I thought I would post some music musings this afternoon. I’ve not done it much on The Prodigal Thought, actually only four other times that I can really remember (post 1, post 2, post 3, post 4). Maybe I can do this a little more in the future. But I wanted to share a little story about an ol’ favourite singer of mine, a song that has been stuck in my head this week, and a little story behind the song.
One of my favourite singers since I was a little toddler has been Kenny Rogers. Yes, Kenny Rogers! Now, I don’t listen to him on a regular basis today, but my ventures with Kenny Rogers all started when I was just a little tyke of a boy. I fell in love with his singing when he appeared on one of the Muppets episodes (not the Muppet Babies cartoons, but the real Muppet puppets). And my parents taped that one show (on a VHS tape) and I watched it constantly, continually, perpetually, even religiously. My parents regularly recall how I would always call out to them, ‘Mommy, daddy. Kenny Waagerrs and Mwuppwets! Kenny Waagerrs and Mwuppwets!’
I supposedly could not get enough. And I have vague memories of that one show with Kenny Rogers embedded deeply within me.
Well, interestingly enough, before I was to move to Brussels, Belgium, I had been involved with a guy’s prayer group on a weekly basis within our local church. A few weeks before I moved, the guys were specifically gathered around me, praying for my situation. I had shared how there were a lot of things going on with preparing to end out things in Memphis and preparing to head to Brussels. I was beginning to feel quite overwhelmed.
As the guys were praying for me, one of my good friends, Sam, spoke up and said something to the effect of: Scott, I don’t know if you know the Kenny Rogers song, The Gambler. But I really believe God wants to speak to you through the one line that says, ‘You’ve gotta know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, know when to run.’
Sam went on to share how, in this time, there are things that I need to consider if they are worth holding onto or if it is simply better folding them and laying them down. Though you might laugh, and some might even mock at my suggestion that God could ever speak through such a song, it was quite a strengthening word given to me from a simple line from a simple song, a song from my favourite singer as a little tyke. I will always remember that evening as I gathered with a handful of guys for prayer. And who wouldn’t remember a time when God speaks like a two-edged sword into your life and situation?
So, lately I have been singing that song. And so, in tribute to my most-liked singer as a little boy, and in remembrance of that strengthening word before heading to Brussels, I post this video of The Gambler by Kenny Rogers.
Aww yes, the ol’ Kenny Rogers. I’ve heard that story many times and even decided to burn one song of his on one of my “Cindy” made CD’s. It usually reminds me of you. Thanks for sharing another story. I love you.
This story really brought tears to my eyes, in memories when you were a child. Now a grown man serving God, how awesome is that. Thanks for sharing this with us all.
We all love and miss you. Mom
You wouldn’t move from that TV for an entire hour when we played that tape. And you got to the point where you lip-sync’d the words because you knew every line in the show. I do believe that we still have that tape and I hope that it is functional so that we can play it for Caleb at Christmas just to see his reactions.