however I go out, but it will be on my own terms.

So… What does this mean?

This may come as a shock, but – well – I actually do know a few things. Very well, as a matter of fact. Right now, there are projects I’m working on and things that I’m learning. It has never been difficult to find things to work on, especially at my age. I’ll worry about my own career (or lack thereof) and income.

At this point, I’m moving on.


May 24 Day 24

May 24 Day 24

One more week to go before I finish off this challenge!

The “big thing” everyone is discussing right now is that a bunch of knuckle-dragging idiots in dirty bedsheets are holding a rally downtown. Of course, everyone is telling everyone not to go confront them. Fine… I get that. They want attention. They want another Charlottesville. These people want for everything to blow up. I’m all okay with not giving them what they want.

What utterly disgusts me is how the rest of this conversation is shaping up: from those who want to equate these assholes to Black Lives Matter – not even in the same ballpark – to others who want to get everyone around this idea that “The answer to Hate is LOOOOOVVVVVVEEEEE.” Most of the people doing the talking don’t have a clue and don’t want to know what white supremacy is, why it is dangerous, how it affects the lives of people of color, and completely dismiss the dynamics at play because it fits a bullshit worldview where everyone gets along and all is peaches and cream and these people are just outliers.

Well… They aren’t. There’s a reason they wear dirty pillowcases on their heads. There’s a reason they don’t want anyone to know who they are. Even more, there are people that agree with their ideology that are in positions of power over the lives of people of color – politicians, policemen, teachers, bureaucrats, etc. – who won’t be standing up there with them and will do a lot more damage than any number of drunk idiots dancing around with swastikas.

People are so focused on the “hate” that they completely ignore the power that uses and directs the hate often in channels where people can’t see. People are so focused on the “hate” that they utterly ignore how the system blindly oppresses and disenfranchises people of color.

Marvel Trivia: Robert Bruce Banner was born in Dayton, Ohio.

Sure. Keep an eye on the Klan and yet completely ignore how the GOP openly and eagerly targets voting rights and accessibility for urban centers and people of color as nothing more than an electoral strategy. It’s far easier to make sure Black people don’t vote than to – I don’t know – actually go to their communities and make a case for how your candidates will actually fight for their needs… especially when you use them primarily useful as boogeymen “who your (White) tax dollars are supporting.”

Sure… ignore the Klan and preach love and unity today when on Monday you’re going to return to ignoring how the systems of power in academia and corporate America willfully discriminate against people of color. “Oh… We want people of color in our organizations, but we can’t find any who are qualified… (unless they are white).” “Oh… we want to reach out to all people, despite all the people at the table being whiter than an albino squirrel.”

Unless you are willing to be proactive against the various and multifrontal systemic barriers that are put in place to target and screen out people of color, YOU ARE NOT CONFRONTING RACISM. You won’t be doing it if you go there and shout down those repugnant assholes. You won’t be doing it if you go attend one of these alternative functions. You won’t be doing it by sitting on your asses at home.

Most of the people that are going to be hanging around downtown Dayton Saturday afternoon are going to pat themselves on the back for “taking a stand” and then go back to their homes and promptly forget that the people they “stood up for” will be followed around department stores, harassed via 911 phone call for breathing, denied interviews for positions they are qualified for based on their names or addresses, and disproportionately have their children educated in poorly-managed and financially-strained school systems headed by administrators in it for the sole purpose of seeking state-level offices.

Yes. Good job. Thank you for your fake display of support “speaking out against hate.” You’ve now earned the right to live your life like I don’t exist except for when you need some diversity in your life as long as I don’t mention anything about my unalienable rights as an American citizen.

Do you really mean well or do you just want to be seen as meaning well?

Until I see what happens on Monday, I’m just assuming everyone there is just a bunch of people wanting to be seen.

Angry Black Man signing out.


May 23 Day 23

May 23 Day 23

So… Started off the day working on this website for a little bit. Mostly, it was correcting the formatting on all of the blog posts. I actually managed to knock out most of them today. I didn’t get much else done, though. My biggest concern was just being able to wean myself away from the “old” website as quickly as possible.

The website is still not where I want it. I’d like to have something static on my “landing” page with previews of the recent blog posts up beneath it, but I guess it’s a start for right now. It’s not like I’m really getting much in the way of traffic or that I am overflowing with content no one can find. It took me a while to get the last one straightened out. I’ll be fine messing around with this one.

