What's in a Name?

As young children, we tend to label people with names to describe them because our little brains cannot handle the load when being introduced to many people somehow related to our parents and our pronunciation is just terrible. For example, when I was a wee tot, I had a friend whose name was Michael, but I called him Mike-Mo. Then there was also certain adults who were given names like Scary Guy, Beard Man, Maintenance Guy, etc. Then as we grow older, we tend to shorten our birth name into a simpler nickname because we think it's A) cool B) more grown up C) because our parents yelled at us using our full names and D) all of the above.

However, throughout the course of time, we tend to acquire nicknames from others (and sometimes ourselves) that relate to something we do, who we are, or is a moniker with a nice ring to it. The most common case were we see this happening is in the rap industry as well as sports. Some examples include Eminem, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg (now Snoop Lion), T-Pain, LL Cool J, Johnny Football, Coco Crisp, Megatron, etc. Sometimes the names are given as a tease or joke, but then can become a permanent way to refer to that person because it has so much meaning or it just works. Where am I going with all of this? Well I was pondering over the slew of nicknames I've been given over the years and have decided to analyze them thoroughly highlighting their meaning and what made them last or what didn't.

Joshy (Josh-ee): Given to me by all three of my sisters and various girls. I'm not a fan of this one and it's a rarity these days, but it'll still make an unwanted appearance on occasion. For my age, it doesn't fit the bill, but expresses a playful atmosphere (unless it comes from a guy, then I'll have issues).

Wayne Gretzky: Given to me by my 8th grade gym teacher. As a kid I loved roller skating and street hockey. Whenever we came across this activity in gym class, I always went all out and dominated. I earned this name because I would score often but also because I was the only one to score on my gym teacher. This name didn't stand the test of time because it was only used while playing floor hockey and I never made a career out of it.

Watkins: Used by kids I went to school with in middle school and various people playing pick-up sports. In middle school it was cool to call kids by their last names and coaches have a tendency to do that a lot too. Your last name represents your family and that's something to take pride in. So when used as a first name it can be deemed as a sign of respect because you are representing your family and people recognize that.

Joshwatkins: Okay so this isn't really a nickname, but some names just flow together nicely. Instead of "hey Josh" or "what's up Josh?" I heard "Hey Joshwatkins" and "What's up Joshwatkins?" I have had a handful of people throughout my high school years always refer to me by my shortened first name and last name as one name. It'll still be heard on occasion.

Dallas Clark: For those who don't know, Dallas Clark was Peyton Manning's sure hand tight end in Indianapolis for 9 years and made many highlight reels because of his catches. Tim Chai gave me that one. Whenever he'd throw a football to me, I'd catch it. He would then start rifling those to me and I'd catch those as well. He started calling me Dallas or Dallas Clark. Eventually, Clark left Indy and his age caught up with him, and so the name wasn't very relevant anymore.

Pizza Man: One day a little jr. high kid at my church started calling me Pizza Man. I hadn't the slightest clue where he got that name from, but I rolled with it. After awhile, my curiosity got the better of me and I asked him why he would call me that and he said it was because he saw me carrying pizzas a lot. This is a perfect example of my introduction above. He has grown some since then and hasn't called me that name in a long time.

Joshkins: Believe it or not this name did not come from a girl or a little kid. This one came from the ever happy, ever goofy, ever lovable, ever hungry Zane Biddle. He sliced my first name and last name in half and meshed them together. Every time he calls me that, he says it in a serious, non joking voice. He is the sole user of that name and it's just a small piece of our big friendship.

Joshitowah (Josh-ee-toe-wah): During my first co-op, I had a boss who had quite a character about him. He liked to crack jokes and be as humorous as possible. One day for some reason he decided to take my name and make it "Japanese-like". He called me by this name for the rest of the semester.

