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Soles Family concert tour 2011

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Mon, 09 May 2011 18:03:00 +0000

Wed. May 18/2011 evening concert, 7 pm, 4215 Fairview Ave. Minnetonka, MN 55343 Minneapolis, contact Jeff Evans 612 616-9951 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting            612 616-9951      end_of_the_skype_highlighting jcevans77@gmail.com

Thu. May 19 - Liberty Classical Academy in Minneapolis, 1:15 - 2:00 PM

Fri. May 20 - AM Christian school in Newton, IA
- Evening concert at Newton Christian Reformed Church 511 S 5th Ave. E.   6:30PM Contact Aaron Gunsaulus 641-792-2162 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting            641-792-2162      end_of_the_skype_highlighting or email ncrc@iowatelecom.net

Sun. May 22/2011 evening concert for Christ The Word Church, 4909 Sylvania Ave. Toledo, OH 43623 7 PM concert, contact Tyson Turner at 419-490-6864 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting            419-490-6864      end_of_the_skype_highlighting tyson@christtheword.com http://www.christtheword.com/

Mon. May 23 Covenant Christian Church, Wyoming, ON contact Irene at organizedpandemonium@gmail.com 519 849-5610 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting            519 849-5610      end_of_the_skype_highlighting Directions to Covenant Christian Church: From the 402 exit at Oil Heritage Road. At the end of the exit ramp turn left (south) and cross over the 402. At the lights, turn Right (west) at London Line / Hwy 22. In a few Kilometers you will see Covenant Christian Church on your left (across from People’s Church). Covenant Christian Church is on the corner of London Line and Camlachie Rd

Wed. May 25 Emmanuel Canadian Reformed Church in Guelph, 8037 Hyy7 East, R.R. #2 Guelph   Contact Brigette Vanhuisstede 905-387-6252 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting            905-387-6252      end_of_the_skype_highlighting pbvanh@mountaincable.net

Thur. May 26 Maranatha Christian Reformed Church, 4561 Langstaff Rd. Woodbridge, ON L4L 2B2 905-856-9640 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting            905-856-9640      end_of_the_skype_highlighting contact Sharon Brink rsbrink@sympatico.ca

Fri. May 27 Wellandport United Reformed Church, contact Sharlene Huizinga jsjahuizinga@hotmail.com (905) 701-9350 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting            (905) 701-9350      end_of_the_skype_highlighting

Sat. May 28 Ancaster Canadian Reformed Church 7pm (doors open at 6pm). Contact Brigette Vanhuisstede 905-387-6252 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting            905-387-6252      end_of_the_skype_highlighting pbvanh@mountaincable.net

Mon. May 30 Reformed Presbyterian Church of the North Hills, 606 Thompson Run Rd., Pittsburgh, PA. 6:30 PM concert, contact Tammy Anderson 412 444-5066 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting            412 444-5066      end_of_the_skype_highlighting tammy.anderson@yahoo.com http://jamiesolesconcert.blogspot.com/

Wed. June 1 Mars Hill Academy, 3240 Aero Dr. Mason, OH 45040
Contact: Tammy Peters 513-777-1167 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting            513-777-1167      end_of_the_skype_highlighting htpeters@fuse.net

Thur. June 2 ClearNote Church 2401 S Endwright Rd
Bloomington, IN 47403   contact Jody Killingsworth jody.killingsworth@gmail.com

Fri. June 3 Cornerstone Reformed Church, 801 North Almond, Carbondale, IL 62901 618-549-3333 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting            618-549-3333      end_of_the_skype_highlighting (o) Contact Burke Shade shade79@gmail.com

Sun. June 5 Providence Church, 9124 Sappington Road, St. Louis, MO.,   5:00 to 8:00 PM contact Richard Hiers patria@thehiers.com

Childhood Stories - The Bear

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Thu, 19 Aug 2010 13:35:00 +0000

My earliest memory that I know happened in my own head was a dream I had when I was three. We now lived at Reid Lake, north of Prince George, B.C. on a farm, I think. It had fields, and a pond, and a barn, and a creek, all the trappings of farmness. One of the fields was across the creek, I think it had to be forded for there was no bridge. On the far side of the field the track which led through the field went into the trees, out of sight and into imagination. Who knew what kind of creatures lived in those woods?

In dreamland the imagination can take mysterious things and show them in the clear light of day. I remember going to the field on the far side of the creek. I walked across the stream on a log which had been set there for that purpose. I was out in the middle of the field when I saw a big black bear standing in the track at the opening of the forest, and he was looking at me. I saw him get down on all fours, and I knew I had to run home or be eaten by the bear, so I ran as fast as I could go back to the log. I could hear him gaining on me, hoping for a little boy for lunch, but I knew, somehow, that if I could just get across that log the bear wouldn’t get me, because it couldn’t walk across logs like I could. I made it, and here I am today to tell the tale! Ah, dreams!

Childhood Stories - Church

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 13:32:00 +0000

We went to church in Prince George at the Evangelical Free Church, pastored by Cliff Deitrich, a short little bald fellow who preached with a good bit of gospel fire and fervor. My father had learned a good bit of what it meant to walk with the Lord from this man, and I owe him a great deal because of it. I don’t remember much at all about that church, except that I threw up in Sunday School one day, having eaten too much Puffed Wheat for breakfast.

I also remember getting to church on one particular Sunday. Our Ford van was broken down, and the only vehicle we had that ran was Dad’s new purple 1971 Ford pickup, which of course we all wanted to ride in. Grandma was with us that day, and we somehow got all nine of us into the cab of that truck and went to church. I remember sitting on the left side of dad as he drove.

Childhood Stories - Moberly - Dufresne's Cow

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 23:28:00 +0000

It was a fine summer, and Francis Dufresne’s beef cattle were out foraging in the rich meadows behind his farm. They were used to wandering far afield and fending for themselves; no need to return to the farmyard for food when there was a lot to eat back in the bush. They meandered their way to the back side of his property, where they found a fence in a somewhat weak state.

