Christian music

A friend came up to me at school and the next thing I know I am listening to a praise band in a church of the Nazarene. Life is like that, if you open it up to things which are not in the comfort zone.

My friend's son was playing guitar and singing about Jesus and my thoughts wondered. I wished that I could interview these high school students in 30 years to see where their spiritual journey will lead them. For now it will lead them to compete against and meet other bands at a conference in Boston.

When I was their age I was headed away from church, while mosaic woman was immersed in the youth group. Now, I kiss her good bye on Sundays as I head off to church.

At one quieter point during the concert I leaned over to Mosaic Woman and said, "If we are lucky they will play a Mark Heard song."

Her eyes lit up and said, "do they know his music?"

I said, "I don't know, but if we are lucky...."

Mark Heard died at the age of 40 from cardiac arrest two weeks after having a heart attack on stage while performing with none other than Pierce Pettis, who I wrote about in the past. We left the concert without hearing a Mark Heard tune.

Finding a CD, that was put out to support Mark's widow and child, was much easier than trying to find the cassettes buried away of his own voice. Like I said, as a punk I left the church and freely mocked Christian rock, but in my late 30's the music of Mark, and Pierce led me back to God. And there on the CD are names of other musicians who influenced me in my journey: Victoria Williams, Bruce Cockburn, Julie Miller, Buddy Miller.

I get up from this post to start track 7, Pierce singing Nod Over Coffee, and tears enter my eyes. Are these the tears that formed last night as the spiritual exercises led to the nails entering Jesus. I wondered when they would flow.

Two songs later, I pause the CD and click this and there are Pierce and Mark joking with each other, then Mark is gone and Pierce is singing at a tribute concert. Half way though the video, Mosaic woman comes over and kisses me, as the curse of the second hand sends her off to work.....

All the unsaid words that I might be thinking And all the little signs that I might give you They would not be enough No they would not be enough So we nod over coffee and say goodbye Smile over coffee and turn to go We know the drill and we do it well We love it, we hate it Ain't that life Ain't that the curse of the second hand Ain't that the way of the hour and the day If I weren't so alone and afraid They might pay me what I am worth But it would not be enough You deserve better So we nod over coffee and say goodbye Do whatever has to be done again today Get in the traffic and time will fly Look at the sun and pray for rain Ain't that the curse of the second hand Ain't that the way of the hour and the day The dam of time cannot hold back The dust that will surely come of these bones And I'm sure I will not have loved enough Will not have loved enough If we could see with wiser eyes What is good and what is sad and what is true Still it would not be enough Could never be enough So we nod over coffee and say goodbye Bolt the door it's time to go Into the car with the radio on Roll down the window and blow the horn Ain't that the curse of the second hand Ain't that the way of the hour and the day