Jeff Gordon: when I was ten years old, there was a Saturday morning cartoon called NASCAR Racers. Me and my siblings thought it was one of the coolest shows ever and never missed an episode. In the cartoon, the drivers raced on insane courses, had turbo boosters, crashed each other, and could even bail out of their cars in "rescue racers." In February 2001, I was told the biggest NASCAR Race, the Daytona 500, was going to be on. Now I had heard of Jeff Gordon and saw bits and pieces of races before, but never enough to be interested. I sat through that entire race and was hooked. I saw cars beat and bang, go airborne, and make impossible passes to win. It was also the race the Intimidator, Dale Earnhardt, was killed on the last lap. For the next few years, I ate, slept, and breathed NASCAR. I would always wear Jeff Gordon caps and people started calling me Jeff Gordon or just Gordon. I don't have the passion for NASCAR like I used to, so the name has faded with time.

Watty (Whatt-ee): College is where many young people begin to discover who they truly are. You meet some people there who will or can become best friends for a long time. Well there were two guys I met with engineering majors like mine and we became fast friends. We refer to each other by our last names, but for me, one of them called me Watty and the name stuck for them. They haven't called me anything else since. I don't mind it at all. And it's usually pronounced by raising your voice as you say it and drawling out the "ee" sound.

Makarios (mak-ar'-ee-os): From the fall of 2011 to the summer of 2012, as many of you know, I did a Christian Internship. During this time, we studied Greek. Now the cool thing of Greek is that many of their letters are used as symbols in mathematics (alpha=acceleration, theta=angle, mu=friction, etc) and being an engineering student, I see these symbols a lot. Well during the first few weeks of learning Greek, we would use Greek words in our bible projects to better understand the bible and because we weren't experts in reading Greek yet, we normally would skip them. Well as we read in turn, I noticed I would have a Greek word in my portion. The word was makarios and I could pronounce half of it from my mathematical background. My turn came and the word rolled off my tongue as if I spoke Greek. The room, including Rex, was shocked. I sat there and grinned until I couldn't hide it any longer. I told them I looked the pronunciation up and they laughed. For the rest of that year, the brothers in the brother's house called me makarios on and off. I actually found out that it is a legit Greek name and the actual word means happy or blessed.

Tim Duncan/Timmy D/Timmy: This semester at college, I have played a lot of basketball. I am left-handed and have a decent hook shot. One game I played, my hook shot was untouchable and i hardly missed. The group I played with called me Tim Duncan referring to the NBA player who has a killer hook shot. They still call me that even when we don't play, but they shorten it to Timmy D or just Timmy.

D-Jack: I also play a lot of pool in college and I play with a lot of the same people. This one guy I play with is really into football and the NFL like I am and so we talk a lot of Browns and Eagles. Recently, the Eagles released one of their star players (I won't get into details here). His name is DeSean Jackson and his nickname is D-Jax. Up until the time the Eagles finally released him, this guy would bug me about it. Finally, he did get released, and because of all the conversations about it, this guy started calling me D-Jack. This just goes to show that our naming people by descriptive names as kids continues throughout our lives and can be crucial in our relations with people.

J-Watt/Jwatt (Same pronunciation, two different spellings): This nickname has basically become my real name among the Cleveland bros as well as many other college bros and sisters in the church. It came about one summer when we were playing a lot of basketball in the meeting hall parking lot. We decided to give each other monikers. Johnny was the Mailman and David was the Waiter. Tim Chai said "What can we call Josh?" Then before anyone could respond to his question, he said "We'll call you J-Watt." That was seven years ago and the name has stuck like glue and it is by far my favorite. It was a sign of acceptance for a young high school kid with some older high school and first year college kids. It's a sign of the bond that has grown between us throughout the years and it's even cooler when other people from other churches use it because to me that's an acceptance and a sign of respect for who I am.

You never know how you can effect someone when you take that extra step. Parents take careful thought into naming their children because names have meaning and it's what people are going to know you as or call you for the rest of your life. Names can be powerful, even something as simple as a nickname. Experiment, see what works and what doesn't, take pride in your birth name, family name, and hey even a nickname. You never know, it could change your life.

