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New Seasons

 

Seasons change.  Customs change.  Inspired ideas create new tools and resources, which create new habits and practices.  As humans, we say all the time, “I don’t like change”, yet we adapt ever so quickly.

At Robby Myrick Music and RMM Productions, we are moving through another season of change.  God has graciously allowed us to lead music and worship ministries in churches across the Gulf Coast these past 30 years.  The memories are priceless. The treasures in Heaven are going to amaze us, I’m sure!  The hundreds and thousands of souls who have found peace, new life, salvation, and healing have been a joy to experience.

We have no intention of quitting that line of work, of course. The Bible is clear when it reminds us that “the callings of God” are without error.  So, we know that our calling is that of leading the Church in worship of the Father.  However, the work of musicians and artists within the context of both the Church and the local community has always been a complex relationship; yet — so, simply beautiful.  Depending on your theology, and personal perspective on worship.

The Spirit of God has been urging us for quite some time to slow down, listen more, and return to our first love for The Arts.

For me that means a return to the creative process of making music with various instruments which will surely involve returning to the recording studio.  I also possess a deep yearning to write songs.  Songs for the church, of course; but, also personal songs that reflect life, love, pain, joy, and all the emotions that go into our brief journey in these earth suits.

For Sheryl that looks like canvas painting, pencil and crayon sketches, as well as her endless creative spirit for interior design in our home.  She longs for me to get out in the yard with her and landscape.  She also wants a small garden.  So, we will be getting our hands dirty!

Together, we have both desired to write books.  I am learning more about the self-publishing process while she is trying to keep us both disciplined in our quiet times, solitude, journaling, and practice writing.  We have our work cut out for us for sure!

As we continue to build upon our business pursuits, ministry opportunities, and personal artistic ventures, it seems that God is teaching us a very consistent lesson:  Listen more.

That inherently would include:  Talk less.  Like … don’t talk.  Be still. Be quiet.  If you know me, that’s an extremely difficult proposition.  My wife says about me, “Robby has words.  Lots of ’em”.  Poking fun at me, of course. But, not really!

I find that when I listen more intentionally, I hear stuff that normally slips right past my senses.  The wind. The birds. The hum of engines and machines.  The chatter of others.  Conversations.  Music.  The sounds of creation.  It’s beautiful. And, it is reviving me personally.

This season, I’m listening more.  We are listening more.  We are journaling and writing.  We are asking for wisdom and guidance. So that when it’s time to speak or sing or create … maybe our words, songs, and creations will be more effective and filled with the things of God.

That is all.  For now.

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Anger and Power

Anger is a powerful emotion.  Much good can come of appropriately harnessed and focused anger.

I get angry within my spirit when I observe senseless acts of violence towards others.  I get angry when I hear and see wars between nations and people groups.  I get angry when a loved one or friend is treated with indignity, disrespect, or dishonor.   The list could go on.

I am learning that one of the reasons that anger rises up in me is because I might be feeling a sense of insecurity or fear.  Fear that I am losing control.  Fear that something I value is being forcibly taken.  Fear that my comforts and securities are being threatened.  All valid reasons to get angry.

Ultimately, if anger is not dealt with and harnessed properly it can result in a self-centered strategy which seeks to simply attain more power.  Power, or the sense of control in a situation or agenda, can be a good thing.  If the outcome is to create a more stable, healthy, and sensible condition for all people, anger can produce good.

As I observe the aftermath of the most recent mass shooting in Parkland Florida, I’m feeling anger.  As are many, in this moment.

The families and friends of the fallen are completely justified to feel the emotions of anger, resentment, bitterness, and rage … in this moment.   Anyone with half a heart can most assuredly feel what they are feeling … in this moment. I’m a musician.  Musicians are typically more emotionally driven people.  We tend to balance reason and logic with emotion, sensitivity, and hopefully empathy and compassion.  Some of us would be considered imbalanced on the side of emotion.  I get that.  But then, sometimes … that’s needed.

The students of Parkland Florida and surrounding communities are rising.  Their anger, rage, sadness, grief and pain must be harnessed, guided, and hopefully empowered with leadership that is rooted in goodness, compassion, and well-being for all.

I pray for the congregations, parishes, and ministers of local churches there.  I pray for the communities of people who feel lost, helpless, hopeless and empty in their current state of emotional anger. I pray that the anger they are feeling will be channeled into deeds of goodness, kindness, and yes — forgiveness towards one another.  Even towards their peer and former student who committed this atrocious act of violence towards them.

This sounds impossible for some.  And for some, it is.   However, with God all things are possible.  As the prayers rise, as the vigils and ceremonies are conducted, as the impassioned speeches are delivered — I pray that the people of Parkland Florida will feel the prayers of a nation, and even a world, who ultimately cares more about peace … and progress … than simply more power.

O God, let us humbly bow in Your Presence in the days ahead, to honor, and to love, and to cherish the memories of the fallen in Parkland.  Help us to speak life, and wisdom, and genuine compassion for the families and friends remaining.  We ask for wisdom in the days to come as we seek answers to the very difficult questions that are before us as a People, as a Nation, and as your Children.

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HEAR US FROM HEAVEN
(c)2004 Jared Anderson | Vertical Worship Songs
Lord, hear our cry
Come heal our land
Breathe life into these dry and thirsty souls
Lord hear our prayer
Forgive our sin
And as we call on Your Name
Would you make this a place
For Your glory to dwell
Open the blind eyes
Unlock the deaf ears
Come to Your people
As we draw near
Hear us from Heaven
Touch our generation
We are Your people
Crying out in desperation

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Christmas 2017

… is past.  Well, in the Myrick house — it lingers for at least another week!  (( thanks to Super Elf Sheryl ))
2017 has been yet another challenging year of change, transitions, the gnawing emotions of grieving and recovering, and … the beauty of remembering.

