my Church
I see it. I see too much of it.
Divide and Conquer
Divide and Conquer
It works. It’s an old, time tested strategy, an instinct for some.
Divide and Conquer. Step up in the world - on the backs of others.
I am sad to say - - - it works.
And (I am proud to say)
it’s not my thing.
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Yeah, OK Scott - Armchair Quarterback. Guy forever sitting in the cheap seats.
Big mouth
What do you got - Scott? What’s your plan? What do you suggest?
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Well…
How about this?
I think it is - My Thang.
Unite and Prosper
Unite and Prosper
That is my Thing. I think that’s always been my thing.
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“I’d like to teach the world to sing - in perfect harmony.”
“Brothers to the left. Brothers to the right. No one left in between.”
(both lyrics - from songs)
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The things we have done.
The things we Could Do.
Together. As one.
Together…
(This should be a song. If only I could write music to go along with words. AI???)
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I am percussion, a rhythm, a beat.
I am - catalyst.
At my best, in my best moments - I bring people - together.
I’m not the front man. I’m the drummer.
I sit in back. I stand in back. I keep cadence.
I am a reminder, a brother, a husband, friend.
I am good faith. (I hope I am good faith.)
I march to my own beat. I do not follow, but I listen.
I hear you.
Let us walk - together.
I will listen.
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Photo:
1976 - Scott and Friends, a motley crew
In, where else? My Parent’s basement. (My forever - favorite basement. It’s been a long time since I had a basement. I miss you - basement.)
My head is too big for my body. (Note to body. Get to work. Catch up.)
Great Friends. I’ve always been blessed to have Great, Wonderful Friends.
Those boys, we spun out into the world. Went a bunch of ways, and I don’t know where most of them are now.
But one, I’ve looped back to. (Or I should say, he made the effort, the big effort. He looped back to me.) We are still close. I think, maybe - closer than ever. (His Friendship means the world to me.)
One is gone. He has left. He is missed. (I miss him. We miss him.)
Another became a Big Shot. I think maybe he’s flying too high for this pack. Maybe he forgot (wants to forget) where he came from. Too big. He left us behind, in our (too) small place - distant time. (But time is funny. Time will tell. Time can be forgiving. Never say never. We might - one day - loop back.)
Another is distant, far away, but we have communicated, we do connect, from time to time. He is thoughtful, like me - a Thinker. We reminisce. And it is good. I am grateful for any connection / reconnect.
Friends, unity, fellowship. (That is what I see when I look at this photo.)
Where and when we come together, people of good will, good faith - men and women, cats and dogs
- - - you are my Brothers
When and where we come together - - - you all, us,
YOU are my Church