Letting the Mind Wander

Seeing as Monday was a beautiful day compared to the awful weather that has plagued Cleveland all winter, I decided to take a walk and think. Now I think all the time, but because I'm on spring break, I can think more freely and not have my poor head clustered with Castigliano's theorem, velocity and magnitude vectors, the determinants of matrices, UC method for differential equations, or the equations for how much heat is lost in a system. Engineering is rough.

My thoughts wandered to seven years ago when I was just entering high school and there was a core group of young people I grew up with. This group of young people was crucial to my being able to accept that I wasn't going back to Pennsylvania and to further my Christian walk. To think of how closely knit we were and even still are, brings me back time and time again.

Unfortunately, this little thing known as life got in the way and forced us to play its roulette wheel known as college. My metaphors mean this. You pick the college (black or red) and your major (number), but in all reality, who knows if you'll pursue that major the whole way through. And even if you do, who knows what job you will get and where it will be.

Well, that roulette wheel scattered us pretty good. To put it all in perspective, there were about 30 of us ranging from 8th-12th grade. We scattered like antelope being hunted by cheetahs. We ended up in NY, NJ, IN, NC, PA, MI, all over Ohio, etc. Nine or so of us have jobs or permanently moved more than two hours out of Cleveland. Three of us are married and two more are engaged. There's also a handful I haven't heard from or seen in years. When the ones who have moved come for a visit, we make the time a mini holiday.

It's just hard to realize how cruel time can be and how change can once in awhile be annoying. The truth is, this sort of change is inevitable, but for me it happened ridiculously fast. By the Lord's mercy, there are about 10 of us from that original group who currently reside here in Cleveland and that's huge. But it reminds me often of (as Eric Church puts it) those I've loved (and still do) along the way.

That's why whenever some or all of us get together, I do everything I can to be there. Life is short and if you don't make the most of it now, who knows if you'll even have tomorrow? Even though life goes on, that glue called friendship keeps us coming back. So until I stop breathing, I will continue to remember the glory days and keep them close. I will end this post with the words of Eric Church:

"And I hope they know

I never woulda made it this far on my own

Where would we all be without those

Fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers

The friends I’ve made, the long lost lovers

I wouldn’t be who I am today

If not for those I’ve loved along the way

Along the way."

To Live is Christ

Henry David Thoreau once wrote "To be awake is to be alive." One can take this to mean that sleep is related to death, or that one truly doesn't live when one is lethargic, lazy, and just sleeps all the time. Considering this, what does it mean to truly live?

At the college spring retreat this weekend, the topic covered was Philippians chapter 1. The apostle Paul is writing to the Philippians while he is in prison. He is not in a distraught state, but is rather joyful. This is because he knew what it meant to live. Paul wrote "For to me to live is Christ..." Christ had called him higher and deeper and he had answer that call.

There are many Christians and non-Christians alike who still don't realize this because they build so many walls and feel to insecure to tear them down. "I have to work overtime so my boss will finally give me a promotion so I can make more money." Wall. "I must buy this ridiculously expensive piece of clothing because I need to stay with the "in" crowd otherwise I'd die." Wall. "Sports matter more than spending time with the saints, the Bible, the church, etc." Wall. "I can't preach the gospel because I'm not good at it." Wall. Even when we finally begin to take one wall down, three more spring up in it's place. It took 28 years for the Berlin Wall to be torn down. Twenty-eight years! Look at it this way. To live is Christ, which is something so wonderful it is beyond compare. But because of the walls we put up, we cannot have this wonderful thing. That's like missing some of the greatest moments of your life because there's a wall in the way.

To be called by Christ is a gift. To answer the call is you chipping away at that wall. To go higher and deeper into that call is to tear those walls down and to live. To live is Christ.

