I know this female pastor who has issues. I think somewhere along the line she has been hurt, but every time I see her she has this 300 lb. chip on her shoulder.
In every conversation she has to remind us all that she is a force to be reckoned with. On one occasion, while at a pastor’s meeting, we were having an argument (for those of you who are Christians, we were “sharing”) and she felt she was losing ground. What do you think she said to me next?
She said I was oppressing her because she was a woman.
I was not oppressing her because she was a woman.
I was oppressing her because she was short... no that’s not it. I was not oppressing her. I was dismantling her argument and making her look bad.

Then she said I shouldn’t argue with her because I should respect my elders.

Then she said I had a problem with authority.

Then she said I was uncomfortable with her being a woman again.

I honestly don’t think the problem was that she was a woman. My girlfriend is a woman (good to know) and I let her win every argument. I have hired and worked with a female minister for years. I am a huge proponent of equality and ordination for women.
I think my problem was that she was incredibly oversensitive to anyone questioning her authority. She wears a clerical collar. I have no problem with that if it’s your deal. I dress up for church too.

But when she wore it, it felt like she was using it to win an argument.

the specialty coffees are free
the bistros are good looking
the music is loud.

come party like it's 2005

classic rhythms, beside replay board shop in abbotsford bc

in invermere for the week so not blogging. introducing annette to the bakery, my family, and my history...

when i was out of the room my dad brought out some of my old paintings and memorabilia. i hate him so bad...

merry christmas. may you find hope and splashes of joy today.
i pray for peace.
peace for our country
peace for our world
peace for your heart.

went to christmas eve service at vintage in abbotsford. on the way home saw a guy outside the bar throwing up. two sides of the coin. puts things in perspective.
merry christmas

I was really looking for a higher state of consciousness and a way of helping people. And I read Dianetics and I felt "WOW this is it!" You know, "I can help people go CLEAR." And I literally hitchhiked from Chicago to Los Angeles to study Scientology.

read the interview with tory bezazian here.

merry christmas. may you find hope and splashes of joy today.
i pray for peace.
peace for our country
peace for our world
peace for your heart.

the word rapture does not occur here or anywhere in the Bible. This is a passage about Jesus descending to earth from heaven and how Christians go out to meet him as part of that descent. The dispensationalists have to piece together numerous Bible verses, in what I call a "pick-and-choose" method of interpretation, in order to fabricate their notion of the rapture.

a different perspective in the door.

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THE CHRISTMAS SONG (Greg Mulkey)


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recalled those words again last week as we watched "the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe". they hit me again, for the first time.

so much of my recent life has been winter. always winter. a couple years ago i spoke to the church about 'moments of joy' in a world of hurt. in many ways i could not even hear my own words. moments of joy.

how many people spend their whole life waiting for christmas, a christmas that never comes. they wait and wait and wait and wallow in winter.

always winter but never christmas.
always good friday but never easter.
always aging but never a birthday.
always a bleak midwinter but never spring.
always a turkey, but never thanksgiving.
someday.

someday may never come. the relationship may not heal, the child may not love, the situation may not change. never.

relient k has a line in their christmas song, "it's always winter, but never christmas. it seems this curse just can't be lifted." it's a horrible thought, but a relevant one. so many live under the curse of heaviness.
i know how it feels.
many of us do.
as the k say in another song, 'half of me is apathetic and the other half just doesn't care.' it's easier to just go on - to live forever depressed and wanting. it is a very hard thing to find joy when joy cannot be bought.

but it can happen.

know of any mature churches that made big mid-course corrections? according to some it's a pretty short list. if you know of any, let us know here.

one son going to china in the morning. one to moose jaw. miss them both already. thot i would wait until christmas day to post this, my favorite christmas song but unsure of whether i'll be blogging that day.

it has a cheesy ending but i love it because it is somewhat dark. it isn't cheribs and holly, it's real life:

in the bleak midwinter, frost wind made moan,
earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
in the bleak midwinter, long ago.

our god, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain;
heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign.
in the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
the lord god almighty, jesus christ.

angels and archangels may have gathered there,
cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
but his mother only, in her maiden bliss,
worshiped the beloved with a kiss.