If Bill Watterson is correct about the behavior of cows when they are not being watched, these ones probably debated about the best way to get that fence down so they could get to the grass on the other side. One may presume that they got their biggest bull to come and lean on that already leaning fencepost until it was down low enough for them to step over it without hurting themselves. Ahhh! Freedom! They moved on thru the meadow until they came to a cultivated hay field, where they began to enjoy themselves. This was even better food than usual!

Someone from our house looked out across the field and saw a large band of Hereford cattle spreading out across it, having a good lunch. Once we identified where they came from, Dad and Mom rallied the kids and got us to herd them out of the field through the gate, out the driveway, and back up the road toward the Dufresne farm. When the cows learned that the gig was up, most of them co-operated with us and started following the desired path. But one cow and her calf lagged behind; she was more interested in grazing than moving. By the time she looked up the rest of the cows had gone through the gate and were marching along the driveway. She ran to catch up, but in doing so she missed the gate and ran further down the field with her calf. Seeing a fence between her and her friends, she did what she had been doing before; she stopped to graze. There is one in every crowd…

“Jamie, run down into that end of the field and herd her back out of there. We will set guards along the way that she came to keep her from going back that way.”

“Ok!” And off I ran, taking the long way so as to get on the other side of her.

I had been on the farm about a year by this time, but I was still quite uneducated in the ways of cows, especially ones with calves. I had not observed that look a cow gets in her eye when somebody or something threatens her calf, and I didn’t observe it this time either. I had herded our docile bunch of milk cows before, but this was my first experience with a beef cow.

I armed myself with clods of dirt and a couple sticks to throw at her, so as to frighten her into the right direction, and I headed out into the field, which was probably 150 yards across at that point. She was out in the middle, and I approached her till she was probably 30 feet away. I hollered at her to move, but she just stood there looking at me.

That was why I brought along the clods, as a secondary means of persuasion. I threw one at her, and it hit her on the shoulder. Her nostrils flared, and she looked hard at me, then pawed the ground. I threw another clod; same results, a low moo and a belligerent pawing of the ground.

I had never seen this sort of thing before, and I had obviously not read any of the right sort of books, the ones that would start ringing alarm bells… I used one of my sticks, which bounced off her nose and caused her to paw the ground again. “Stupid cow!” thought I. “She doesn’t respond to my yells! I’m going to have to get more clods!”

I threw my last stick with a yell, and she put down her head and charged me. I remember being really surprised, then turning tail and running as fast as I could, which was hopelessly slow compared to her… I didn’t run long before I tripped over a clod and fell flat on the ground. I was expecting to be trampled by this monster, but God, thankfully, had other plans for me. He must have told her to leave me alone and to go where she was supposed to go, because she turned around, called her calf, and walked right out the gate without a fuss.

Childhood Stories - Corn and Beans

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 13:31:00 +0000

Saturdays held the family rituals that I remember from when I was small, most of them are food-related. Mom would bake bread that day. I remember helping her punch down the dough, and the wonderful smell of the finished product coming out of the oven. I think she made cinnamon rolls, too, but I may be just wishing… Saturday night supper consisted of corn and beans and bread. Mom did deep brown beans in a slow cooker that day, with molasses in them, and were they ever good!

When I was in Bible college I went on a music tour with one of the teams PRBI would send out, and we would billet at peoples houses. I walked into one such house and was immediately transported back to my five year old days; the beans smelled just right, just like mom’s recipe! MMMM!
And I have always liked the colors yellow and brown together; it creates some sort of deep-seated, Saturday night satisfaction in my soul... I would eat my yellow smarties last, forget that song about the red ones…

We were allowed to have a cup of tea on Saturday night (but not too much, it might stunt your growth!), and we would watch Hockey Night In Canada. The girls always cheered for Montreal, and the boys always cheered for Boston. We usually ended up with four angry boys and two happy girls…

Childhood Stories - My Mother

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 13:27:00 +0000

My mother passed away when I was nine years old, after a long illness which kept her in the hospital for three years. I have seen pictures of her from when I was a toddler, and she never looked well. I suspect that life weighed heavily on her; bearing and raising six children took it’s toll on her frail frame, and when financial difficulties arose they cast black clouds of uncertainty on an already uncertain endeavour.

She was not very stable physically when I was a child. One day when I was four we stepped out the side door of the house into the garage, presumably to get some potatoes for supper. The landing outside the door was about eight steps higher than the concrete floor of the garage, and it had a wrought-iron railing attached. My safety-conscious mom was leaning on this railing as we descended the stairs, as was I. The railing gave way suddenly, and both of us tumbled headlong onto the garage floor from a few feet up. Mom lit, I am told, on a garbage can full of potatoes; I lit on my head on the floor and cracked my skull. I remember having a terrible headache, sitting in bed and waiting for dad to come home, since mom couldn‘t drive. When he arrived, he took me into town to the hospital to get me checked out, and I had to stay in the hospital for a couple days.

My mother trusted in Jesus, and I am sure she must have taught us kids to do so as well. But I think her life was still a fearful place to her. Never having learned how to drive, she often left dad in a bind, needing another driver and having none. I remember an incident when dad had loaned a tractor to a neighbor a couple miles from home, and it was time to pick it up. Little kids could not be left at home alone, or perhaps dad knew we would need to offer moral support, so several of us got in the van and drove to the neighbor’s farm.

“But how will we get home?” mom asked dad.

“You are going to drive home.” said he. “I have to drive the tractor.”

Much protesting ensued, but dad won out. I remember his instructions to her, to keep both hands on the steering wheel, and to drive right down the middle of the gravel road, to watch for traffic on the two corners she would have to make. I remember that Dad drove the tractor ahead of us and we followed, with mom’s white knuckles gripping the wheel like it was some wild thing…

Help with making Psalm sheet music

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 18:56:00 +0000

Greetings to you all, my friends!

   I am undertaking a project which I hope will be of benefit to the church, and I am asking for your help in it.

