Tuesday, August 04, 2026

Monkee Business

 

Monkee Business


The following is about something I once heard Michael Nesmith, one of the Monkees, say in an interview and it made an impression on me. This is from June 18, 2007. 


The Monkees were the precursors of the music video generation. For several years in the late 1960's, the quartet that was assembled as a band to be the backdrop for a television show churned out hit records even though many believed they were, as a group, possessing dubious music credentials. Davy Jones, Mickey Dolenz, Peter Tork, and Michael Nesmith became stars as actors in thirty minute spoofs, silly but appealing to American kids. The success story, as seemed to be the norm for the era, began unraveling as the foursome began demanding more control of their musical career. In 1970, the group that gave us Last Train To Clarksville and Daydream Believer disbanded, living on in syndicated television and the rare reunion concert. My favorite of the four was Michael Nesmith. A skinny Texan who wore a green stocking hat, Nesmith was an interesting character on and off the screen. A noted musician in his own right, he penned Linda Ronstadt's mega hit, Different Drum. His mother, Bette Nesmith, was the inventor and patent-holder of Liquid Paper, leaving her son an inheritance of close to $25 million when she died. Nesmith is also sometimes credited with being the creator of MTV which forever altered the culture of American pop music. After the dissolution of The Monkees, he fronted several bands and continued to write and perform music. One of his finest efforts was the beautiful, Joanne. I found it on You-tube, paired with a collage honoring long-time husband and wife, Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward. In the same category, I found a live recording of Joanne, presumably on American Bandstand. There was no accompanying film, just a flashing of Nesmith photographs. When the song was finished, Nesmith was interviewed by Dick Clark (I think!) about his career and tastes in music. The question was asked how Nesmith came to make such a lovely and successful record as Joanne, with its country music overtones, while professing not to like country music in the first place. He admitted that the twang and structure of the country style was not his cup of tea. But he followed up that pronouncement with a remarkable statement:

"What I like about country music is that
it represents a lifestyle with which I am extraordinarily comfortable.''


Doesn't that describe a number of Christians? We might not actually embrace the essence of Christianity- the sacrifice, the carrying the cross part- but we are at ease in the lifestyle. It may be, like Nesmith being exposed to country music as a child, what we have grown up with. If we are raised in a Christian home, it's seamlessly woven into our childhood. Remember the Commodores' song, Easy Like Sunday Morning? That can describe some of us if we aren't careful. Our religion might be non-threatening on the level we practice it. But Christianity should not be the refuge of the comfortable. Comfortable implies predictable or stagnant, not necessarily relevant. Maybe a little dose of chaos would keep us on our toes. Not too much- just a little!

Applicable quote of the day:

"The Monkees are like the Mafia. You're in for life. Nobody gets out."
Davy Jones

To watch and listen to Michael Nesmith singing Joanne, click or copy/paste: 
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbKI4-uga60&list=RDVbKI4-uga60&start_radio=1

God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

Monday, August 03, 2026

The Good In Goodbye

 

The Good In Goodbye



 

I'm back in Houston and my mind is waking us from  a state  of confusion due to lack of sleep, normal for me. The third picture is Ngan last Friday, twelve years after the previous shot. This is from August 2, 2014.
Right now, they are eating together at the church building in Can Tho, Vietnam. I know because they are twelve hours ahead and I did the same for the past three weeks. There is always a transition period for me when I get back. Last night, only several hours off of the plane, I ran into one of my former students, Charles Crouch, at Taco Cabana and it took me a second or two to recognize him, something that would never normally happen. My explanation? I told him, "Sorry Big C but I was in Moscow this morning." When I've napped the past twenty-four hours, I've waken suddenly each time with fifteen seconds needed to be sure where I am. Those of you who've been through jet lag know the routine.

The hardest part of any mission is not the travel or the planning or the fund raising- it's the leaving. Over four Julys in Vietnam, I have grown extremely close to the church and its members. I've witnesses their growing physically and intellectually and most of all, spiritually. They are a fascinating blend of young Christians, most of whom are the descendant of one woman, Ket, who had eleven children and a life of grief but who became a Christian in her eighties, baptized in the same river where her husband was murdered. As I packed less than seventy-two hours ago, eight year old Ngan, one of Ket's numerous great grandkids, came in and watched me silently. I looked over and saw tears rolling down her face. At the risk of exploiting a child's emotions, I posted it on Facebook where it has received nearly 200 likes and close to thirty comments. It was a picture where the caption just got in the way.

I spent the better part of three weeks working with Vietnamese youngsters on improving their English speaking skills and we talked often about the meaning of words and phrases. We didn't get around to the etymology of goodbye but we should have. As you probably know, and they don't, it's a contracted form of the Old English, God be with ye. When I was a boy, we often sang Jeremiah Rankin's hymn, God Be With You (Till We Meet Again) which is reprinted below and includes several verses new to me. Written in 1882, it expresses so well the pain, but also the hopefulness of reunion with those we love. Lord willing, it will only be a year for me. 


God be with you till we meet again;
By His counsels guide, uphold you,

With His sheep securely fold you;
God be with you till we meet again.

Refrain
Till we meet, till we meet,
Till we meet at Jesus’ feet;
Till we meet, till we meet,
God be with you till we meet again.
God be with you till we meet again;
Neath His wings protecting hide you;
Daily manna still provide you;
God be with you till we meet again.

Refrain
God be with you till we meet again;
With the oil of joy anoint you;
Sacred ministries appoint you;
God be with you till we meet again.

Refrain
God be with you till we meet again;
When life’s perils thick confound you;
Put His arms unfailing round you;
God be with you till we meet again.

Refrain
God be with you till we meet again;
Of His promises remind you;
For life’s upper garner bind you;
God be with you till we meet again.

Refrain
God be with you till we meet again;
Sicknesses and sorrows taking,
Never leaving or forsaking;
God be with you till we meet again.

Refrain
God be with you till we meet again;
Keep love’s banner floating o’er you,
Strike death’s threatening wave before you;
God be with you till we meet again.

Refrain
God be with you till we meet again;
Ended when for you earth’s story,
Israel’s chariot sweep to glory;
God be with you till we meet again.


Applicable quote of the day:
“When someone you love says goodbye, you can stare long and hard at the door they closed and forget to see all the doors God has open in front of you.”
Shannon L. Alder


God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1

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