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Weekly e-newsletter for members and friends of the Dublin Community Church

 

November 2, 2007

                                                           

                                      

Your Song

The thought occurred to me when I found out the connections that people have with one another.

The thought was not real profound…but I was thinking of how we simply don’t have the time to realize that we have much in common.

I noticed this with the new members classes when two women realized that they were both from the same state, had both lived in the same big city in yet another state and even worked in the same career field and had a few business acquaintances in common. Recently they found themselves in the same room as New Members of Dublin Community Church.

We find our way in the world by seeking out connections. Yes, I know of the “old boy connection” in the business world but we do the same on any day.

There are probably no communities as exclusive as a lake community and the cottages that surround the lake. Talk with any of the families and every person in them will have their own personal story of how the lake (or mountain cabin or whatever) has its own hold over someone.

We go to the lake in Michigan each summer and though we have never owned property there I do have some roots and nearly every summer I find that they are “tested” by others. My grandpa’s old buddy Dinty Moore (now, don’t get this guy confused with the beef stew or the comic strip character in the 1930’s…his real name was Donald but everyone called him Dinty) bought a bunch of cabins on a bay at the lake in Michigan just after WW II. He rented them to summer-folk for swimming (prior to the advent of speed boats) and to hunters in the fall and ice-fishermen in the winter. (It had to be ice fishermen, I just can’t imagine a woman sitting on a frozen lake all day in a wooden box watching a hole in the ice for signs of aquatic life.)

Grandma and Grandpa went there first in 1946 and camped and then in the 1950’s my Mom and Dad and my siblings followed and we would rent a cabin. We would boat and ski and swim. Good times were had by all.

Today I still go there and on hot afternoons I walk the sand lanes behind the cottages surrounding the lakes and occasionally come across other lake residents. Their stories are similar to mine. They came to the lake as kids. It was the best time of their lives and now they bring their kids and grandkids and their cottage has been in the family for generations. They are part of the lake cottage landed gentry.

The conversation usually rolls around to my experiences at the lake and what brought me there and when. If I am talking to an “old-timer”…meaning, anyone my age or older…I tell them that “my Grand daddy was a buddy of Dinty Moore.”

“Ahh!” is always the reply.

 

 

Translated that always means…”OK, you are one of us. You have earned your place on the lake.” Then they proceed to explain how they have connections to Dinty or one of the half dozen families who first owned the land around the lake in 1900.

A few years ago I went up to Detroit to see Elton John in concert. It takes a few hours to get to Detroit. I knew no one there but had a ticket to the concert. So did 17,000 other people. And that was just in the Detroit area. How many other people considered Elton to be part of the fabric of their lives through his songs?

I recall getting my first Elton John album in college and playing it over and over and then purchasing a couple more that I had missed. Over the next decade or so I bought more and knew all the songs and now I realize that certain songs are connected with certain events in my life. Hear the song…think of the event…feel the emotion of that event. Elton’s music helped me connect.

So, there I was, with my personal history tied to Elton and his songs and as I walked through the arena’s corridors and escalators I saw visible proof that thousands and thousands had their own personal connections of sad and happy times in their lives…with Elton John songs being the soundtrack of their lives.

I wondered what events they linked with “Tiny Dancer” or “Daniel” or “Grimsby” or “My Father’s Gun.” I could go on for 15 minutes about each of those songs and the event in my life to which they are tied. Wouldn’t it be interesting to ask the same of some of those thousands who were walking into the arena for the concert?

That’s a part of the fun, and the challenge of taking in new members. I always wonder how they will link up with us and how we might link with them. We’ve got a start in our mutual church backgrounds and in our lives in Christ.

But I also want to know the other stuff…like what they were doing when they heard “Burn Down the Mission.” I can tell you what I was doing and where I was and that I was drinking some very bad coffee from Brazil.

Life is too short to drink bad coffee and never long enough to explore all the connections we have with others.

Peace,  Bob

ON ANOTHER NOTE………

Allie Jensen, our organist and music director at Dublin Community Church for many years, died peacefully at home this past Wednesday.  A Memorial Service, followed by a reception, was held in the sanctuary of Dublin Community Church on Monday November 5.  Over 250 people gathered to celebrate Allie's life, sharing fond memories and listening to recordings of two of Allie's beautiful performances.  We also enjoyed a wonderful String Bass performance by Allie's son, Ben.  We give thanks to God for the music that she brought into our lives at Dublin Community Church over the years and her support of the Arts in Greater Columbus.