There’s an old skit, made popular on long bus rides to
summer camp, that goes something like this. Take a bow tie, or a piece of paper pinched together in the
middle to resemble a bow, and hold it against your head.
(in a high, helpless voice) “I can’t pay the rent!”
Switch the bow to your neck.
(in a low, demanding voice) “You must pay the rent!”
Continue alternating the bow between your hair and neck,
to go with the two characters. Don’t
forget to change your voice too.
“But I can’t pay the rent!”
“You must pay the rent!”
Switch the bow to your lip, making a dreamy mustache.
(in a gallant, I’m-so-handsome-I-can’t-stand-it
voice) “I’ll pay the rent!”
Back to the hair.
“My hero!”
For a visual aid, I've also included this awesome youtube video,
featuring Joe and Maia's take on the classic:
In hero stories, people may pay a little attention to the
damsel in distress, but really all the excitement is centered around the
hero. How strong! What expert timing! What a good heart! WOW!
Last month, sitting on a plane as it landed in Iowa, I
thought, ‘Are angels cheering for me?’
I
hadn’t been on a plane in almost a year.
The last time I was on a plane, it was a nightmare of anxiety and I had
a panic attack as soon as I disembarked.
I was nervous about being on a plane again, and about returning to Iowa,
a place that represented a difficult, lonely season of life. Making it through that plane ride felt like a
huge accomplishment.
I tried to imagine
the scene in heaven.
I saw angels watching me land, bursting out in wild
celebration, and saying to the Lamb on the throne, “You did it! You did it!”
I smiled and decided to join in. I walked the airport concourse singing, “You
did it!” to the Lord.
My hero!
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