what can i give him, poor as I am?
if I were a shepherd, i would bring a lamb;
if I were a wise man, i would do my part;
yet what i can i give him: give my heart.


here's to you my boys. i wish you an amazing christmas. i love you more than life.

scott

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Canada is a sweet country. It is like your retarded cousin you see at Thanksgiving and sort of pat him on the head. You know, he's nice but you don't take him seriously. That's Canada."

really...
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I stole this story from I.M.:
this month was the anniversary of the death of Thomas Merton. I love that old monk. When he made it to middle age, and the passions of his romance with a student nurse and the grumbling of his earlier years had passed, he settled into what he hoped would be the most productive period of his life. After conflicts with his abbot for many years, a new abbot gave him permission to travel and write as he had always wished.
On his first trip, he was electrocuted in his room when he tripped over a fan and it fell on him.
That’s what I’m talking about.

There is a lot of drivel out there in the Christian world. Especially lately. The idea that God wants to take you to heights of ecstacy that never end. You just have to love him and he’ll give you amazing ups, amazing relationships, amazing loving.
It’s really romantic drivel. It’s crap. There is no perfect someone out there for you. There is no ultimate relationship that will take you to heights of ecstasy. No freakin way. Once prince charming has morning breath and you have your first big fight and you realize she doesn’t know how to admit she’s wrong – you lose it.
And your Christian walk will not be all highs. No lows.
The older you get the harder it is to believe in magic – realize the wizard is really just a pathetic old man behind a veil. That magic tricks are fake. The thumb tip is just a thumb tip.

This Christmas lower your expectations. Some of us, every year, get so discouraged because we build Christmas up way too high.

We say, ‘this is the year we’ll get along.
This is the year I’ll meet someone.
This is the year I’ll find the true meaning of Christmas.
We are flawed people who want so desperately to find someone or something that will fulfill all our dreams. It just won’t happen.

Ecclesiastes 2:1-11. moral of the story:
Solomon writes: “I denied myself nothing my eyes desired. I refused my heart no pleasure. Yet when I surveyed all my hands had done, all that I had toiled to achieve, everything was meaningless, chasing after the wind, nothing was gained under the sun”.
That’s the reality and honestly, it’s not supposed to depress you.

Don’t set yourself up for failure. Don’t make Christmas what it was never intended to be. Don’t build it so high it can’t possible measure up. Like rats in a cage we spin and spin hoping to find joy in things that don’t satisfy.
Don’t wait for situations to change, things to improve. Be alive right now.
Don’t worry about the presents or the hype or the magical mystery that escapes you. It doesn’t matter if you’re happily married or single or rich or have anything planned.

Smile.
Laugh.
Love.
Dance.

Solomon again Eccl. 9:7-10: First, he says, “go eat your food with gladness, and drink your wine with joy, for it is now that God favors what you do.”
--live happily in this moment. God loves you.
--be thankful for this day, this gift, this breath.
--let heaven break into this moment.

Bono and Gates are honoured.

call me naive but couldn't these people almost wipe out world hunger between them?
i don't mean to be critical but it bothers me somewhat when stars, who are richer than whole countries, rally behind good causes. something within me wonders. while it is true that it is incredibly important to bring awareness to such issues, couldn't the gate's make even a bigger splash if they donated 20 billion dollars from their personal income? surely the press would be there, surely it would motivate others. and god forbid anyone criticize bono.

i am reminded of when johnny carson donated $3 million dollars to have a wing of a hospital named after him. it represented only 6% of his income for that year. the media praised him ad nauseum for his generous spirit. yet everyday i run into people who donate proportionally far greater amounts and do not even consider the attention they will garner. they do not possess disposable incomes like these overpaid actors and philanthropists.

i'm tired of pissant efforts by bloated superstars. but then again, it is monday.

People, who tell me they don’t bother to vote because it doesn’t matter, are typically people who feel they don’t matter in facing the challenges in their own lives. It’s not like they’re bursting with pride and conviction in their brilliance and genius but choose to remain silent, it’s just one manifestation an individual feeling swept away under a rug.
read more here...

