Comments on: The New Adventures of an Old Gibson Guitar-Jason Elkins http://www.transparentchristianmagazine.com/2008/05/04/the-new-adventures-of-an-old-gibson-guitar/ When our lives reflect the brightest light, we become Transparent. Wed, 01 Sep 2010 14:36:33 -0400 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.2 hourly 1 By: Anna http://www.transparentchristianmagazine.com/2008/05/04/the-new-adventures-of-an-old-gibson-guitar/comment-page-1/#comment-174 Anna Thu, 05 Jun 2008 20:40:54 +0000 http://transparentchristianmagazine.com/?p=166#comment-174 The hardest lesson I have learned...still learning is that those are just "things". My Dad didn't really have a lot of nice things. He pretty much gave the shirt off his back, but there are a few things that remind me of him, like his pocket knife he always kept in his pocket or handkerchief. When he was gone there was the awkwardness with my sister. Who gets what? He didn't have a will; and now we have all this stuff, stuff that I don’t need but cannot throw it away. We went to clean up his apartment and I was boxing stuff up. I threw away an old rusty pair of scissors. I could hear him in my head saying, “Anna, don’t throw those scissors away, they were my favorite pair. His apartment was just how he’d left it before we took him to the hospital, I’m sure with no intent he’d never come back. We are all funny that way about certain things. It got me to thinking, what if I died? Would the things that I have cherished and took care of all of my life be taken care of? Have I told Jon to not throw away that broken jewelry box in the closet that I’ve had since I was born and that it means so much to me? And then I felt kinda silly because those are just things that remind me. My Dad always smelled so handsome. He wore the cologne that came in the glass containers shaped like cars and cowboy boots…you know what I’m talking about; I think it’s stetson. I secretly put the bottle in my drawer at home. Every morning before I shower it’s like getting a big hug from Daddy all over again. The most cherished "thing" that you have is the memories you have with your father and that guitar. Every time you hear the 12 bar blues, even when your father is dead and gone, a smile will come to your face...and that is untouchable. The hardest lesson I have learned…still learning is that those are just “things”. My Dad didn’t really have a lot of nice things. He pretty much gave the shirt off his back, but there are a few things that remind me of him, like his pocket knife he always kept in his pocket or handkerchief. When he was gone there was the awkwardness with my sister. Who gets what? He didn’t have a will; and now we have all this stuff, stuff that I don’t need but cannot throw it away. We went to clean up his apartment and I was boxing stuff up. I threw away an old rusty pair of scissors. I could hear him in my head saying, “Anna, don’t throw those scissors away, they were my favorite pair. His apartment was just how he’d left it before we took him to the hospital, I’m sure with no intent he’d never come back. We are all funny that way about certain things. It got me to thinking, what if I died? Would the things that I have cherished and took care of all of my life be taken care of? Have I told Jon to not throw away that broken jewelry box in the closet that I’ve had since I was born and that it means so much to me? And then I felt kinda silly because those are just things that remind me.
My Dad always smelled so handsome. He wore the cologne that came in the glass containers shaped like cars and cowboy boots…you know what I’m talking about; I think it’s stetson. I secretly put the bottle in my drawer at home. Every morning before I shower it’s like getting a big hug from Daddy all over again.
The most cherished “thing” that you have is the memories you have with your father and that guitar. Every time you hear the 12 bar blues, even when your father is dead and gone, a smile will come to your face…and that is untouchable.

]]> By: Jason http://www.transparentchristianmagazine.com/2008/05/04/the-new-adventures-of-an-old-gibson-guitar/comment-page-1/#comment-179 Jason Tue, 06 May 2008 13:04:51 +0000 http://transparentchristianmagazine.com/?p=166#comment-179 Writing this story was a labor of love. Thanks for the sweet comments! Jason Writing this story was a labor of love. Thanks for the sweet comments!

Jason

]]> By: Margie Brenner http://www.transparentchristianmagazine.com/2008/05/04/the-new-adventures-of-an-old-gibson-guitar/comment-page-1/#comment-178 Margie Brenner Tue, 06 May 2008 01:12:59 +0000 http://transparentchristianmagazine.com/?p=166#comment-178 Jason, I have a feeling this story will go down as a classic. You are a master storyteller, and I think God is onto that somehow! And, maybe there's a potential song that needs to be written about that old Gibson guitar? Thanks for all you do for the Kingdom! Margie Jason,

I have a feeling this story will go down as a classic. You are a master storyteller, and I think God is onto that somehow!

And, maybe there’s a potential song that needs to be written about that old Gibson guitar?

Thanks for all you do for the Kingdom!

Margie

]]> By: yshwa4life http://www.transparentchristianmagazine.com/2008/05/04/the-new-adventures-of-an-old-gibson-guitar/comment-page-1/#comment-177 yshwa4life Mon, 05 May 2008 14:33:01 +0000 http://transparentchristianmagazine.com/?p=166#comment-177 ...thanks for your "transparency" Jason. you're right it's funny how it hits you out of the blue sometimes. Good thing you know the Word of God and how to respond. …thanks for your “transparency” Jason. you’re right it’s funny how it hits you out of the blue sometimes. Good thing you know the Word of God and how to respond.

]]> By: Gene http://www.transparentchristianmagazine.com/2008/05/04/the-new-adventures-of-an-old-gibson-guitar/comment-page-1/#comment-176 Gene Mon, 05 May 2008 13:39:27 +0000 http://transparentchristianmagazine.com/?p=166#comment-176 When traversing life's path we often run across a bump here are a pot-hole there. Whenever we stop and took a hard look in the mirror we often find a weathered face often influenced by poor decisions in our life. If there weren’t enough distractions or temptations we are thrown curves like jealousy that create a whole new set of circumstances. However, as with ever other possibility the God we serve knows ahead of time how we are going to react to these situations and often times places loving people in our path to help alleviate the pain and anguish to focus on the benefit of being in the masters hands. When traversing life’s path we often run across a bump here are a pot-hole there. Whenever we stop and took a hard look in the mirror we often find a weathered face often influenced by poor decisions in our life. If there weren’t enough distractions or temptations we are thrown curves like jealousy that create a whole new set of circumstances. However, as with ever other possibility the God we serve knows ahead of time how we are going to react to these situations and often times places loving people in our path to help alleviate the pain and anguish to focus on the benefit of being in the masters hands.

]]> By: idahostevens http://www.transparentchristianmagazine.com/2008/05/04/the-new-adventures-of-an-old-gibson-guitar/comment-page-1/#comment-175 idahostevens Mon, 05 May 2008 03:44:11 +0000 http://transparentchristianmagazine.com/?p=166#comment-175 Great story. Isn't it interesting how after years of living hard and playing hard; getting warped and difficult to stay in tune, the hand of a master can return the shape and function to once again be able to create beauty not only for the player but for the listener. (whoa. my fingers ran out of breath on that sentence.) God can take our warped and out of kilter life and once again create beauty. Not only for us but for those around us. We all need a daily tuning, rubbed down to remove the grime of the day, and played to the enjoyment of our Lord. Great story. Isn’t it interesting how after years of living hard and playing hard; getting warped and difficult to stay in tune, the hand of a master can return the shape and function to once again be able to create beauty not only for the player but for the listener. (whoa. my fingers ran out of breath on that sentence.) God can take our warped and out of kilter life and once again create beauty. Not only for us but for those around us. We all need a daily tuning, rubbed down to remove the grime of the day, and played to the enjoyment of our Lord.

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