Monday, April 8, 2013

Car Time Convos


The car is the perfect venue for forced family time. And much to my children's dismay, there's no escaping the sound-proof walls of our old Chevy Tahoe. (Sound proof is what I'm hoping for, at least.) It's a place where we comfortably fight and sing and have these things called conversations.

But when I've got the attention of my three kids all at once, I have to watch it or else I run the risk of multi-tasking my talking points. And that can bad. Bad. Because horrible and wretched is the day I discuss - simultaneously in front of my 9, 13, and 16 year olds - how babies are made, the importance of deodorant on a daily basis, and the top three reasons why I think the new SnapChat-picture-texting thing can get real inappropriate real fast. All within the confines of my squeaky, Target-bound SUV.

Thankfully, most of our car time conversations are age appropriate. In fact, a recent one centered around the band, Switchfoot. As they played on the radio (mostly coming through the left-side speaker - the right one has been a little shoddy), I turned to my teenage daughter and said, "I really like the guitar work in this song."

She rolled her eyes and said, "Guitar work? That's not a thing, mom. You just say guitar. Not guitar work."

Hmm. Really? Because when I got home, I googled it. And FYI your information, daughter-o-mine, "guitar work" is a thing. But even better is to say "guitar riff." That's the correct terminology to use when someone is playing your jam.

Sigh. If only I knew my music - notes and keys and stuff. It would make me so cool. But for now, all I've got is "riff." Although I do remember once hearing about minor keys, and how they make music sound eerie and spooky and suspenseful. So I guess I know a little about that, too.

I recently heard something else interesting on the radio - only it was talk radio. This guy was going on about life, about how it's a struggle and there's pain and sadness and yuck. So would it be too much of a stretch to say that all of creation - in all it's misery - is being played in a minor key?

Even Faith Hill, who comes out with a new album this year (so I've heard), sang about it once:

Wars are raging, lives are scattered
Innocence is lost and hopes are shattered
The old are forgotten, the children are forsaken
In this world we're living in, is there anything sacred

Why yes, Miss Hill, you've got it right. There is something sacred - our faith. We are to hold onto it and not lose heart despite everything we see. 2 Corinthians 4:16-18 says that our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we are to fix our eyes not on what is seen, but what is unseen - since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

Now talk about age-appropriate, "if anything I ever say gets through to you," car time conversations! Any chance I get to encourage my kids to look beyond this temporary day and to hope in eternal, lasting things...I'll take it. That's something I can run with. Maybe even guitar run with. (More guitar lingo.)


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