Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Cori was raised just south of Pittsburgh. I came from a place just a bit "southier" from her. So we know about the Iron City and the pierogies and the cabbage rolls and the hoop-eye shoop-eye polka. But that's where it ends.
This singer/songwriter makes marks on the souls of the people she meets, let alone the people who are fortunate to hear her songs. The words come from such a loving place despite coming from a broken home. I know. But I think that in that brokenness, kids with limited parents develop a sense of seeing limitless things. Feeling beyond what others feel. And Cori (she's gonna KILL me) can weave these threads into the most touching tunes imaginable. But it doesn't stop there.
I had the opportunity to visit with Cori and Dave Connors over a recent 10 day stretch and I have come away rather dumbfounded. How can people be so nice? Why don't they ever raise their voices in anger or disagreement? Why is it always family, family, family?
You see, I learned my do's and don't's from others and not from parents or other family. I never had brothers or sisters. And the remnants of my living family today might as well be dead. That's right. I have cousins and aunts and uncles who have been silent for decades. And it's probably interpreted as my fault for not staying in touch. I tried but it will always be my fault.
Enter religion. OK, I'm not going to try and convert you. But the one constant thing that has kept me out of jail and has helped me make many friends is my faith (and sometimes lack of it) in God. A God who is kind and generous and doesn't keep score. A constant friend in times of sorrow and even depression. You see, Cori, Dave, and their entire family and friends practice their faith and wear it on their sleeves. And they let it wash over their family and friends. And even over distant people that they have never met before last week.
Everyone thinks that religion is found in buildings made of granite with stained glass windows and lots of smells and bells. It is not any of that. It's in the hearts of people like Cori and Dave Connors. And in their family and in everyone they know. They don't have to go to a temple to talk to God. He's right there with them all of the time.
So this Thanksgiving, I'm going to pray that God blesses the Connors family and every family that I know. And you know, why stop there? How about the families that are hurting and in pieces?
Cori wrote a song called "Give Thanks". You ought to go and hear this.. http://www.amazon.com/Give-Thanks/dp/B000QLM0H4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1290644377&sr=8-1 It'll cost you though. 89 cents. Big money. In fact, buy or download the whole CD. I promise you that this will be the best Christmas present you'll ever get for yourself or for others.
So on this Thanksgiving, think about family, friends, a steady job, good health. And please pray for those who don't have it quite as good. Our soldiers and veterans, homeless, the lonely and infirmed. It won't even cost you 89 cents to do that.
Cori's right. Give thanks.