For the Love of the Game

Before 2014 graced us with its presence, I recall telling many people how excited I was for this year in sports. Whoa! Hold on a minute. Don't quit reading now for those of you who can't stand or read sports talk. Trust me you'll enjoy this and it isn't like anything ESPN bombards you with.

I am excited for this year because along with baseball being back in season soon, 2014 is special because the winter Olympics return tomorrow (events before the opening ceremony. Weird right?) and the World Cup returns this summer. So any average sports fan would be even mildly enthused right? Well some of you who may not like to watch sports or even soccer for that matter, will tune in for the Olympics and maybe the world cup. Why? Because for the Olympics, it's that pride and patriotism you have in your country that compels you to join the world in watching as athletes compete on the national stage. Most of the events at these games are ones that aren't as heavily followed or broadcast as football, basketball, baseball, and hockey. Yet they are games you participated in through high school, you gave up your Friday nights, Saturday afternoons, and even the occasional Sunday to compete. Why? For the love of the game. Watching sports on TV may bore you, but the feel of that Frisbee as it leaves your hand, or the sound of the ref signaling you have pinned your opponent, or even resounding smack of that volley ball nailing the gym floor for the match point all are factors that drive us to play the game.

Where did all this inspiration come from? I recently read a short story about a father who would one day tell his son why sports mean so much to him. He put it like this: "It's about eye-black, stickum, and pine tar. It's fourth and goal, first and long, and John 3:16...It's about divots, brush-burns, the Miracle on Ice, and Lions, and Tigers, and Bears (Oh My!)...ballpark franks, checkered flags, and if you ain't rubbin' you aint racin'. It's about sudden death, extra innings, and being behind the eight ball; the Green Monster, Wrigley Ivy, and Yankee pinstripes; goal line stands, the terrible towel, and the Dog Pound...It's about playing umpteen games of P-I-G and around the world in your driveway until you finally beat your older brother. It's the smell of your first baseball glove, the feel of your first lucky bat, and the sound of your mother cheering at your first football game. In short it's about the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat, and everything in between." (shortened version) ~William Wilczewski

I could add so much more to this list, especially Todd Hamilton calling 42 year-old Jason Giambi's two out walk off home run to keep the Indians wild card hopes alive. But I think you already got the point.

An example of my beginning statements is this. As I mentioned, the World Cup is happening this summer. I will be honest. I don't watch professional soccer, I don't follow professional soccer, and most of the time don't care about professional soccer. But if you came up to me and asked me to play a game myself, I'd strap on a pair of cleats and say when and where? So why so much interest in the world cup? Because soccer is the world's game. It's the one time every four years that your country gets to prove that they are the best in front of the world. It's about pride, honor, the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat.

So tomorrow when the 2014 Olympics in Sochi, Russia officially begin, I will be keeping a close eye on the action with the rest of the world and cheering the good ole USA onto victory no matter what sport; whether it be hockey or curling. All for the love of the game. GO USA!

Another Year, New Hopes, Same Dreams

I semi-promised I would make a new year post, so I'm fulfilling that promise now. I wish I could've done it sooner, but to tell you the truth, life as an adult is busy and ain't always easy. As each new year creeps upon me, I begin to realize more and more how short life truly is and how quickly it can fly by. I can't believe my Christian internship started two and a half years ago, that I started college 4 and 1/3 years ago, that the first Vision week conference was nearly 7 years ago...etc. I still feel as is I'm in 2011 and that's the way it has been since 2009. So 3 years feels like one to me. And I hate it. Because as a kid, I really had no schedule, no adult responsibilities, and basically nothing that could prevent me from enjoying life. I also had no flashy, ringing robot in my pocket, no magic box that spewed forth captivating pictures upon a screen, heck I didn't even have cyber spider web. What I had was a woods, a tree swing, climbing trees, a football, a soccer ball, a sleek black Huffy Bike, a sled, a basketball, roller blades, kites, and most importantly my imagination.