We would do much better as leaders in the Church to learn at the feet of the farmer rather than study with the CEO of a corporation...
more from darryl

from jillian

The suffering in the parting kiss is brutal to those who have tasted it's soul stinging touch. Tears and kisses are deceptive, they are not always what they seem. Sure it makes us feel good to receive them, they whisper promises but the reality is they are more often merely a wish or a dream than commitment. They speak of sentimentality but not covenant. They come gushing out when the one giving them has been indulging in some form of self serving romantic vision of the present.

more here.

What in the world prepared you to be the commander in chief of the largest superpower in the world? In your background, Mr. President, you apparently were incurious. You didn't want to travel. You knew very little about the military. . . . The governor of Texas doesn't have the kind of power that some governors have. . . . Why do you think they nominated you? . . . Do you think that has anything to do with the fact that the country is so [expletive] up?

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i sit here at the club. no one has arrived yet, but soon. any minute rod and julie and mark will stroll in. they are committed. they are amazing.

this afternoon a sudden heaviness set in. the weight of the undertaking struck me in almost a physical way. the lack of backup, money and credentials. no advertising. underground. anonymous. it hit me. my own lack of finances. my own insecurities and fears, reputation and lack thereof.

what do i do if it doesn't succeed. if i have totally misread god's intentions and desires. if i get in the way?

i'm different as well. gone are the idealistic days when i blindly launched into an adventure without counting the cost. in many ways i hope i have matured. but with the loss of innocence...

i'm not sure why i am writing this. don't even know if i'll publish it. i realize, for the thousandth time how success driven i am. how susceptible i am to wanting to please others, be thought well of, and be popular.

part of me really likes where i am at. there is no net. no organization to bail me out. no moneys to fall back on should things go poorly. it's dangerous. it's real. it's faith.

you are different and that’s bad
the boy who died from eating all his vegetables
dad’s new wife Robert
fun 4 letter words to know and share
hammers, scissors and screwdrivers, an I-can-do-it book
Kathy was so bad her mom stopped loving her
curious george and the high-voltage fence
all cats go to hell
the little sissy who snitched
some kittens can fly
that’s it, I’m putting you up for adoption
grandpa gets a casket
the pop-up book of human anatomy
strangers have the best candy
whining, kicking and crying to get your way
you were an accident (yes Chris Williams, you were!)
things rich kids have, but you never will
pop! Goes the hamster and other great microwave games
the man in the moon is actually satan
your nightmares are real
eggs, toilet paper and your school
why can’t Mr. Fork and Ms. Electrical outlet be friends?
Daddy drinks because you cry.

i may, i suppose, regard myself as a relatively successful man. people occasionally stare at me in the streets
- that's fame.
i can fairly easily earn enough to qualify for admission to the higher slopes of the internal revenue
- that's success.
i may, at leisure, partake in any manner of trendy diversions
- that's pleasure.
it may happen that something i have said or wrote was sufficiently heeded for me to persuade myself that it represented a serious impact on our time
- that's fulfillment.
yet i say to you, and i beg you to believe me, multiply these triumphs by a million, add them all together, they are nothing
- less than nothing.
...measured against one draught of that living water christ offers to the spiritually thirsty, irrespective of who or what they are.

malcolm muggeridge

i.m. posts some whimsical reflections on being half done.

i love the tony campolo story about conformity. he starts by pointing out how important we like our children to feel. imagine them at their first day of kindergarten. the principle comes to the microphone and reassures the parents, "here at hippity hop elementary school we take seriously the trust of your children. we like to think of each child like a little flower that needs to be watered and nurtured until it can blossom. so the kid grows up thinking he's a little flower. and everyone treats him special.

but the day comes when he has to get his first job. i'm pretty sure the foreman doesn't get up and say, "here at Landmark Lumber Mill we like to think of each employee as a little flower..." no way! the name of the game is conformity. about fitting in. about not making waves.

i was on the phone with my good bud jordon couple days ago and we were discussing several aspects of faith and faith communities. we agreed that institutions, by their very nature, are seriously flawed. they are designed for one thing - the institution. whether they be denominations, churches or businesses, the institution is forced to protect itself and promote it's vision at all cost. we train people to defray their dreams to promote institutional growth. they have bills to pay, statements of faith or conduct to adhere to, statutes to promote. sometimes individuals have to be sacrificed for the greater good. and sometimes the institution is hypocritical.