   Many of you have asked for sheet music for this or that song or psalm of mine, and I am pleased to inform you that such sheets are now being created for my psalms. The first four offerings can be downloaded from www.christcovenant.ca , so that you can see what they are like.

   If songs are being used for the worship of God by the Church, should the artist collect royalties on them? Should he be able to say “No, you can not use these word-for-word psalms in your church until you pay me for them.”? Well, perhaps not in such crass terms, but…

   I would like to post these songs for download, free of charge, anybody can use them. But they do cost money to produce; thus I am asking you if you would like to help finance the making of these psalm versions. It right now costs me roughly $150 per song to get a finished copy in my hands. If several of you would decide to finance a song, or several songs, or part of a song, it would greatly relieve the burden of creating them.

   I look forward to the day when the church again desires to sing the psalms, these songs of Jesus (Heb. 10:5-7), and have been writing these in hopes that they will make it easier for the church to do so.

If you would like to help, please send me a note and I will let you know the ways in which you can help.

Blessings!

Jamie Soles
www.solmusic.ca
http://jamiesoles.blogspot.com/
780 539-3227

Childhood Stories - Moberly - Bath

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 01:52:00 +0000

We had running water on the farm; if the person carrying it back from the well was strong enough, he could run with it.

We had a wringer washer and a good sized bathtub in one corner of the house downstairs. Dad built walls around that corner with more of his poplar lumber, several boards nailed to a 4 by 4 pole every few feet, and a doorway draped with a blanket.

I think these implements drained through some pipes Dad had laid down to the lagoon. I remember hauling water into the house, for baths, but not out again…

Saturday morning, ten AM, time to start preparing a bath. For best results, use the following procedure:

Find the plug, plug the tub.
Put your boots on, and find a couple five gallon buckets.
Go out the basement door, around the end of the house and up to the well.
Let the dipping bucket down into the well, hand over hand, till it reaches the water, tips over, and fills.
Haul the full bucket up, and pour its contents into one of your five gallon pails.
Repeat this process for the second bucket.
Take the handle of one full bucket in each hand, and walk, with as little spillage as possible, down the hill, around the house, into the basement.
Take your boots off.
Carry the water through the kitchen, and into the laundry room.
Pour each bucket into the tub.

You now have a good inch of water in the bottom of the tub. Repeat the whole process ten times more if you wish to bathe in any reasonable depth of water.

Having done these preliminary preparations, you now have a bathtub with ninety to one hundred gallons of ice cold water. To warm it up enough to bathe in, do the following:
Make sure the power plant is on.
Find the electric heater with the metal foot and the rubber handle.
Find an extension cord, and check it for open wires.
Plug it in to the power source on one end, and the heater on the other end.
Place the metal foot into the cold water in the tub.
Wait for six hours while the water warms up.
Unplug the heater.

You are now ready for your bath, as are the other ten grubby people in the house. Fight or negotiate for your place in the line.

Following this simple 96-step procedure will insure that you get a bath, almost every time you do it! For the maintenance and development of friendships at school, do it five times a week. You won’t regret it!

Childhood Stories - Moberly - Encyclopaedia

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Sun, 18 Jul 2010 22:41:00 +0000

Back in 1963, for the betterment of his children’s education, Dad had purchased an encyclopaedia set from World Book, and had continued to receive yearbooks from them until the early seventies. I discovered this set sometime in my preteen years, when I was still in single digits. I developed a great love for geography and maps, and for cities and population figures, for countries and which ones bordered them, for details about what were the longest rivers and the highest mountains. If anyone wanted to know which city in the United States was the fifth largest in 1963, all they had to do was ask me.

Hardly anyone ever did ask me, though, so I resorted to telling them whether they wanted to know or not. I would regularly pepper any of my siblings within range of hearing with questions about the things I loved.

“Hey, Peggy! Do you know what the capital city of Uganda is?”
“No.”

“It’s Kampala. Which river do you think is longer, the Fraser river or the McKenzie river?”

“The Fraser?”

“No, the McKenzie is 2500 miles long, and the Fraser is only 1200 miles. Do you know what the deepest lake in the world is?”

“Jamie, how am I supposed to know all this stuff?”

“Well, it’s all there in the World Book encyclopedias!”

I should have been their poster boy…

I do remember a time in grade six when my knowledge left me in good stead. I was not a very popular boy at school; our bathing habits on the farm kept getting in the way of developing relationships, they could only be done at a safe distance. But we were having a team geography game, and four team captains had been selected by the teacher. They were to pick teams. Shannon Willard picked me first overall, the only time I think that ever happened. “It helps to have Encyclopaedia Brown on your geography team,” she reasoned. They used that nickname for me while the game lasted, I assume because I had knowledge (encyclopaedia), and because I failed to wash up much (brown).

Childhood Stories - Moberly - Card Games

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Tue, 13 Jul 2010 15:51:00 +0000

Once upon a time there was a boy who did not like to lose. This made his life quite miserable, for losing was something he did often.

There were several card games in favor among the siblings, to help the evenings go by after supper. They played Three-Five-Eight, and Poker, and Hearts, and a few others. When the short-tempered boy started grouching in their midst, they would offer to let him play Fifty-Two Pickup. Having fallen for this a couple of times, he declined to play any more.

Though he was not a very good sport, the siblings, practicing their Christian duty, involved him in their games, though they knew that by doing so they would most likely compromise the peacefulness of their evening. The boy was touchy to begin with; his history of previous card game losses would set him on edge, but he was determined that this time would be different and he would be victorious. When the same old same old began happening, the ire would rise, along with the voice, the volume, the dander, and the angry tears in his eyes. Losing graciously, holding the prospect of victory with a lighter grasp, never seemed to have occurred to him.

The Hearts hands were dealt. The boy, having lost the previous six hands in a row, studied his cards, then passed three cards left, hoping to give some of his grief to someone else. He received in return three cards; not really good ones, but not as bad as could be either. His frown lessened.

