BLOWIN SMOKE

Snippet

For anything to change, someone has to start acting differently.

(Switch how to change things when change is hard. Chip & Dan Heath pg 4)

Scripture

Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed— 52 in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. 53 For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. 1 Corinthians 15:51-53

Song

Blowin' Smoke Kacey Musgraves

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEsEUpk5rU8

Between the lunch and dinner rush

Kelly caught that outbound bus for Vegas

We're all out here talking trash, making bets

Lips wrapped round our cigarettes

She always thought she was too good to be a waitress

Well, we all say that we'll quit someday

When our ship comes in

We'll just sail away

But we're just blowin' smoke

Hey yeah

We're just blowin' smoke

Hey yeah

Out here goin' broke

Hey yeah

We're just blowin' smoke

Well Janie got divorced again

Her ex-husband's in the pen

From two to five, five to ten and longer

Brenda's traded smokes for cake

Still hadn't lost that baby weight

And that baby's about to graduate

From college

I'm just flicking ash

Into the tray

Tell them both it'll be okay

But I'm just blowin' smoke

Hey yeah

I'm just blowin' smoke

Hey yeah

I'm out here goin' broke

Hey yeah

Yeah we're just blowin' smoke

We all say that we'll

Quit someday

When our nerves ain't shot

And our hands don't shake, yeah

We all say that we'll

Quit someday

When our nerves ain't shot

And our hands don't shake

Wipe down the bar, take out the trash

Light one up and count my cash

Swear I'm never coming back again

I'm just blowin' smoke

Hey yeah

I'm just blowin' smoke

Hey yeah

Out here going broke

Hey yeah

Yeah we're just blowin' smoke

Sentence Prayer

There are lumps under our carpet

That the vacumn won’t vanguish.

There are cats tied in bags

Would be off like  a flash.

Skeletons in the cupboards

Tap tap on the doors.

There is nothing hidden

But that’s going to get out,

So let’s get over with, God.

Silence

There’s a pile at the foot of the cross

Of the things we could without.

Make us glad we brought them to you,

Who carries away the sins of the world,

And grant in their place

Pardon and grace

And your call to be following always.  Amen

(The Pattern of our Days worship in the celtic tradition from the Iona community Pg 111)