First world problems, I guess.

Took me a while, but I finally named him Marty. (Yes… It was the beads.)

On another note… Today is my oldest brothers’ birthday. They would have turned 46. Instead they are chilling with Dad and Jesus. I don’t talk about them much these days, but their lives – and though I hate to admit it, their deaths – tremendously influenced the course of my life. I would not be the man I am today without them. The story has been told already. Happy Birthday, Guys.

Other than that… Just trying to get things set and get caught up. It seems just about the only constant these days is being behind.

I had a kind of unexpected challenge dropped in my lap today. All right… It’s an offer I made that became something slightly different on the other person’s end, but I see too much possible good in it to outright say “No, but…” So… I’m trying to figure out how to solve this challenge. We’ll see.



May 22 Day 22

May 22 Day 22

Kind of having one of those times where there is a lot to get done and I’m just not feeling it. Granted, my biggest pain the neck (currently) is that I wrecked my website and am in the process of pulling it back together. Most of the important things are back up, thankfully. I’m just going through and fixing the formatting and other whatchamacallits in the blog posts. As of this writing, I have 41 blog posts total (not including this one). Two of them I wrote after the website changed hosts, so I don’t have to touch them. Out of the 39 remaining posts, I fixed 14 of them, which means I have 25 more to do. 19 of them were written this month.

Once I get those 25 out of the way, I will be more than overjoyed to say “Adios” to Microsoft Edge. Working with two browsers to copy/paste and alter formatting between two versions of the website is deceptively tedious. What’s particularly annoying – because of the difference in WordPress versions as well as the blog interface – is when I have to switch to HTML to get the embedded YouTube videos to present how I want them to. The blog interface in the ionos customized WordPress version – which I have to use on the already-annoying Microsoft Edge – is particularly aggravating to work with. Planning to change that as soon as I can.

(I hope I can, anyway…)

Stray cat I have dubbed “Reese” running around our yard.

Took Mom to get her Popeye’s. All I can think of is how the Hardened Gardener blabbed to one of our committees about how I refused to take her to Popeye’s one Sunday and nearly got me killed. I thought I was going to have to seek out protective custody, because I knew I’d never make it anywhere. Mom was born in KY and grew up in WV, which means going through those states are out. Got a sister living in Detroit which means I’m not escaping into Canada that way. I know too many people in PA and all of them are armed. That leaves Indiana.

Although I will always have a soft spot in my heart for my beloved Indiana University, there’s the whole matter of that state giving us the current vice president. Really, Dudes? You didn’t learn the last time you gave us a vice president that you should have stopped?

Whatever.Don’t pretend y’all didn’t know my liberal leanings before you got here.

Peace out.


MAY 21 DAY 21

May 21 Day 21

Today, today, today, today, TO – DAY!

So… If you have ever looked at my website before, then you know that there are a few things that are… off. Well, if you had looked at it earlier today, it would have been WAAAAAY off. Like… There was nothing on it. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilcho. NOT A THING. My website – THIS SITE RIGHT HERE – was deader than Daenerys.

Too soon for the “Game of Thrones” spoiler? Though my brother WP raves about the show, I’ve never watched it. The extent of my splurging is paying for Spotify and enjoying that I get Hulu with it, even though I rarely watch television. In fact, I should probably dig up my power strip to plug the television and Roku back in. (I took the power strip with me on a gig.)

Yeah… I know… I digressed. So… Back to my website.

It’s no one’s fault but mine. This isn’t the first, second, or even the third time I’ve nuked my website. I’m trying to remember, but I am pretty sure it’s not my fourth either. I’ll have to ask CP or Gorzek how many times each one of them have saved my ass. Could I in time figure out how not to ruin my website? Yes, I probably could. I have no desire to spend the time doing it. There’s only so much room in my head for anything. The website usually doesn’t even rank on the list of priorities. This month of May is actually the most I’ve ever used it. This post will be – I think – the forty-first post I’ve published in the 12 years I have had the website. What’s the title of this post again?

So… I mentioned last week that my sight had run afoul of the space allotment on my previous host. SO… I looked into it and realized I should just change hosts, especially since I was already paying for space at this particular host that I wasn’t coming close to using. This was the first time I’ve ever changed a domain, much less moved a website. With some Google-Fu and some touching base with knowledgeable people – PS the Canadian Rock Star and Gorzek the Mighty – I had a game plan.