perhaps that is why so many are turning to house churches and smaller communities of faith. perhaps that is part of the reason that institutions, particularily religious institutions have undergone such scrutiny. i have been a part of an institution, a denomination, most of my life and have seen firsthand the difficulty they face when dealing with individuals. for the most part the denom that i was hooked up tried to do the best they could for employees and adherents. but like all institutions they are forced to solidify their own agendas. to not do so would require catastophic change and a huge loss of income.

jesus never came to establish an institution. the problem has been that it is nearly impossible to deal with the day to day dynamics of administration and growth without one. and unfortunately, somewhere along the way, most institutions lost sight of their primary purposes. they were forced to wage battles and finances in areas that go counter to their stated goals.

the point of frustration for many of us is the incessant need that institutions have to 'cover their ass'. though people of all pursuations are coming to the stark realization that humility and vulnerability are desirable traits, so many institutions i know of are determined to win at all cost. they simply cannot come out looking bad. for some reason they believe that vulnerability and honesty equals defeat. if they admit they are fallible they believe they will lose their adherents. they will make outrageous demands, even immoral ones, of their leaders and force them to prostitute themselves in order to serve the bottom line. it is not wonder that so many pastors and leaders in organizations eventually bail. they just cannot live with the bottom line any longer. they see their simple dreams squashed by the institutional machine. they watch their friends sacrificed on the alter of conformity. they become afraid to state their opinions, to disagree. they're tired of selling out.

world's ugliest dog dies...

my father is turning 67 today. he's the coolest senior citizen on the planet, a hero to my kids, a total player.

happy birthday dad, i love you.

i used to live in denver colorado. one day we heard that there was a tornado brewing in our area. seems like a big deal to us here but in colorado tornados are a fact of life. i saw dozens of funnel clouds every year and often they would touch down. usually in a trailer park. god hates trailer parks. it’s not bad enough that you live in a home that can burn to cinder in 4 minutes. but for some reason God has this way of skipping houses with mini-vans and spanking the trailer folk.

back to the true story. ok so my dad and i are cruising home from the quickie mart and we turn on the radio and we hear about this tornado heading right towards our neighborhood and we start to get excited. we had never seen a tornado from like, real close, and thought it would be cool to go looking for it. actually it’s my dad’s idea so that explains a lot about the kind of upbringing i had.

so here are two stupid canadians in a dodge colt driving to the tornado. and we’re passing vans and cars and your basic fleeing mob going the other way. it was awesome, there was like no traffic in our lane.

how close can you get to a tornado? very close it turns out. like 50 feet if you are stupid enough. or so i’ve heard… i blame my father. what kind of a parent would let someone like me chase tornados?
it seemed like a brilliant move at the time. but in retrospect... (what you are expecting me to say 'foolish' or 'stupid'? not likely...)

Until you've lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was. ~Margaret Mitchell

apparently it isn't an old wive's tale.
apparently tonsils can grow back.
apparently it only takes about six months....
apparently.

from c.s. lewis:
"all this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
i never had a selfless thought since i was born.
i am mercenary and self-seeking through and through;
i want god, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.

peace, reassurance, pleasure, are the goals i seek.
i cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin;
i talk of love - a scholar's parrot may talk greek -
but, self-imprisoned, always end where i begin."

... too close to home.

"the slot machine god provided a relief for the pinging guilt and the sense of hope that my life would get organized toward a purpose. i was too dumb to test the merit of the slot machine idea. i simply began to pray for forgiveness, thinking the cherries might line up and the light atop the machine would flash, spilling shiny tokens of good fate. what i was doing was more in line with superstition than spirituality. but it worked. if something nice happened to me, i thought it was god, and if something nice didn't, i went back to the slot machine, knelt down in prayer, and pulled the lever a few more times. i liked this god very much because you hardly had to talk to it and it never talked back. but the fun never lasts."

