Out of the Basement

Happy Mother's Day to all those past and present who have borne the task of caring, loving, toiling and yearning for their children. It's obviously a complicated task being someone's mom! She does the sacrificing and laboring so all we see are the adventure and excitement of our youth. They do their work quietly... with little regard for recognition. They are the silent saints who bridge the gap between the ignorance of youth and the hubris of our adolescence. A week or two ago I found some old videos of me and Angie Stewart Callahan and Darren Callahan playing and singing while on one of our regular visits to see my mom and dad. My mom was holding the camera while Lisa Popchoke Callahan and my dad sat and help to create the background scene of one of those beautiful moments often forgotten in the days that would come, but previously remembered when recalled. But there she sat... holding her camera... ushering and directing her kids to share their gifts and to reward her

I have always been intrigued by Occam's Razor. In a word it just states that if there are multiple hypothetical answers, the one with the fewest assumptions is most often correct.  It is used by philosophers, psychologists, and many other scientists to problem solve... to sort out the riddles of the universe... to know! I think it is exercised in our fatih as well.  This week has been a week for me where its use has been overtly evident.... I can see in my mind's eye as it writes out the many hypotheticals of my life on some big dry erase board, offering me assumptions to help draw down to the most obvious answer... I saw it as I read in John when Jesus asked Peter for the third time, "do you love Me?" I felt it writing on that big white board as thoughts turned to words in numerous situations throughout my week as co worker and friend alike allowed me to speak into their lives something from Him that would heal or comfort. As a few people listened to my songs... giv