In the second round he played a low card, but the person on his left played a lower one, as did the person across, and the one on the right gave him the Queen of Spades (Grrr!!! Anger from the boy, chuckles from the siblings.).

His next few cards were too high as well, and the person on the right kept feeding him hearts. Howls of protest rose; accusations of cheating, of picking on him, of being the source of most of the world’s ills were leveled at the siblings. With each passing card his voice rose, as each of the siblings always had a lower card than he did…

“It’s not fair! I’m getting so many points…” Which was, of course undesirable in Hearts. The hand ended, and there was the boy, with all the points. He wept bitterly, until it was pointed out to him that taking all the cards actually resulted in 26 points for everyone else and none for him. This made the boy happy, though he was still emotional, crying and laughing at the same time…

His siblings deserve many commendations for their patience with a self-centered and egotistical boy. I’m sure they all hoped he would not stay that way forever…

On Psalm Singing

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Thu, 08 Jul 2010 13:21:00 +0000

I remember my music history class in bible college, and the tale that was told there about the transition from psalmnody to hymnody. A young Isaac Watts was sitting in church, being bothered by all the dirges he was hearing. That afternoon he complained to his father about them. "I could write better songs than that!" he claimed. "So let's see you do it!" was the reply, and he took up the challenge and started writing the hymnody that took the Christian church by storm.

But why was the church so ready to change? I would suggest that Watt's characterization of the psalms as dirges has a large part to play. When the genevans were written, they were sung in such a fresh and vigorous way that the Catholic queen of France called them the "Genevan Jigs". But as time went along, and as spiritual coldness began to set in over a couple generations, all that "frivolity" was despised and rejected by the psalm singers, who were too dignified to behave in such a way...

By the time Watts came around in the 1700s, this spiritual coldness was deep and wide, and was reflected in the music of the psalm singers. So when he started writing upbeat, doctrinally sound songs that the church could again sing with vigor, it won the day on a wide scale.

We have seen the same thing happen in our own day in the evangelical churches transition from hymnody to choruses. I grew up in it, and I remember the standard way that hymns were "supposed" to be done... slow and dirge-like. No wonder the choruses took over. The people of God need both spiritual vitality and vigorous, joyful music.

If we want to restore psalmnody to the church at large, it will be vigorous, word-for-word psalm versions that will win the day. It seems to me that anyone in whom the Spirit of God is doing a good work is eventually going to become tired of the shallow waters of modern evangelical music, and are going to be very receptive to the psalms being sung again. But it won't be to Genevans, sung slowly. Genevans with speed could be another story.

25 Random things about Jamie Soles?

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 04:06:00 +0000

1. I had 11 siblings in a blended family; the oldest was 11 years older than me, the youngest was 11 years younger than me, and I was the 11th of 12.
2. I fell off some stairs and lit on my head on a concrete floor when I was 4, and cracked my skull.
3. I visited a chiropractor in my late 30s, and he found a knot in my backbone that he said "had been there for a long time, probably from when you were a little boy."
4. In our Evangelical Free Church where I grew up, we had a pastor who preached thru Jeremiah for a couple years. But I never remembered, my older brother told me last year...
5. I was given a choice in grade one; right-handed or left-handed?... a week after I had a cast removed from my right arm. I am left-handed.
6. I remember the song leader asking for favorites week after week when I was a boy in the EFree. We had some strange songs in our hymnal, and strange tastes in our pews...
7. Rolf Harris had a large impact on how I make kids songs.
8. I tried to write my first song at 13, but it was stupid. I don't think I had an organised thought in my head till I was 15.
9. On Saturday nights, we used to eat fresh bread, corn, and baked beans my mother made, have a cup of tea, and watch Hockey Night In Canada.
10. I always eat my brown and yellow smarties together, and last. I love those colors together!
11. I used to play chess a lot.
12. My parents worried about me as a teenager, about how I would survive in the world. "He can play guitar, and play chess, but he can't even fix his own car!"
13. I looked after the farm by myself when I was 14, for weeks at a time, while my parents were out breaking land to make a living.
14. I learned a life lesson about where my future would lie, when I was feeding the horses outside in
-55 weather. "Not here, Jamie, develop your music..."
15. I counted 29 moose one winter morning, on the way to church. They never arrived...
16. The first time I ever rode a horse, I got bucked off, into the knee-deep-in-mud-and-stuff

barnyard.
17. I caught a weasel with my bare hands when I was 11.
18. I was charged by an irate Hereford cow, out in the middle of the field, at about 20 paces. I am still alive, because God's angels know how to deal with irate Hereford cows.
19. I used to listen to 8-tracks of Kris Kristopherson, while bombing about the backwoods with my brother Bill in his black 1964 4x4 International pickup.
20. From grade 4 through grade 12, we had no running water or indoor plumbing. I grew to hate snowsuits.
21. I fell through the ice on Williston Lake when I was 10, and I couldn't swim. My brother Bill borrowed my brother Dave's crutch, lay down on the ice, and fished me out. Right above the turbines on the dam.
22. I read encyclopedias for fun when I was a kid. I could have told you every country in the world, it's capital, it's population, etc. 1963 World Book set my father had.
23. I was swept away down the flooding Sukunka River when I was 8, in a 14 foot fiberglass canoe, with 4 of my siblings. No life jackets, no swimmers... Another day on the way to school...
24. I rode a runner sled for a solid mile without having to put a foot on the ground, when I was 8.
25. I won the band award in grade 12, playing the baritone horn.

