by: kevin smith clark
“Could I have been a parking lot attendantCould I have been a millionaire in Bel-Air
Could I have been lost somewhere in Paris
Could I have been your little brother
Could I have been anyone other than me…”
Dave Matthews, “Dancing Nancies”
Could I have been…miserable in central Kentucky? I had this Zen-like moment on Sunday while walking through the halls of my parents’ church. This was the same church where I cut my teeth on ministry and realized my calling. This was the same church where I met her…the girl I dated before my wife, Amy. And I saw her Sunday morning (I won’t get into details, I won’t slander, but we’ve taken distinctly different paths since June ’97). Then the FLASH of insight (sorry to mix Buddha and Jesus): what if I hadn’t severed the ties of that necrotic relationship? Could I have been anyone other than me?
I’m 99.9% confident: (1) I never venture out of KY for anything, (2) I never get involved in leading worship, (3) I miss out on my relationship with Amy, my two beautiful children, and (4) I don’t meet g13 at Soybean Bible and strike up a friendship that was originally based on two facts: the Dave Matthews Band are gods (we’ve both changed our opinions since then), and Barry Sanders is the greatest running back in history (I’m still steadfast on this, assuming g13 is as well).
Needless to say, I made the right choice…but that Sunday was all the Thanksgiving I needed. Anyone else had one of those moments lately?
4 comments:
lately i've been thinking a lot about what i could have been or even could be if i wasn't so contrarian. while i find a measure of comfort in dwelling in the margins, lately i've found it exhausting.
of course i have a whole scree of could have beens related to baseball and the boiling temper of my youth, but i'm not going to get into that.
Nice Ale-8 picture...did I share my Ale-8 (or as Amy calls it, "Pisswater") stash with you in Lincoln?
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yes, you shared your stash several times.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ericonceaday/2943638960/in/photostream/
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