The World Changers #5 – The Overarching Think Tank

A couple of members were discussing a possible decision of whether or not to join Face Book.  Can you believe that!  The possibility?  Don’t they realize that’s where all the action is, my gosh.  Nothing is worse than being out of the loop when it comes to social media, no?  But, then again, nothing is worse than being part of a network dominated by those in need of therapy, when you are normal, that is.

When visiting the Verizon store, one member was asked whether or not he would like to have a Smart Phone, to which he replied, “No, I’m not very smart.”  At one point after getting a coffee, I was trying to get by a family busily filling up at the drink machine.  One young girl of about ten was standing in the way concentrating on her “smart phone,” so I stopped and waited.  When the mom saw me she ordered the girl out of the way and grabbed the phone out of her hand knowing that was the root of the problem.  The girl let out a scream as though something had been ripped from her very being.  As I sat down, a member who was watching said, “She just got it back.”

It’s doubtful that this was the first time that throwing a “hissy fit” was productive for this girl.  Other than our small house church, this group (I thought of another, also) is the only other gathering where technology is not king.  I have even noticed on one of my favorite news shows that the commentators are often looking down at the open laptop while others are talking.  The ultimate in disrespect is to ignore one who is talking, or to be carrying on a side conversation.  The whole world aches for someone to believe they are important enough to be listened to.  We pretend to have interest while sneaking a look at our smart phone.  Not too smart, no?

We got on music again as we quizzed our music professor about the performance trip to Italy.  As usual this led us to parts unknown.  Our university was on the forefront of offering a degree in “Music Therapy” which it discontinued some years ago.  The first mention of Music Therapy, that we know of, was in the Old Testament when the troubled King Saul of Israel summoned the young David to play his stringed instrument to soothe Saul’s tormented soul.  And it apparently worked except Saul continued his efforts to pin David to the wall with his spear.  Music, of divine origin, speaks to the soul like few other expressions.

The “Mozart Effect” was a landmark study that indicated a positive correlation between students’ test scores results when preceded by listening to classical music, specifically Mozart.  I sort of successfully replicated the study at my school to the surprise of the teacher involved, except there were not sufficient controls to validate it officially.  How to explain it?  I believe that God places in our world certain people at various times to keep his plan for history on track.  We can’t explain, in human terms, people like Mozart who had such extraordinary capabilities, and he’s not the only one.  These people change the course of history and bring a sense of awe that seems to have divine overtones, so to speak.  Little wonder that their influence can impact the core of our being.  I don’t think our spirits and minds are helped by listening to “rap” music.  But listening to Mozart, without a doubt.

We ended up with Garrison Keillor of the long running program “A Prairie Home Companion” which is aired weekly on NPR.  There’s a lot of live music on the show with Keillor singing often.  He is a pretty good vocalist considering his main function is comedy and commentary in addition to being a best selling author.  When our music professor mentioned something about baking a rhubarb pie, I immediately broke into song with a poor rendition of a piece heard occasionally on the NPR show.  After a few go-a-rounds, we all agreed on the correct lyrics which is sung to the tune of “Mama’s little baby loves shortnin’ bread.”  It goes, “Mama’s little baby loves rhubarb, rhubarb, bee-bob-a-ree-bop rhubarb pie.”  Pretty cool, huh?  I think people in McDonalds were looking at us, again.

We concluded with information about photography; not sure now what the reason was, as if we needed any.  I had to mention a person who related her mom’s strange quirk of tossing out old photographs when she received new updated ones.  You’re thinking now, “That’s crazy!”  Yes, it is.  But she may have been protecting an old, defective, fragile self that in a subliminal way was being dispensed with.  If you are not a Christian, you can perhaps get rid of the unpleasant past and present by saying, and trying to believe, “I’m O.K., you’re O.K.” (the psychology of Transactional Analysis) as a way to deal with it.  As believers we can face reality and say “I’m not O.K., you’re not O.K., but that’s O.K.” since through Christ, God forgives and makes all things new.

 

 

 

Comments

  1. Rachael says:

    Particularly enjoyed this one! Would have loved to be in a discussion about photography. And, I try to always wake up Henry by putting on a record of classical music in the mornings…often Mozart. We may never know for sure, but I think it’s makes him smarter. Finally, I’m leaving this comment from my smart phone. Thankfully, I’m not in public.

    All my love. 🙂

  2. Hi Rachael,
    Wow, I didn’t know you were doing such a neat thing for Henry. Please keep doing it. Not only will he be smarter, but you will lay the groundwork for an appreciation of finer things. By the way, you are exempt from any restrictions on the use of electronic media wherever you are at any time!

    Love,
    Grandad

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