The logical thing would be to set the new website up and have it ready to go when the domain switched. Well… I ddn’t even see that option with ionos during the week I was waiting. It may have been there, but I will straight out say that intuitiveness is not it’s strong suit. That’s a common problem with tech companies, particularly that rely on knowledge bases that are written for people WHO ALREADY KNOW WHAT THEY ARE DOING rather than the rest of us. Still… My Google-Fu had gotten me to where I had figured out how to back up the old website and the database. I thought all I had to do was restore on the new host once the WordPress installation was up and I’d be good to go.


As I mentioned for May 20, once the domain switched and it looked like I could access the space, nothing I did worked at all. As Gorzek would say when he took a look-see, the reason was because I was dealing with a customized WordPress installation from ionos that wouldn’t recognize either my backups or the database. There was an extension I could have used to back it up that would have worked, but it cost $100. Anyone who has followed this knows I’m a church musician. I don’t have $100. Not to mention that my electric piano is in the shop… AND I JUST REMEMBERED WHILE TYPING THIS that I forgot to touch base with IB to see what is going on with it.

My mind is all sorts of out of whack now…

My brother SFP’s cat Gabriel further foments chaos in my office space.

After a bit of messing around, I called PS the Canadian Rock Star and figured out a way to get back to the old site. Dude gave me a lecture and I’ll admit that I deserved every word of it. I’m actually a little scared that CP aka Mr. Anti-Foolishness may see this post and be reminded yet again just how much of a damn fool I am. Gorzek was the kindest to me, to which I certainly appreciate. After figuring out that it was the way, I went through and started copying over each of my posts.

Go figure… This is probably the one and only time where chronically neglecting a website actually pays off, since I’ve only had 41 posts on it over the last 12 years. Of course, in order to pull it off, I had to use two different browsers. I used Chrome to access the old website – using a Virtual Host for Chrome – and then Microsoft Edge in order to access the new website.

Just gotta say… MICROSOFT EDGE IS SHIT. No access to the clipboard? COME ON. So, I’m copying all this stuff an completely losing all the formatting when I paste it into your interface. What the HELL, Microsoft? STUFF LIKE THIS IS WHY I STOPPED USING INTERNET EXPLORER. Even now, I’m going to copy this post THAT I TYPED IN MICROSOFT OFFICE 365 into the website on Microsoft Edge and I’ll lose ALL the formatting.

Bull. Fucking. Shit.

Yeah… I know… I gotta be careful with that mouth of mine. I was gritting my teeth even while typing this.

Anyway, I copied all my posts over – sans formatting and all the photos and videos put in – and then just went ahead and published them as-is rather than wait until I’ve gone back through and corrected them. The photos I was able to just pull out of the backup files from the old website. The videos will take a bit more doing because those were YouTube links. The biggest pain is going to be going through and redoing the formatting.

For right now… My content is all saved. That was the important thing. I hurried to get caught up on my May posts. It’s not convenient and I’m already cringing while knowing I’m going to have to go through my social media posts and correct the links on the pictures. It’s just a lot of fixing I’m going to have to do. I’ll deal.

I’m also seeing that much of this interface is different from what I’m used to. It will probably be a while before the website looks okayish. We’ll see.

That said… This post has gone on long enough.

All the best


MAY 20 DAY 20

May 20 Day 20

Obviously, this is not getting posted on May 20 or even close. I’ll be doing good to get this up before May 21 is out. Typical Mondays are part recovery from crazy Sunday with a dose of staff meetings in the evening. I try to get some practice in. Given the lack of sleep Saturday followed by more lack of sleep on Sunday, I really tried to get the rest. It didn’t quite work out. (Does it ever?)

The car my younger brother drives has this ongoing intermittent problem where it will just shut off – while driving – and then not turn over for about 10-15 minutes. It has happened twice while I was driving it, one time in the left turn lane of the LAST intersection I’d want to be stuck in. Battery and alternator have both been checked. He checked spark plugs. We aren’t mechanics. Dude should take it in, but admittedly that car is barely limping. Another car should be on the table.

My sandals may be made for walking, but my brother is NOT.