Soles Family Christmas Tour 2009

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 18:26:00 +0000

Dec. 14 Monday 7:00 PM concert at Grace Chapel, 935 Evalena St, Castle Rock, CO 80108 Contact Scott Davidson 720.236.2540 scott@chec.org

Dec. 15 Tuesday Concert at Flint Hills Christian Academy’s gym (3905 Green Valley Rd, Manhattan, KS 7 PM, Contact ~Nate Wilson, Christ the Redeemer Church, Manhattan, KS www.ctrchurch-mhk.org 785-537-9377

Dec. 16 Wed.Concert at 7 PM at Faith Lutheran Church, Peters Family Life Center
1517 E. Valley Watermill Road, Springfield, MO 65803 Contact Eric Sauder 417-209-5405 pastor@christthekingkirk.com

Dec. 17 Thurs. Concert at 7 PM at Camp Wyldewood in Searcy, AR.; 155 Riverside Park Rd., Searcy, AR 72143. Todd Davis is contact person. (501) 278-6325 christchurch@gmail.com

Dec. 18 Friday concert at 7:15 PM at Immanuel Presbyterian Church; meeting at: Pineview Baptist Church, 1288 Clinton-Raymond Road, Clinton, Mississippi, Organiser - Davy Durham 601 672-3957

Dec. 20 Sunday concert at 5 PM at 501 Brewer Dr. Nasvhille, TN 37211 Contact is Carson Sensing carson.sensing@gmail.com 615-221-8836 hm, 615-405-0499 cell

Dec. 28 Monday Concert at Trinity Presbyterian Church in Valparaiso, FL. at 7 PM. Contact Mary Ann Waldron mwaldron@trinvalp.com (850) 678-0060

Dec. 29 Tuesday concert at 7 PM at Christ Presbyterian Church, 8025 Antioch Road, Baton Rouge, Louisiana 70817. http://www.christpresbyterianbr.com/ Contact Debby Louviere debbyl@cox.net 225.751.6339

Dec. 30 Wednesday concert at 7 PM at Bethel PCA, 2040 E. McNeese St. Lake Charles, LA 70607 Contact Steven Wright 337.478.5672 pastorsteven@bethelpca.com

Dec. 31 Thursday Concert at 7 PM at Cole Concert Hall at the Stephen F. Austin University Campus in Nacogdoches, TX Contact Randy Booth (936) 559-0952
RandyBooth.gcc@gmail.com

Jan. 2 San Antonio Concert at 7 PM at Christ Covenant Church of San Antonio, meeting at River City Christian School, 5810 Blanco Road, San Antonio, TX 78216-6617 www.christcovenantsa.org Contact Perry Coghlan 830-688-9840

Jan. 5 Tuesday Concert for pastor’s conference in Monroe, LA 6-7 PM at Auburn Avenue Presbyterian Church, 224 Auburn Avenue, Monroe, LA. Contact Duane Garner dgarner@auburnavenue.org 318 547 6917

Jan. 7 Thursday Concert at 7 PM in Longview, TX. Concert info pending. Contact person is Phil Hodson premodern1@yahoo.com www.ChristTheKingLongview.org

Jan. 8 Friday Concert at 7 PM at 2101 East 50th St, Texarkana, AR. Contact Bill Izzard 870 779-0656, or 870) 772-0656 billizard@windstream.net

Jan. 9 Saturday

Jan. 10 Sunday Rolla, MO. Details pending. Contact Scott Alford alfords@centurytel.net

Jan. 11 Monday

Jan. 12 Tuesday 8:30 AM at Pella Christian School assembly. 7 PM concert in Pella, IA at Faith Christian Reformed Church, 215 East University Street, Pella, IA Contact Brian Nolder bdnolder@iowatelecom.net

Jan. 13 Wednesday Concert at Christ Church-Twin Cities Meeting At: Fairview Evangelical Lutheran Church (LCMS), 4215 Fairview Avenue, Minnetonka, MN 55343 Phone: (612) 281.1090 E-mail: pastor@christchurchtc.com
Web Site: www.christchurchtwincities.com
Concert at 7 PM, contact Arnie Abens arnie@abens.com 952 933 9650

This is what we have so far. If the later part of the tour develops, I will let you know.

Childhood stories

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 21:10:00 +0000

Some of the stories I can remember are my own, I’m sure, but others have been told and retold, and I am no longer clear on whether the memories are mine or not. This is one of those.

I was living at Buckhorn Lake with my family. I was on the porch of the house, and there was a high (to me) railing around the porch. There was a dugout area which must have been just beside the house, and it was full of water.

My two year old self looked, and behold! The cat sat on the railing of the porch soaking up the sunlight, minding his own business. In my recollection I tried to pet the cat; I rather suspect that in my urge to justify myself I have trained myself to think that pulling that cat’s tail was “petting” it. The cat took exception, and took a swipe at me with his claws open. I think he drew blood. I seem to recall bodily grabbing the cat and throwing him over the railing, though I may be exaggerating my physical prowess just a little. Whatever the case, the cat went off the rail and into the dugout.

Jamie crying and the cat yowling drew a crowd, and soon my siblings were looking in the dugout for the cat, fearful that I may have drowned it. They needn’t have worried; the cat was found a few minutes later in the house, sitting on the register drying off.

Oldies

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 01:41:00 +0000

This is the oldest song of mine that I have recorded on any of my albums. I wrote it in 1984 when I was still in my teens. It is on my Fidelty album, from 1990.

Trusting In You

Sometimes life gets hard, don’t know just which way to turn
And it seems like one way or another I’m gonna get burned
But Jesus I know that You’re holding my hand
And You’re gonna be there when I need You, helping me stand
Helping me stand, I’m trusting in You

When I see the storm closing in around me
There’s no shelter in sight and it seems like it’s gonna drown me
But You’re a rock I can cling to, to weather the storm
And no matter what happens Lord I’m safe in Your arms
I’m safe in Your arms, I’m trusting in You
Trusting in You

Jesus when you are near anxieties fade away
My fears and troubles seem to disappear cause they can no longer stay
Lord in Your marvellous presence I’ll always want to be
Cause Jesus when I am with You my bonds are loosed and I’m free
I truly am free when I’m trusting in You

Lord I need to trust in You more
Won’t you help me open up my door

Lord by Your hand You uphold me with strength from heaven above
You take my thoughts from this world full of sin
And surround me with Your love
And when my work here is finished, my final day is done
I know to heaven You’ll take me to live forever with the Son
Forever with the Son because I’m trusting in You

©Mar.5/1984 Jamie Soles

Going back, back, wayyy back...

