Another “Mothers Day”…and Music.
Kathy and I are extremely thankful for the incredible blessing to have all 4 of our parents alive, independent and reasonably healthy for their ages. As a result, every Mothers Day is a little more special than the last. Today was an amazing celebration of the past, present and future.
This Mothers Day, in the church I pastor, my 78 year old Mother was in her regular spot for our morning service…as she has usually been for the last 16 years. What a journey we have traveled together. I come from a family of singers and musicians on my Father’s side. It was impressed on me early on that “Real Men” sing & play! My Dad, Grandfather and Uncles loved baseball, football, the Razorbacks and great music. As boys, my brothers and I saw this and felt totally comfortable expressing ourselves musically…
YET, without a doubt it was my Mother who gave me my deep love and appreciation for music. It was my Mom who sat in the floor with me as a preschooler and played record after record and sang with me for so many hours…It was my Mother who perceived something about me and spent a lot of money (in 1960) to buy a multi-LP boxed set of “The History of Music“. The memories of listening to these records are still amazingly vivid. Hour upon hour of Classical Symphonies from the great Masters, the great american folk anthems like “Oh Suzanna” and “Jimmy crack-corn”, western ballads like “Home On the Range” and “Hang Down Your Head Tom Dooley”, and above all, the sacred Hymns of the ages like Luther’s “A Mighty Fortress Is Our God” and Watts’ “Amazing Grace”.
Mom, was not the feature soloist, she never played the piano for a service like so many preacher’s wives are expected to do. But she was the one who cultivated my mind and inspired my heart to minisiter with a song. Thanks Mom. You have literally blessed everyday of my life, and I pray a few others through me.
How did your Mom bless your life? How did you get your love for music?
Have you got a good Mothers Day story you can share?…or just a tribute to your Mom?
Come on…Come blog with me!
Paul Jackson / The Prophets
www.pauljacksongroup.com
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May 14th, 2007 at 12:03 pm
I, too, learned to love music through my parents. I still remember Mama rocking my little brother & me for naps and singing to us. My father, though, was the one who really loved music. He never played a musical instrument and really couldn’t sing, to speak of, but he loved folk, bluegrass and country music.
We had a console stereo that you could put a stack of lp’s on and I remember when we went to bed at night that Daddy would put a stack on and we would listen to them as we went to sleep. When I got big enough, I would put a stack on myself and sit for hours just listening and singing. Jimmy Driftwood, Flatt & Scruggs, Johnny Cash, Johnny Horton, Jim Reeves, Patti Paige, etc.
Anytime there was a bluegrass festival, fiddlin’ contest, etc. close by, he would load us all up and we would go. When we drove to visit my grandparents for a weekend, it was usually on a Friday night and we would listen to the Grand Ole Opry. And if we couldn’t get it to come in and us kids got restless, Daddy would sing “Old Rattler” or “There’s a Hole in the Bottom of the Sea” to us!
I grew up in the Church of Christ and was blessed with hearing some good “parts” singing. It gave me a real appreciation for good harmony and unlike many, I am not afraid to sing accapella!
I thank God for my Christian parents, who not only taught me spiritually, but taught me to love music. I don’t know how I could survive without some form of music in my life!
May 14th, 2007 at 4:35 pm
I have always loved music, any kind of music. My parents always took us to church we were not SENT, we were there with Mother and Daddy. On Saturday night we would sit around the fire and listen to the Grand ‘OL Opry on the radio, (did not have a TV). Then we would all sing. Back in the 60’s when mini-skirts was so poplar for us teenagers, daddy would say “if you girls with lengthen those skirts and dresses some, I will buy you an organ”. Well, we did not lengthen the skirts but we DID get the organ. We had taken piano lessons at about 10 years old. Then I took organ lessons.
My mom sang in a quartet at church with Brenda Aquilino’s dad, Uncle John Fielding, he sang base. Oh did she love to sing. She sang alto, and there was no doubt, you could always hear Mother singing. She always seemed so proud. The last time she sang a special at church was about 3 weeks before she went to heaven. April 14, 2006 God took her home. Her last few days here, I told her that the Heavenly Choir needed an alto singer and they have heard you are coming, and they are so excited. I said, “Mother when you walk inside That Gate you hold those shoulders high, (she always had great posture even at 83 yrs) and you sing more beautiful than you have ever sung”. If she was still with us she would want to be in the ARC with me. She knew I had always wanted to sing in a choir and she would be so proud of me giving myself to the choir.
As I have said many times, I have never done anything in my life that I enjoy and get such a blessing as I do with the ARC. I love all of you and especially our leader Bro Paul and Kathy, and also Bro Bruce.
I just hope that I am a blessing to someone that we sing to.
God Bless all of you. Janie Elton
May 14th, 2007 at 5:53 pm
Beth and Janie,
These are the types of stories I hoped some would share with our online community. Thanks!
You both are great blessings to Kathy and me and the Arkansas Revival Center Choir.
You have shown folks the way…let’s hope some others will tell their stories now…Come on, come blog with us!
Paul Jackson / ARC & The Prophets
www.pauljacksongroup.com
May 14th, 2007 at 9:10 pm
My Mother sang to us and with us as we grew older. Jesus Loves me was always around the house. We would go to church and like most, sing and sing all the old songs and they will be in our minds for life. Ed Sullivan show always had some singer on so some more music would pop out of someones mouth. I just wished I had caught some of the notes. My father knew some old gospel singers and played the piano and guitar with some. Joe Roper was one great piano players so there was music around our house. My granddaughter (3 yrs old) comes up stairs singing B I B L E B I B L E because her mother is teaching her songs. A good Christian Mother continues on down the lines. Mothers teach future Mothers the Christain ways. Thank God for Christian Mothers.
May 14th, 2007 at 10:59 pm
AMEN JIMMY !!!! What a great story and sermonette!
PJ
May 15th, 2007 at 10:24 am
My mother struggled with her spiritual life most of hers. As many of you know, her mother (my Grandmother) was the spritual guiding star in my life. Both of them were strong in their own ways. Both could walk into a room a demand respect just by being there. There was an “air” with both them.
I think the strongest lesson my Grandmother taught me though was that she prayed for my mother (her daughter) for years and years to be saved. She never gave up. With all praise to God and at age 93, she led my mother to Christ three days before she died. My Grandmother lived for two more years after that and casts a pretty big shadow.
Most of who I am comes from her…
May 15th, 2007 at 10:48 am
Thanks Don…because I know you, I have heard that story…but it touches me everytime. What a macnificent tribute to the women of your life.
You are blessed…blessed indeed!
Paul Jackson / www.TheHighlandsChurch.org