Again this year, we remember our sweet Lynne, Nana and Papa who left us for Heaven earlier than we could have expected.  Yet, we choose Joy.  Unspeakable joy.  As only those who know Jesus can.
This week in our small town, amidst all our Christmas celebrations and special worship services and ceremonies, family traditions and gatherings, we joined hands and hearts with others who grieve and mourn loved ones who entered Heaven this week.  It’s been a very different kind of Christmas.  Again.

I was reminded this week that my sweet Granny (my Mom’s mother) passed to Heaven on Christmas Eve many years ago.  My Mama still remembers the pain and suffering that Granny endured and she says those memories never really go away.  The memories of that Christmas always cause me to reflect and take in the realities of life and death. But mostly … LIFE lived to it’s fullest.

My Granny and my Mamaw were humble homemakers, farmers, and make-it-from-scratch domestic engineers.  Holiday meals and goodies, surprise gifts under scrawny Christmas trees … they always found a way!  The men would hunt and fish and clean the meat, while the Mamas prepared the family gatherings in those rural South Mississippi farm houses.  What beautiful memories of great joy, laughter, and full tummies!  My Mama has carried on a legacy of Love when she cooks, serves, and shows kindness to everyone around her.

Sheryl’s Grandma and Granny were Virginia and West Virginia women, respectively.  Their Victorian colonial traditions and Appalachian lineage influenced Sheryl’s family with grand traditions, beautiful childhood memories, and yes — yummy foods and goodies!  Sheryl’s Mama was the life of the party at all times, and Christmas was her showcase Season.  We see ‘Nana’ in almost everything we enjoy about our family Christmas.  Lots of laughter, joy, fun and games, favorite movies, and downright silliness!

So, this Christmas … we have hustled and bustled, shopped and dropped, worshiped and prayed, and yes … grieved and comforted one another.  I have stilled myself to remember.  To remember our heritage.  To remember our legacy.  To remember the journeys of our parents and grandparents, and theirs.

Stories are powerful.  Songs are worth singing.  Everybody has a story.  Everybody has a song.  I pray for my family and for yours that we will tell our stories and sing our songs.  The world needs to know who you are and how you got here.  Someone’s life will be forever changed because of yours.

2018 is coming.  And it’s gonna be filled with tremendous challenges, world changing situations, and the stuff of life.  God is still God.  And, I am not.  And, neither are you.  Let’s do more listening, more trusting, and more acting out the kindness that God places in our hearts towards others.

Our Mamas and Grandmas and Grannies are watching.  Some from Heaven, some from next door.  Their love and kindness changed our lives forever.  Now, let’s pass their legacies on to those around us who need to know that the greatest gift of all … is LOVE.

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Peace

peace_redDuring my quiet time this week, the Holy Spirit urged me to think about Peace.
The Bible has much to say about peace.  Humanity longs for it.  Yet, peace seems so out of reach, so unattainable, such a futile effort, given the fallen and depraved nature of our world.
So, how do we actually experience peace?  Peace of mind.  Peaceful moments.  Peaceful existence with those who are at enmity with us.
The Gospel of John is one of my favorite passages of Scripture.  John, the Beloved disciple, is one of my favorite personalities in the Bible.  He gives us very creative insights into the character of Jesus as He walked this earth and modeled the character of The Father.
In chapter 14, Jesus is having a dinner with his Twelve.  He has discussed his impending and final days on earth.  He is laying out for them a Vision of what’s coming.  Only a few of them actually ‘get it’.  They all are quizzing Jesus to somehow wrap their minds around the crazy mess they’ve found themselves in since Jesus began healing people from terminal illnesses, touching the unclean people, and basically breaking all the rules of order as set forth by the government religion.
To quell their fears and uncertainties, Jesus begins to describe the Comforter who would come and teach them, and to help them to remember His teachings and practices.
Verse 27 reads, ” … Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.” – ESV
The days that would follow that conversation would be filled with much chaos, much danger for those who had confessed that Jesus was in fact, The Messiah that they had longed for.  Jesus would be falsely charged, arrested, beaten, jailed, and ultimately — publicly crucified with two other criminals.  A most humiliating and intimidating execution.
Yet, He is speaking of “peace” … that He will give to them.  Peace that this world system cannot provide and will not freely give.  Peace of mind.  Calm of heart.  Stillness of soul.  How in the world can Jesus possibly speak of peace when all hell is about to break loose with his small band of radical believers?
How can you and I speak of Peace … when all hell is unleashed on us in our little world of life situations, fears, disappointments, failures, and … stuff?
One of my favorite Gospel songs was authored by award winning songwriter Geron Davis.  Peace Speaker has become one of those default tunes that I go to in times of fear, doubt, dismay, grief, struggle, and … well, what feels like a hopeless situation.
I’m a singer … so, I typically try to muster up the courage to ‘sing to myself’, or encourage myself, as David did in the Psalms when he was discouraged.  If you are not a singer, you can click your smart device app, and instantly pull up any song like this one that will encourage you in your time of despair.
Whatever you may be facing this holiday season … I know the Peace Speaker.  I know Him by Name.  You can too.  He’s only a breath of a prayer away.