I've told you in detail in past posts what this wonderful imagination could procure, and looking back there were times I craved those imagination destroying video games and there were many a time I was allowed to play them, but never own them. Because of my limited time, I made individual games last months, even years, unlike the mere days they last now. And today, I am really glad I wasn't raised by video games.

Where am I going with all of this? I am reflecting on the glory days of my youth when life was so much more perfect and without certain distractions that rule today's society, I was able to imagine, to hope, to dream. I had all the time in the world to do so and because of that, I still dream today. That's one of the few things that keeps me going realizing that all this stress and hardship i go through now is for a greater vision. It's so i can take care of the now for the future. So when I have that moment of nothing, I can turn it into everything I've been dreaming of. I not just talking about my own dream...those are a great vision. They may still come in due time. But the reference I'm making is of the greatest vision. The vision of Christ being complete in my life. My dreams coming true are only rewards along the journey to the Greatest Reward.

So what do I want to see for 2014? Well for the first time in my life, I have a plan for more than a year. And for this plan to come to pass, certain goals must be met along the way. One of my biggest non-self dreams for this year is to see over 600 attend Mountain Top. This summer marks the 10 year anniversary of the 1000 attendees at the second MT which was in Cleveland. Those past MTs as a jr high/ high school kid meant a lot to me and even more so with that large group of Christians enjoying the Lord.

I would also love to see high schoolers have the desire to serve, to put the Lord into where they go to college, to realize the need and fulfill it. Let me tell you a story about choosing a college. My dream school was The Ohio State. It is a huge school, with so much going on, an awesome football team/sports atmosphere, a good engineering program, I already knew a bunch of people there, plus there is a local church life right there as well. But I wasn't going to apply to just one school (I wasn't that confident), so I applied to Akron and Cleveland State. Originally, CSU wasn't even in the picture because I had been there all my freshman year of high school because my school was associated with the college. I wasn't a fan of the campus and I saw it basically as a fall back school. During the application process, I knew I had to put the Lord in it otherwise, I may have missed out or messed up something important. A reason why I didn't apply further away was because I wasn't big on spending vast loads of money on travel and housing and college it was a new and nerve shaking time. As I waited for the acceptance letters to arrive, slowly I felt a turn towards CSU, but wasn't fully committed yet.

Within two weeks of applying, CSU sent me a small envelope (which usually means rejected) that contained a letter that had said I had been accepted and contained an offer for a $1500 yearly scholarship because of my high school academics. I was for sure going to college (not that I was worried), but wanted to hear the other responses. It took a month for Akron and two months for OSU, but they both accepted me and Akron offered a yearly$2000 scholarship. I was overjoyed because I was 3-0 and had my OSU acceptance letter. Yet, something still poked at me to go to CSU.

Not that much later, I received an invitation to attend a scholarship competition at CSU. I inquired of the Lord that if I was really meant to go to CSU, I needed a final sign that would make CSU the right choice. I then proceeded to participate in this competition where I had to take a math test and write an essay. The results? The test added another grand to my total and the essay gave me two grand for my first semester. At this point, there was no doubt in my mind that CSU was where I was going. I let the Lord guide me and to this day I do not believe it was the wrong choice. Do I wish I had left and had the OSU experience?...sometimes. Do I regret not going?...Not at all.

So consider that aspect when searching for the right college. Don't just focus on academics and programs and pizzazz, but think about church life, serving, and your walk with the Lord as well. Start the new year off right by letting your worries fall at His feet, His way guide you, and your focus on Him. Here's to a new year in Christ!

And So It Ends: Arrivederci 2013 and Hello 2014

I wanted to make the post a reflection on 2013, but I committed myself to posting most of my works here until the end of the year. Seeing as this is the last day I will be able to post before the new year (because I will be at Empower and The Rock), I am going to finish what I started. That being said, I will make the first post of 2014 a reflection/anticipation post. Without further ado, I give you the final post of my works from all time.

