Always keep several get well cards on the mantel so when people drop in unexpectedly they will think you’ve been sick and unable to clean house.
Archive for May 7th, 2006
The song was written by Thomas A. Dorsey (1899-1993) in 1932, following the death in childbirth of his wife, Nettie. He went on – for more than 60 years – to pursue an illustrious calling in the field of gospel music. On this CD is a short recording of him talking about writing “Precious Lord, Take My Hand,” as it is formally titled.
I love the arrangement on the Rev. Al Green’s CD. Just the right up-tempo; it’s not a dirge, it’s about going on with things. Sure, the lyrics are about the Lord leading us “home,” and you can think oh that’s about dying, which I suppose it is. But I see it as more than that. Yep, we’re all going to die someday; but what paths are we going to follow up to that particular “going home” moment?
Al’s singing here to his Lord, asking for a hand to lead him on. Feeling happy that his guide is there, feeling good about where he will be led. Including through the next years of life.
I don’t always have a faith like that.
I do have a faith. A faith that has trouble sitting still and saying “yessir” to everything an organized religion says, an awkward sprawling undisciplined sort of faith.
“Spirituality” is such a pretentious word. Its inherent nobility is tarnished for me because it’s bandied about by so many Cosmic Foo-Foo artists and tedious agnostics. I don’t have a Spirituality, something that sounds like it would be a late-model hybrid-powered thing with XM radio, leather seats and sunroof.
I have just a modest awkward flawed middle-class mid-American female faith. Because, among other things, I know for a fact that a power greater than myself saved my unworthy little life back in March 1987, and facts are facts.
Maybe everybody’s got to believe in something, and right now I believe I’ll have another cup of coffee. (Shades of W. C. Fields!)