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 05:03:00 +0000

This song was one of the only ones in my first 30 songs that I was willing to sing a couple years later. I just looked through the songs of mine from 1981 and 1982, and they are currently quite appalling to me. But I guess a fellow has to learn somehow, and I didn't have a teacher to give me pointers in this art of songwriting. Or the art of thinking straight, for that matter.

Maturity is a delightful thing. It is exactly what God wants in all of us.

Average Man

Walking down life’s stormy road
Bearing my heavy load all alone
Wondering why, why oh why am I here
Can’t find any rhyme or reason
No meaning in this life I’m living
I can’t see where I’m going
But I’m sure that I’ve lost my way

I put on a smile and try to hide
The fact that I’m hurting down deep inside
Wondering if you can see through my disguise
But I know it better than anyone else
The only one I’m fooling is myself
But I’ll continue on this path
Cause I can’t see any better way
If only I could see the light of day

chorus
My name is Average Man
I’m imprisoned in a cell of my own making
I wish I could go outside myself
And tear down all those walls that I’ve been building
But I’m just an average man
And I need the help of someone who is greater
To set me on my feet again

Well though I have friends I see each day
The loneliness I feel won’t go away
I wish I could understand my pain
Well I’ve got a hole inside my heart
If I don’t get it filled I’ll fall apart
But I can’t find anyone or anything to please my soul
Oh I need someone to turn to who will make me whole

chorus

I don’t know where to turn to but I know
The need is greater than anything I’ve ever known

chorus
@Aug.29/1983 Jamie Soles

Country Roads

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 04:51:00 +0000

I remember John Denver singing this when I was a young and impressionable fellow. Though I have never been to West Virginia it seems like it would be a familiar place to me...

Country Roads

Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge mountains, Shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growin’ like a breeze

Country roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

All my memories gathered round her
Miner’s lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrops in my eye

Country roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

I hear her voice, in the mornin’ hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin’ down the road I get a feelin’
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Country roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

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I used to accompany my grade four class on the guitar when we sang, and this was one of our numbers. It was one of the more decent songs our teacher filled our heads with; some of her selections make it obvious to me now that she was just recently removed from hippy/drug culture, and brought along a lot of the songs she knew...

Soles Family Western Tour 2009

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 22:06:00 +0000

This schedule is subject to revision, please stay posted. If there are any of you along this route who wish to host us overnight in a place marked "staying with..." please get hold of me.

Soles Travel Journal

Destination: To California and back
Start date: May 13/2009
Traveling companions: Soles family
Goal of trip: Concert tour

Day 1; Wed. May 13/09
Drive to Calgary.

Day 2; Thurs. May 14/09
Concert at Calgary First Church of the Nazarene, 65 Richard Way, SW. Calgary/AB Supper at 6PM, 6:45 PM concert. $5/person, $20/family contact Kim Baptist Phone: 403-242-1718, ext. 23 Kim.Baptist@firstnaz.ca

Day 3; Fri. May 15/09
Concert at Great Falls, MT., 7PM at Trinity Lutheran Church, 1226 First Ave. North, Great Falls, MT. Contact Jill Clark, (406)453-8440

Day 4; Sat. May 16/09
Concert at Billings, MT., at the Kathy Lillis Chapel http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&geocode=&q=Poly+Dr+%26+Shiloh+Rd,+Billings,+MT&sll=45.81564,-108.61599&sspn=0.135914,0.248222&ie=UTF8&z=16
Contact Jay Barfield, pastor@ccrchurch.org 406-530-1371

Day 5; Sun. May 17/09
Worship in Billings with the saints there. Stay one more night.

Day 6; Mon. May 18/09
Leave early, go visit Yellowstone National Park. Where to spend the night is yet unknown.

Day 7; Tues. May 19/09
Leave at 9AM, drive to Boise, ID
Concert in Boise with Kings Congregation at 7PM at the Locust Grove Grange at 1201 E. Victory Road between Meridian Road and Eagle Road.

Day 8; Wed. May 20/09
Leave at 9AM, arrive in Moscow ID at the Bauer’s residence in late afternoon
Concert at the Nuart Theater at 7PM. THIS COULD BE CHANGED TO THURSDAY EVE. PLEASE STAY TUNED!

Day 9; Thurs. May 21/09
Relax at Moscow

Day 10; Fri. May 22/09
Concert at Christ Church Spokane, 7PM, 228 E. Gordon, Spokane, WA

Day 11; Sat. May 23/09
Leave at 10 AM, drive 4 hours south to Enterprise, OR.
Concert at 7PM at the Odd Fellows Hall (to be confirmed)
Staying at
Contact Terrance Tollefson 541 426-0301 church, 541 886-0101 home.

Day 12; Sun. May 24/09
Worship with the saints at Christ Covenant Church in Enterprise.

Day 13; Mon. May 25/09
Leave at 10 AM for a 6 hour drive to Wenatchee, WA
Concert at Trinity Church in Wenatchee, 7 PM
Staying with

Day 14; Tues. May 26/09
Leave Wenatchee at 9AM.
Concert at Providence Classical School assembly, 1:45 PM, 21500 Cypress Way, Lynnwood, WA www.pccs.org

Day 15; Wed. May 27/09
Relax?

Day 16; Thurs. May 28/09
Concert in Skamania, WA at the Skamania Community Church, Hiway 14, between mileposts 33 and 34, by the fire hall.

Day 17; Fri. May 29/09
Concert for Resurrection Presbyterian Church in Puyallup, WA at 5316 104th St. E., Tacoma, WA, 7 PM. Contact David Scott david@resurrectionpc.org Staying with…

Day 18; Sat. May 30/09
Concert at Reformation Covenant Church in Oregon City, OR at 6:30 PM
1201 John Quincy Adams St., Oregon City, OR.
Contact the church office (503) 656-9444 Staying with…

Day 19; Sun. May 31/09
Worship with the saints at RCC,

Day 20; Mon. June 1/09
Relax
Day 21; Tues. June 2/09
Relax
Day 22; Wed. June 3/09
Leave at 9AM for Medford, OR 5 ½ hr drive
Concert in Medford for Christ Church, 7PM, at this location; First Presbyterian Church
405 E. California St., Jacksonville, OR contact John Barach (541) 531-2906
Staying with …

Day 23; Thurs. June 4/09
Maybe explore the California coast around Eureka, CA.

