2018-04-18 - Help!
“Help, I need somebody. Help, not just anybody. Help, you know I need someone. Help” Do you recognize that chorus from the old Beatles song? “It’s got a catchy tune, a good beat, and you can dance to it,” as my Mom used to say. This particular song ended up being used in a film with the same title in 1965, as a follow-up to the prior debut musical they had done called Hard Day’s Night. The movies were both categorized as a melding of song and slapstick (Wikipedia.com). The lyrics to Help developed differently than they were used in the movie, and the chorus I’ve shown to open was added to enhance the multi-use thought to pair with the musical theme. (Also according to Wikipedia.com) When you hear the song chorus, which was added to the verses at a later time from how I interpreted the notations, in the musical context, it just seems fun and silly - unlike the actual context of the verses before being used with a movie. Those poetic lines arose from battles which emerged on the band’s road of fame and fortune, in what is painted in our minds somehow the Garden of Eden before the fall of man. “If I just had what they had, I’d be happy!” Somehow, we can come to equate contentment with being overwhelmed with prizes and the adoration of complete strangers. Attaining success in this world will at some point remind anyone that loneliness befalls people within affluence or poverty, and all of the rungs on the ladder. Gone is the fantasy that we can achieve a certain station, item, popularity that will allow us to not need anyone but ourselves, even if we do not have an understanding of God and his word. And even when we do there are occasions we can convince ourselves - even for a split second - that “I’ve finally got it all together.” How quickly does it turn on us, yet again? Personally, it’s often the very next day that reality sideswipes me. I recall there were times while growing up, that I would ask my Mom a question, and she would look at me and say somewhat sardonically, “I wasn’t spawned full-grown from my mother’s head, you know. I was also young, ever so many years ago”. It was a reminder that she did not do everything on her own, she truly understood my plight much of the time, and we all need some help now and again, whatever age or location in life.
Since I was in grade school, I have loved to play in the dirt and just to be outdoors. I would venture into the open air, the minute I finished chores and school work, and would return to home base when the street lights were first visible on our street. As a kid, it was kickball, whiffle ball, football, riding my bike, matchbox cars and roads made in the dirt next to our house, playing tag or picking wild berries with friends in the neighborhood small wooded area just over the hill in our cul de sac. In the winter, we jumped on aluminum saucers, and plummeted vicariously through the ice paths carved out of a hill directly behind the house, over the course of the day. As an adult, the activities were variations of childhood activities - with planting of trees, decorating shrubs and flowers, and enhancing areas where we have lived. Following the planting is mowing grass, raking leaves, and pulling weeds to maintain those provisions given to us. We moved on to shoveling snow and dragging our kids across snow on makeshift sleds on a flat backyard. The past few years, though our yard size is a diminished version to our previous house, it has become clear I need to further limit the extent of my commitment to what has to be done outside, in order that I still retain some measure of enjoying my time in nature. I have scaled back some flower beds, eliminated a couple other ones as well as adding more flowers that are perennial, with me just needing to add occasional plant food and a little water between times of regular rainfall. We also had gone from a regular push mower, then to a self-propelled, and now to a battery-charged lawnmower. Not only is it even lighter than the other two machines, but it does not require gas, oil changes or pull-starting that I have been doing for close to thirty years. And my dear hubby has volunteered to be available to assist with mowing, as much as possible. That allows me to save my strength for a few small items of necessity, as well as my favorite of feeding the birds and watching the ornithological array gather for the feast. Very often, I have been neglecting my feathered friends, because I have needed help and felt my body giving out on me.
The good news, beyond unexpected added support of some newer devices and my husband’s contribution, is the reminder of the continual sustaining of my needs by the Father who sent me those provisions at the exact moment they were best for me. He proves, without fail, that he is faithful to his promises, and that he is worthy of my praise. And he turns my sorrows into gladness here on earth, as he will when I return to him at the appointed time. All that I need to do is ask for his “Help!” I do need somebody, and no, not just anybody. Somebody to help me without fail is my Father, God. How about you?
“The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.” (Psalm 28:7)
All scripture references from King James Version (KJV) unless otherwise noted