Feral Imp

By Josh Watkins

Inspired by Shel Silverstein

A feral imp came across my stare

I did a double take to find that he wasn't there.

I cursed my weak eyes for missing such a sight,

Oh what I would do to capture one tonight.

What is a feral imp? You challenge my truth?

I’ll do my best, but I am not a sleuth.

He is as slow as a lightning strike, quick as a snail,

He rides raindrops and lassos unruly hail.

He is as tall as a mouse,

And is skinny as a house.

He snatches snitches, flips faulty switches,

Has uncontrollable twitches and backhands witches.

His grin glows in the black,

And is all deserving of a good smack,

But his charm is one of a kind,

Aromatic as a pig’s mud drenched behind.

His craft is that of a thief,

He’ll swipe your spoons, your undies, and beef.

Your pencils, screws, and rubber bands,

Any little thing he can clench in his deceivingly tiny hands.

Still don’t believe me? Fine see if I care.

Your fate will be dealt, but beware,

His antics will cause you to lose your all your hair,

So test his patience if you dare.

Oh look! There he is right here before you,

I told you no lies, it is all true!

Every word I said, he’s like no other.

Wait what’s that you say…Oh I guess you’re right…he is my little brother.

A thought came to me once to write a comical poem about a feral imp. But I needed more than that to give it finesse, flare, zing. So I decided to write it in the same style as Shel Silverstein, a late great comedic poet. 

During my senior year of high school, I took a journalism class and every once in a while during class, my teacher would give us one line and tell us to take 10 minutes and write something based on that line. A certain one in particular, sent me on a journey I never expected to take. The line was "I'm going home with you." Being a romantic I took this as the perfect opportunity to write an ending to a powerful love story. In those ten minutes, this is what I came up with. 

"I am going home with you," she said as she kissed his soft lips. "I want to stay with you forever." "You know I cannot take you with me," he said. "But I don't want to let you go either." The sun was slowly skipping away on the last day of summer. The wind was laughing and dancing as it blew by, releasing its final breaths of warm air. Her fingers crept along the leather seats and slowly interlaced with his. "This summer has changed me a lot," she said. "It's the best I have been in a long time." "I know," he replied. "I feel the exact same way." He couldn't help but stare into her precious baby blue eyes and see the life that was in her. His heart was throbbing, his arms were shaking, yet his eyes remained fixed upon her. 

"Let's just drive," she said. "let the road lead us to our future." She kissed him again. She watched him grow from a young weak little boy into a strong and loving man. From the moment she saw him, she knew he was the one. A screech broke the unwavering silence as a great bald eagle soared above them. She smiled as he put his arm around her waist. Then, putting the car into drive, he turned to her and said "Alright, I am with you, you are my life."He kissed her once more. As they began to disappear beyond the horizon, two snow-white doves flew in unison in the silhouette of the sun.

Being the goody-goody student that I was, when the teacher asked me to share it with the class, I did, but with a little hesitation. If you recall the I Love You For the First Time piece and how I mentioned I had read a romantic piece in front of a group of people before, well this was it. The problem was that there were 24 students in that class (including me) and 23 of them were girls. Let me tell you that to do that took some serious guts. Lets just say that the room was speechless in awe and I couldn't believe I did that. But I had to know for sure if it was worth going further. So I put it on facebook and got an amazing response. I decided that I was going to write the rest of the story.

I took me a little over one year to complete, but I wrote a 154 page word document story that had a total of 66 "chapters" and each one was posted facebook. It was by far my greatest project and I couldn't believe I had written that much. It could be considered a book. As a special treat, I am going to post the first chapter here, and if you want to read the rest, you will have to check my notes on facebook and read it all yourself. or ask me and I'll see about getting you the entire thing. On a side note, The ending is different then that 10 minute paragraph above because I didn't have everything in my head and made it up as I went along. Also I may publish it one day and am fully aware that it needs a lot of editing, but as you read further into it, the writing gets much better.