in today’s world, support groups of all kinds have become very popular. there are support groups for almost everything and everyone under the sun. there are support groups for: widows and widowers mourning the loss of their spouse, alcoholics, spouses and children of alcoholics, those who struggle with other addictions to things like food, drugs, work, you name it, there’s a support group somewhere for it. why are these support groups so important anyways? well, primarily because the only person who is able to really reach an alcoholic is another alcoholic; they know the struggles firsthand, and can offer support that others cannot.

i saw, many years ago, a very cool movie about the pope. it was called “saving grace” and starred tom conti. it was all about how one day the pope accidentally gets locked out of the vatican and decides to find out how regular people lived, eventually making his way to a destitute village. the experience rocked his world and changed his ministry for life. he knew what the real world was like and it changed him.

it's christmas time. we celebrate a man who was not just a man. a man who left everything to hang out with this destitute village. the experience rocked the world.

welcome, welcome
fah who rah-moose
welcome, welcome
dah who dah-moose
christmas day is in our grasp
so long as we have hands to clasp
fah who for-aze
dah who dor-aze
welcome christmas
bring your light

it’s christmas so drink as much eggnog as you can...and quickly. like fine single-malt scotch, it's rare. you can't find it any other time of year but now. so drink up! who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? it's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnogaholic or something. it's a treat. enjoy it.have one for me. have two. it's later than you think. it's holiday time!

We serve a God of second chances in a country where yesterday’s White felons become tomorrow’s civic leaders. Why deny a brother the same opportunity to repent, be forgiven, and move on? After all, no one is suggesting that Tookie be let out of jail, just that he be spared to write more peace-promoting books, to save more gang-busting lives.

more here.

he knows when you are sleeping
he knows when you're awake
he knows when you've been bad
he knows when you've been good
so you better not shout
you better not cry
you better not pout...

wow.... santa sounds like a stalker.

wendy has a great article about sexism in the church.

i especially loved this line...
"At church this kind of attitude was reinforced by hearing guys say they couldn't worship if a women at church looked "too hot' or something similarly stupid. "

i remember the same kind of asinine argument about women dancing at church. two church elders went so far as to say that it was ok for ugly or overweight women to dance, but not good looking ones. maybe the problem wasn't the women. maybe the problem was the perverted men who couldn't get control of their fantasies.
one woman was told, 'well i know for sure you aren't dancing for god' basically because she was hot, then the idiot went on to tell her she was trying to seduce men and show off her goods.

read the article.

is hard to do.
this morning i was driving and the song "i can't make you love me" came on. yes, sometimes i am a chick. it is the song of a woman deeply in love with a man who will not, or cannot, reciprocate those feelings. she dreams of letting go, but alas cannot.

i was struck by the wisdom and reality of those words. there are, for most of us, tragedies and dreams unfulfilled that we earnestly desire release from, but alas cannot. we pray and moan and talk to others, process and process but still cannot let go. the words of counselors and friends seem correct, but have little or no influence on our hearts. the wounds run too deep to heal.

there have been some victories in my own life in this regard, and a few defeats. i remember vividly one day in the shower (just picture it...) saying to myself that i was tired of living as an insecure person, tired of feeling worthless, tired of not measuring up. after dozens or hundreds of attempts to let go, that day, about a year or so ago, i finally found some release. that is not to say that i still do not struggle with some physical or emotional issues, some dreams unfulfilled; but somehow things changed that day under the hot water (still picturing it?). i honestly know that this was one of the best days of my life. it continues to influence who i am.

there are other issues i continue to wrestle with. i know, as a believer in god, that he offers to take our burdens; i am just very adept at taking them back. i have memorized psalm 103 but for some reason i do not necessarily believe it on some subconscious level. i guess that makes me human, who would have thought?

there are days when i miss my old life. i miss it oftimes because looking back it seemed so easy. things went well, for the most part, i felt cocooned from outside influences, i enjoyed moderate vocational success. my home felt safe.

things change.

today my life is vastly different from what i ever imagined. and chances are your reality is as well. i never imagined i would ever be one of those dirty "divorced" people. i could not imagine that i would get up in the morning and wonder if i would make enough money this month to eat. i have never been a part of a church before that was so stretching. one of my children is thousands of miles away. i wonder everyday if that friggen parcel will get to him before he takes off to china. i have no financial buffer.

things change.

for far too long, after drastic change happened the first time, i simply lived in hopes of someday dying. it was shawshank redemption all over again, "get busy living or get busy dying". but things change. today i live with so much external tension, but less and less internal. i am learning daily what it means to let go. and though i am not there yet, like Martin Luther King, i have 'seen the mountaintop' and know that there are still adventures left to embrace or reject.

it's hard for me to write this. my default has been, for 5 years now, to not admit to myself that life is good, that life has potential. i guess it starts with me. changing my attitude, my outlook, my language and my distant goals. lowering my expectations and raising my expectations. letting go. forgiving. dreaming. loving. laughing... living.