Day 24; Fri. June 5/09
Concert in Santa Cruz, CA at 7PM, contact Jason Farley
Staying with…

Day 25; Sat. June 6/09
Concert in Sacramento, CA at Church Of The King Contact Theron Johnson 916 372-7128
Staying with…

Day 26; Sun. June 7/09
Worship with the saints at Church Of The King

Day 27; Mon. June 8/09
Leave at 9AM for Santa Clarita, CA
Concert in Santa Clarita, CA, 7PM at Desert Streams Church, 26873 Ruether Avenue, Canyon Country, CA 91351
Contact pastor Garrett Craw garrett.craw@sbcglobal.net
Staying at…

Day 28; Tues. June 9/09
Head for home up I 15. Stay in northern Utah

Day 29; Wed. June 10/09
Head for home up I 15. Stay in Lethbridge?

Day 30; Thurs. June 11/09
Home!

How Do We Form Our Theology?

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 19:07:00 +0000

On a list we were talking about Calvin's catechism, which seems to many reformed folk to be teaching something they don't believe in. A friend of mine wrote the following, and it piqued my imagination;

> > The Institutes are a far better judge of what Calvin was saying and
> > where the reformed formed their theology IMO.

Not Calvin's catechism, but Calvin's Institutes.

I've made several CDs of Bible songs, some of which are more important and useful than others, but I don't think someone else could say of my works that *this one* represents Jamie's thoughts better than *that one*, since they were all my thoughts in the first place. Same with Calvin.

But on to other things...

How have the reformed formed their theology? My friend suggests that in his opinion the Institutes have had a greater effect on this formation than Calvin's catechism, and presumeably for good reasons; most of the folks here have a copy of the Institutes, and hardly any of us have ever heard of Calvin's catechism. Stands to reason that the Institutes are more influential.

I would suggest, however, that neither of these are the fountainhead of how the reformed developed their theology. One should look to their liturgies for that. Compare how often the average reformed person has read Calvin with how often they have attended a whole worship service from start to finish. Our liturgies are our prime teachers, and they shape us far more than the things we read. And they do so in ways that are deeper than we are able to grasp.

God sometimes, in His kindness, teaches us things about Him and His ways that we didn't learn in worship. And when this is the case, and I want to share with you some great thing I have learned from the Bible about baptism, or communion, I naturally run into opposition from my brothers. The Lord has not opened their eyes to see what I see, and until he does, their default position will be what they have learned in worship.

This is not a bad thing; it is in fact a very good thing that we operate this way. God shapes us into certain kinds of people thru the way we worship Him. Have you ever wondered why evangelicals are so very different from us reformed folk? It didn't come because they have not read Calvin and we have; it came because they approach God differently in worship. That's just the way God made the world; if you worship Him differently, you become a different sort of person.

God has made us to worship Him. That is what we are for. So I think it is very important that elders and pastors everywhere continually review their worship service with a view to making it conform to Scripture. Has God revealed something to you that is different from your normal practice, oh elder? Then be prepared, for the sake of His kingdom and for the glory of God, to be opposed. But pray, also, that God would open the hearts of your fellow elders so that you might have a good conversation about it. But be prepared also to start working on some new wineskins, because sometimes you get kicked out...

On Character Development

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Sat, 24 Jan 2009 19:21:00 +0000

I have eight kids. And God has charged me with the responsibility to see that each of them grows up in the faith, and that they learn to love Him with all their heart, mind, soul, and strength, and to love their neighbours as themselves. I am responsible for the shaping of their thinking, so that they can grow up and pass on the faith to their children.

And what disaster could come in the world if I fail in any one of these eight instances! It is a common theme in the Bible to see a man pursue godliness himself, but then be followed by children who unravel everything he knitted, because he didn’t teach and train and discipline his children well. One prostitute or one atheist or thief or adulterer, one undiscerning pop musician among them, and the pure light and strength of Jamie Soles music will be tainted in the eyes of many people. “He taught others, let him teach himself!” they would say.

Given the pitfalls and dangers which lie in my path, now ask me if I am worried about this. NO!

If we go thru any particular day and ask ourselves at the end of it what we accomplished in terms of character development today, our usual answer may range from “Not much…” down to “Nothing”. But I read a saying a couple weeks ago that stuck in my mind, and it is worth thinking about… “People overestimate what they can accomplish in a day, and underestimate what they can accomplish in a decade.”

Someone once described the development of the kingdom of God as “A series of triumphs disguised as disasters.” It may appear that we are failing, but we keep on doing what we know God wants us to do, plugging away believing in His promises, and it seems to me that God will honor this kind of faith with children who are obedient to Jesus. God wants me to honor Him, and acknowledge Him in all my ways, and over the long term He will bring about what He has promised.

The real lyrics.

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 19:27:00 +0000

Here is the real lyrics. Recorded on "Man In Black" LP from 1971.

ORPHAN OF THE ROAD
(Dick Feller)
« © '71 Cyberphonic Publishing, BMI »

From a carnie show and a rodeo that shared a three day stand
A cowboy met a fiery carnie queen
In new spring nights amid the lights of the painted carnie van
They laughed and loved and shared short lived dreams

But the carnie show and the rodeo went their separate ways
And the carnie season bloomed and soon moved on
And I was born on a winter morn to the dark eyed carnie queen
The too-late-son of somethin' that was gone

The blacksheep child that grew up wild
From the seed the four winds sowed
Unwanted son of ice and fire an orphan of the road

I was still a child when my mama died of a chill that closed her eyes
So I was left to grow up on my own
Without a name too wild to tame no one cared to try
So mostly I was mostly left alone

In dingy bars and cold boxcars hobo jungle camps
I joined the men who drift from town to town
The surgin' flood of restless blood flowed inside my veins
I'd never find the time to settle down

The blacksheep child that grew up wild...