 “She’s so beautiful,” he thought to himself as she passed by. He had been watching her for weeks now. It was Sunday evening and he was sitting in the park, watching nature run its course. He was sitting on an old faded bench. In fact, it was the very bench he was sitting on when he first noticed her. He had seen her at the Sunday morning meetings and knew she took occasional walks through the nearby park. He couldn’t shift his gaze every time she walked by. There was just something about this girl he couldn’t quite figure out. Was it her angelic face? Was it her long, golden hair? Her baby blue eyes? The way she said hello? He didn’t know what it was, but what he did know is that his heart wouldn’t let her get away. “Maybe I should tell her,” he thought. “How would she react? What would she say?” 

These thoughts weaved in and out of his mind until he was interrupted by a loud barking. He looked up and saw a golden retriever chasing some confused and terrified pigeons. Running frantically behind the dog was a distraught girl, but not just any girl; it was the one who had captured his heart. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, and then realizing that this was his chance, he leaped off the bench with ease and flew toward the wayward dog. The retriever, thinking that strange person running toward him wanted to play, stopped chasing the pigeons and charged full speed towards him. Knowing that he needed to catch this dog, he did not break his pace. When the dog was only feet from him, he whistled which made the dog slow a little a turn sharply. At the last possible second, he made a dive and caught the dog’s leash with his fingertips. The dog, caught by surprised, yelped and tried to get away. He walked slowly to the dog and put his hand to the dog’s nose so the dog could sniff it. Seeing the human was harmless, the dog laid down by his feet. “Thank you so much!” she said as she ran up to him breathless. “Buddy is such a handful sometimes, but he gives me plenty of exercise.” “He is a good-looking dog,” he replied. “I see you like to bring Buddy here often.” “Yeah”, she said, “I’ve been going to this park since I was little, it is so well kept and it is peaceful.” “It is beautiful,” he said. “You go to my church don’t you?” she asked “Yes I do,” he replied. “Well I have to get going,” she said. “My Chemistry professor isn’t making it easy and her tests are killer. I’ll see you later.” “Yeah I’ll see you,” he said. She then turned and jogged off with the retriever pulling her along. 
Once again lost in a trance, he just stood there and watched her disappear. His head was spinning and his heart was thumping. “She is so breath-taking,” he thought. “I didn’t even ask for her number. Shoot.” He began to turn and head for home when something shiny caught his eye. There on the ground, half-hidden by dead leaves, was a charm necklace, and imprinted on it was her name. His eyes began to twinkle as he realized he had a second perfect opportunity; twice in one day! The sun was going down and darkness was settling in fast. “I can’t take it to her now,” he thought. As he headed home, he could hear her voice singing to him through the midnight air.

One last thing. I wanted to end this escapade with the poem that asks you where do you wander? This is where my life has taken me and y'all experienced some of that journey through my writings. Now the question becomes, how about you? I have posted this here before, but after it I will give an explanation of it.

Where Do You Wander?

By Josh Watkins

Upon what path do your feet trod O dreamer?

Describe to me the details of its splendor.

Do you walk upon a short, dust-filled path?

Where many have stepped before?

Do you wander upon briers long and twisted as the eye sees fit?

Is thy path endless, dark and bleak?

Laden with scorching coals and embers rare?

Are your feet scarred and slashed by stones forever encased in the dirt?

Is your breath restrained for fear of avalanche?

Or can you see the Artist’s horizon?

Where do thy toes dangle?

Off the gleaming bricks shaped of gold?

Off the prism’s guarded treasure?

How far down your path does your will desire?

Will you reach its end or will you die along the way?

Is your path lined with roses of red, daisies of yellow, lilies of lavender?

Do notes of melody swarm your destination?

Does the star of fire kiss your skin?

Tell me O dreamer and please my ears,

Are you trapped upon a road carved with lies?

Do you wander in deceit?

Are your feet bound by guilt and slowed by shame?

Prove me wrong! Silence my persistent questioning!