Anyway… I got up and took him to work, which messed with my plan to catch up on sleep. Mom wanted some Mexican, so I took her to one of her places that just relocated. Lunch was great. I checked my new host to see if my domain was switching or at the very least I could start setting up the website. Saw no sign. Having never moved a website before, there probably was some way to set it up before the domain moved, but I sure as hell didn’t know it.

About the time I was originally writing this post – which was about 12:30 AM on May 21 – the domain switched. I checked it out and then started restoring the website and database like these online places said. NOPE. Didn’t work. I put it in the wrong place the first time. Then I put it in the right place and it still wouldn’t work. At that point, I set that aside because I remembered “Shit! I need to set my GSuite back up!”

Now… I used to love Google, but they destroyed that love when Google Wallet held $200 my sister gave me to help cover the cost of our father’s memorial expenses. FOR OVER TWO MONTHS. So… As far as I’m concerned, Google can do unmentionable things to itself with objects you can imagine. Unfortunately, I use GSuite for my website email. (Well… and Google for my personal email and my work email, too.) I had to go and set that up all over again and convince Google to look for it. As quickly as possible.

One of my sisters uses one of my domain emails for her Google music cloud. For the love of God, do not get in between DS and her music. I don’t know about you, but I like being alive.

Speaking of that… May 20 marked two years to the day that we held my father’s memorial service. Three church communities came together to help us pull that together. It ran way too long, but it was a great service and probably the best thing to come out of that time period. In a way, it was also a preview of what it was going to be like working with the Brother Rudy and the Terrible Twosome. Dad’s sendoff did him justice and it was fitting for it to be in the town he loved with his friends and family.

Back to my website… Well… Meh. I hope I develop a great relationship with ionos.com, because I don’t ever want to do this again!


MAY 19 DAY 19

May 19 Day 19

As I mentioned in previous entries, Sundays tend to be my crazy days. 4:30 AM wake. 5:30 get Mom ready. 6:30 out the door. 7:00 set up at The Greene. 8 rehearsal. 9 Service 1. 10:20 Service 2. Scramble to tear everything down by 12 noon. Lunch with Mom afterwards. Go home. Post-church coma about 3:30. Get up 5:30 and go rehearse with the Dayton Salsa Project (DSP) at 6:30. Get home at about 10 PM. Usually on about 3 hours of sleep the previous night. So… If I’m lucky, my post-church coma will be about two hours. Doesn’t usually work out that way.

Mosaic worship celebrations went pretty well this morning. There were some challenges to work around, but it went fine. I caved in and brought my 100-lb, 21-year-old electric piano with the floppy disk drive. It worked fine with the exception of twice where someone touched the power cord and it came right on out. During the first service, I had to scramble around and flop right around on my back during the first song to put it back in. (I can’t see the insert from above.)

It went okay… but I will probably not be bringing that particular instrument back out in the future. Simply finding a way to get the stand (which is screwed together) inside of the car with Mom’s wheelchair and ramp added about 10 minutes to packing and unpacking. And don’t get me started on the extra time with screwing the top of it on the stand. I used to gig with that keyboard all the time – and it looks like it – but these days, I don’t need to be hauling stuff like that around and balancing with it over my head while I screw it in.

Okay… So it may have been dinged around a few times in its 21 years…

Nope. I can’t wait until I get my (much lighter and newer) keyboard back from my guy IB!

My post-church coma ended up getting cut short today. Our International Pastor Ayad Attia graduated from United Theological Seminary yesterday with his doctorate and the graduation party was held today. Crash course on Ayad: He’s Egyptian and grew up as a Christian in a predominantly-Muslim country. He knows the Bible and the history better than just about anyone I know. Much of his work involves Christian outreach to Muslims. Ayad has a huge heart and a warm spirit. I was honored to celebrate this milestone with him.

Dr. Habibi Meister – I mean – Dr. Ayad Attia!

I left the party early to make a mad dash to Dayton to rehearse with DSP. I already bragged about them last week, so I’ll avoid rehashing history and becoming a basket case.

One of the things I have noticed from the past week is how sometimes the smallest thing can be an enormous help to the people around you. I won’t get into the details, but while working on one of my own projects, I realized there were resources I wasn’t using and people that could use them. So… I offered. They accepted. I’m curious to see what they do with them. The additional cost to me was basically negligible, but the dividend is well worth it. Glad I could be a part of it.

Someone gave my Mom this basket today in church.

All right… Time to back up the website. Pretty sure I can get it done before the website moves!

Thanks all!