Just something a little sentimental today…
My mother died with I was 17. She died a drunk driver. Before this – before my rage against this aspect of her, before years of abuse by this one or that, I remember my mother’s voice. She could play the piano and sing. I remember those times, although the more troublesome times dominate my memory.
But, every now and this, I hear this song. This song is rather important to me. I remember my mother singing this song to me when I was much younger. Maybe it meant something to her because of the child’s name in the song and the subject matter of course. But, I remember those times she did sing along with the country crooners. Seemed that she was my mother the most during that time.
And now, I still hear her singing that song when it comes on the radio.
Joel L. Watts holds a Masters of Arts from United Theological Seminary with a focus in literary and rhetorical criticism of the New Testament. His interests include exploring the role of mimesis in human civilization, specifically in the study of religion and media, as well as science fiction and the way in which it has allowed mythology to be explored in light of scientific discoveries of the past century. He is the author of Mimetic Criticism of the Gospel of Mark: Introduction and Commentary (Wipf and Stock, 2013) and a co-editor and contributor to From Fear to Faith: Stories of Hitting Spiritual Walls (Energion, 2013).
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