In the misty rain I caught the train that slowed down through the town
And I pulled myself into the boxcar door
In a passing light in the deep grey night I saw the still dark form
Of an old man lyin' sick upon the floor

And he said I tried to find her but they told me that she'd died
And that she'd left an only son behind
And I tried to find him but I never did but I know I could rest in peace
If I could just see him once before I die

I found a match and I quickly scratched it into flickerin' flame
Then I held it close and I gently raised his head
My mother sir I said of her I have her same dark eyes
He smiled a cowboy smile then was dead

The blacksheep child that grew up wild...
**********

This is one of those ballad songs that made Johnny Cash such a great artist. I think that Man In Black was my dad's favorite album for awhile, at least. I must have heard it a lot.

How my mind works

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 18:33:00 +0000

I was laying in bed last night, late, when a lyric floated thru my brain...

"...from a chill that closed her eyes..."

I thought about it for a bit, trying to recall who sang it, and what the rest of the words were. I got a few more words after a minute,

"and I was left to grow up on my own"

...when I identified it as a Johnny Cash song, one I have not heard or thought of for 30 years, at least. Here it is, as I remember it, without having checked any lyric sites.

Orphan Of The Road by Johnny Cash

The carny show and the rodeo shared a three day stand
A cowboy met a fiery carny queen
....
They laughed and loved and shared short-lived dreams

But the carny show and the rodeo went their separate ways
..... ... soon moved on
And I was born on a winter morn to the dark-eyed carny queen
The too-late son of something that was gone

A black sheep child that grew up wild
From a seed the four winds sowed
Unwanted son of ice and fire
An orphan of the road

I was still a child when my mother died of a chill that closed her eyes
And I was left to grow up on my own
Without a name, too wild to tame, and no-one cared to try
So mostly I was mostly left alone

A black sheep child that grew up wild
From a seed the four winds sowed
Unwanted son of ice and fire
An orphan of the road

.... and old boxcars, hobo ... camps
And I was left to drift from town to town
A surging flood of restless blood flowed inside my veins
I'd never find the time to settle down

-I don't remember how he arrives there, but he finds an old cowboy dying in a boxcar, saying this.

He said "I tried to find her, but they told me that she died
And that she'd left an only son behind
I tried to find him, but I never did,
But I know I could rest in peace
If I could just see him once before I died."

I found a match and I quickly scratched it into flickering flame
And I held it close as I gently raised his head
"My mother, sir," I said of her, "I have her same dark eyes"
He smiled, the cowboy smiled, then was dead.

A black sheep child that grew up wild
From a seed the four winds sowed
Unwanted son of ice and fire
An orphan of the road

Some people can remember numbers; I can remember lyrics. Now I will go and check the lyric sites, to see how I did.

Argh!

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 19:43:00 +0000

This is reprinted with permission from my friend Derek Hale from Wichita. He writes...

My election day "scream at the windshield" moment came today while driving down the street to grab a bite of lunch. It came not from conservative talk radio or from NPR. It came from Christian talk radio. Don't ask me how I ended up there.

Anyway, the host (no idea who it was) was taking calls from callers who had voted earlier in the day. The callers that I heard were all talking about how they took their children with them to their polling places and they went on and on about "how important it was that children witnessed their parents voting" and about how "instilling the desire to participate in the democratic process" needs to instilled in children from a young age. I didn't hear much else because my shouting started.

I needed to shout because I imagined the type of folks that were out there listening to this same radio program and adding their "amen" to what was being said. I imagine these are the same folks that ship their children off to "children's church" on Sunday because the children are distracting and "would never understand what was going on anyway." I'm sure these are the same people that feel no desire demonstrate to their children "how important it is that children witness their parents worshiping on Sunday." No desire to "instill from a young age" a desire to participate in the worship of God almighty with the rest of the adults of the church. Nope, it is MUCH more important for children to get excited about the "democratic process" than it is for them to get excited about hearing God's call to worship, hearing that their sins are forgiven, learning the music of the Kingdom, hearing the Word thundered, and sitting down to eat a meal with Jesus every week.

And people still wonder why evangelicalism is as ineffective as it is.

Amen, Derek!

Pure Words

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 05:17:00 +0000

My new CD, Pure Words, is now available from me. We sing several of these songs in our church, and I hope they might work in yours, as well!

The music in our church

noreply@blogger.com (Jamie Soles) — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 16:28:00 +0000

Not being a very policy-oriented fellow, we don't have a written policy in our church about what music we will and will not use. But we do have some general guidelines...

1. The Psalms are the dominant source. We are not exclusive Psalmists, we think that other scriptures and songs derived from them may be sung, but we are dominant Psalmists. There are generally more psalms in our worship than other stuff. We try to avoid the sort of music that tells you how I feel, unless you are doing a psalm and that is what David is doing just there.

2. Word-for-word Psalmnody is preferable to versified Psalmnody. Of course there is a lot more accessible material for the versified sort than for the word for word sort, consult any Psalter and you will see what I mean. But I think that God built His word in such a way that the structure is part of His revelation to us, and we lose something when we restructure it. In our church, we use the Cantus Christi Hymnbook, and probably about half our service uses music that I have made.

3. We make use of our musicians. If your most able leaders in music play guitar, then by all means use them. If you have songwriters in your midst, encourage them to write word for word songs from the Psalms and the rest of the Bible for the congregation to sing.

We know that God has greatly gifted musicians in the past to write music for the church to sing, so we don't despise it, but learn how to sing it well. But we don't stop there; we try to build on the foundations already laid. We don't assume that church music has reached it's pinnacle and cannot be improved upon, we rather try to make songs that are more faithful to the Scriptures, because we know that the Scriptures shape us into the image of Jesus.

These are some things, in brief...