Tell me that you walk along the Way,

That you are running to the Truth,

That you have discovered the route of Eternal Life.

So many paths awaiting your step,

So many vanities at each end.

Yet one and only one will satisfy your dreams.

This is the path Hope,

This is the path of Life,

This is the path of Salvation,

This is the path of Jesus Christ.

I wander this path.

Where do your feet trod O dreamer?

The beginning asks you "Where are you going?" Then it hints suggestively about places you could be going to maybe get you to notice yourself. The first asks if you are going with the flow and following others footsteps and not your own. Then it asks if your path is dark, dangerous, if you can even see where you are going. Next, it inquires of if you are timid or can you see God's beauty. Is your path golden? Do you wander a colorful path full of hope (prism's guarded treasure=rainbow)? Is the path you walk one you'll reach the end of? Is it peaceful, harmonic, warm-fuzzy-feeling-like? Are you tricked? Gullible? Living a lie? Or are you walking along the one True path. The path that leads to hope, peace, love, salvation, and eternity. As the poem ends, "That is the path of Jesus Christ."  

And so ends this experiment/project. I really do hope y'all enjoyed it and I am glad I followed the urge to share it all with you. There are more writings, but those are personal and private to me and are not ready for the world to see yet. Maybe one day. Until then keep dreaming, shoot for those dreams, fight for those dreams, come to know Christ, follow Christ, and embrace everything He is and everything He has to offer. Here's to another great year and here's to looking forward to what 2014 has to offer. Praise God! 

Country Music's Finest

A Tribute to a Country Great

By Josh Watkins

         

          Here I sit On the Coast of Somewhere Beautiful, pondering a certain thought; a thought that Makes Me Wonder quite often. I sit on this beach with a Pirate Flag and The Good Stuff, along with Dreams dancing in my mind. These images are of someone who I could say that You Had Me From Hello. As I relax in an Old Blue Chair I could honestly say that Life is Good and I Never Wanted Nothin’ More.

I think about my future Down the Road, but first I Go Back and I see myself In a Small Town. It’s Summertime, there are Guitars and Tiki Bars, and around here Time Flies. I’m Living in Fast Forward while wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks. No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems. This must be How Forever Feels.

An old man sits in the corner of a nearby bar, playing a guitar and singing about life Somewhere in the Sun and his glory days with Beer in Mexico and a Keg in the Closet. I toss a few bucks into his guitar case and say “Sing Em’ Good My Friend.” He nodded his head in gratitude and when he finished his song he motioned me to Come Over. I pulled up a pile of sand and he offered me some advice I will never forget.

He told me of his story of a love long ago; a beautiful girl who dreamed of being a Big Star. He met her on El Cerrito Place and said “From the moment I saw her, I knew she was Anything But Mine. She was ambitious, a go-getter, and was destined for California. Yet, I was determined and a good friend of mine told me the only thing I could do was ‘Be As You Are.’ Soon after, she let me become a part of her life. Like most kids, we were Young and dumb and I was facing the Reality of becoming a father. All I could think was ‘There Goes My Life.’”

He then told me that the mother chose Hollywood over her child and that she was Better As a Memory. The only thing that mattered to him was his blonde-haired, blue-eyed little girl. The old man had a twinkle in his eye and said “My advice is this; keep that lass over there close, Live a Little, and most importantly, Don’t Blink.”

Those words still ring throughout my heart as I daily Live Those Songs. Now whenever I look into those twinkling eyes and see that loving smile, I tell her that it’s Always Gonna Be You.

I wrote this piece this past summer in tribute to one of my favorite country music artists of all time...Kenny Chesney. This story is completely fictitious and is composed of his song titles and some of my favorites. 

If you don't like country music, fine. Just read it for the writing. And hey, if you let me, I can change your mind about country music. I've successfully done so to three people. 

As a special treat, here's the link to my favorite Chesney Christmas song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwojekKN9OE Merry Christmas!