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September Nights

September 3, 2008

Try to remember the kind of September

When you were cold and oh, so hollow.

Try to remember the kind of September

When grass was green but you were yellow.

Try to remember the kind of September

When you were a timid and careless fellow,

Try to remember, and if you remember, then hello…

We won’t belabor the point.  September morning still can make us feel that way.  But you’ve become a grown-up girl, so we can’t hear you crying in the corner of your room any more.  Least ways, not like we used to.  It’s been so long we hardly knew you, standing in the door.  And look how far we’ve come!  So far from where we used to be.  But not so far that we’ve forgotten how it was before.  Besides, we ain’t two lovers, and we don’t get into scenes from romantic plays.  Romance… Yuk!

So, strap on your big boy pants and get yourself a partner.  Don’t be tryin’ to dance yer way around it neither.  We’re taking the show on the road this month, with a discussion of evangelism and evangelizing.  Not the kind of evangelism that requires an evangelist, complete with an advance team and a quarter million dollar motor home.  But the kind of evangelism that requires you to put your shoes on — you know — the ones with the rubber soles, and put your knuckles to the door (or your finger to the doorbell button).  That kind of evangelism.

And while we discuss the how’s and why’s,

Don’t you remember?  Your feet were so tender

that you sat down for most of September.

Try to remember, and don’t blame your gender

when you’re the one who picked those suspenders.

Won’t you remember?  your brain’s not an ember!

You’re mellow!

(Or else yellow)

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