I know that for so many people Christmas is a reminder of loss. Death of a loved one, of a marriage, mourning a family that never was, of financial destitution. Perhaps Christmas more than any other time, is bittersweet for mankind. Promises of peace fulfilled for some but not all.

more from annette here.

good thots from and via darryl

the 7/11 automated teller ate my card this morning and proceeded to reboot itself. i wasn't even mad. all i could think was, 'wow they use windowsNT on these things? and it has a full interface with start menu and everything. i wonder if i could surf the web. and how do they hook up a keyboard to this?'

what a loser...

it's from an old rock song. i remember singing along with it, it was very catchy.

i am reminded of a story by legendary bald guy, tony campolo:
Lorraine Hansberry's play, Raisin in the Sun, is the story of an African-American man who makes mistakes that destroy his family's hopes and dreams. When he confesses and asks for forgiveness, his sister, in great anger, screams at him and calls him despicable names.
The mother interrupts her to say, 'I thought I taught you to love him.'
The sister shouts back, 'Love him? There is nothing left to love.'
And then the mother says, 'There is always something left to love. And if you ain't learned that, you ain't learned nothing. Have you cried for that boy today? I don't mean for yourself and for the family 'cause we lost the money. I mean for him; what he's been through and what it done to him. Child, when do you think is the time to love somebody the most; when they done good and made things easy for everybody? Well then, you ain't through learning because that ain't the time at all. It's when he's at his lowest and can't believe in hisself 'cause the world done whipped him so. When you starts measuring somebody, measure him right child, measure him right. Make sure you done taken into account what hills and valleys he come through before he got to wherever he is.'

it's a powerful reminder that we don't know what people are going through when we look from the outside. it is easy to judge their motivations and actions, but few of us really know what is happening.

i was reminded of this story this morning. it forces me to rethink how i feel about people i do not like or who do not like me. it is easy to be critical, to be negative when i think of certain people. it is not a difficult thing to assign to them any number of infractions, real or imagined. i am tempted to judge their hearts and souls. perhaps it is human nature.

it is another thing altogether to simply shut up and let them live. to refrain from untoward comments and gossip. to not denigrate them to others, or even to myself. i find i have the tendency to talk about others even though i am offended when others talk about me. i take offense at comments made at my expense - and make disparaging comments at another's expense in order to defend myself or feel better. it feels like a vicious circle.

there are those that i will probably never be tight with again. we have walked some miles and shared some heartbeats but as frost put it, 'way leads on to way' and we rarely look back. and every now and then i think of such individuals with a pang of nostagia, though i know circumstances and histories are aligned against us.

there is a wise saying which goes, 'desire to live at peace with all people'. it is simple to write, to read. it is another thing to live. to forgive one's enemies (and that word is not chosen casually), to get on with one's life, that is the essence of maturity.

there are many blogs that seem to flippantly use exclamation marks and happy icons and glib religious slogans to joyfully bounce unto the future with happy thoughts and little regard for the real pain they still subconsciously have not dealt with (no i am not referring to you). they speak of happy days ahead and few problems left unattended to. some of those who feel this way still harbor deep resentments. i sometimes feel myself that i am guilty of this as well. i speak of new days ahead, i speak of getting on with life; only to badmouth someone later i have supposively "gotten over". sure i have forgiven them but that does not stop me from slamming the hell out of them should the occasion warrant. maybe less has been forgiven than i had hoped.

i leave you with this ditty from don henley.

I got the call today, I didn't wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old, true friend of ours was talkin on the phone
She said you'd found someone
And I thought of all th