EDIT: My sister Bethany and her husband Stewart took their youth group on a missions trip to KY yesterday (yes, Gail and Krista, KY is a foreign country to the rest of us!), and Stew ended up in the emergency room last night with two kidney stones. They may have to do surgery to crush them–one is causing his kidney to swell. Please pray that God will give the doctors wisdom, calm their hearts, and heal Stew quickly. Thanks!
Gabe’s going to Eldora Speedway in Sydney, OH tomorrow for the “Nextel Prelude to the Dream.” I know we’ve had NASCAR talks before–all that redneck, country, hillbilly, hick stuff. And then we’ve got Matt and Jess burning diapers in their driveway…
Anyway, I won’t go on and on, but Gabe had me listen to a country song tonight, and it got me thinking. (I’m not a huge country music fan. I really don’t listen to music that often, come to think of it.) The lyrics were so real-to-life, and I thought, you know what? These people I think of as rednecks are so real and genuine. I’m so busy half the time trying to be cool, and they’re just living life, being real. I’ve watched quite a bit of NASCAR with Gabe, and once you get to know these guys and their families, it’s pretty neat. They’re real people. A lot of them love the Lord. Many of them are reaching out to help people who are less fortunate. They’re getting down and dirty, loving people like Jesus did.
So, Gabe was talking to his podcast co-host just a few minutes ago, and his comments inspired this post.
“I’m probably more of a redneck than I care to admit,” he said to Lee. “I act like like I’m going there tomorrow to mix with all the rednecks, and actually I’m one of them.”
The race doesn’t start until 8pm, but he’s leaving at 6:30 am to meet a friend, hang out at the track, watch Tony Stewart go fishing, watch practice, grill some food, meet some drivers (Kevin Harvick’s his fave), try out his new camera lens, be real, have fun, and not worry about being cool.
I think I might start acting more like a redneck.
Here are the lyrics to the song. It gave me goosebumps.
Watching You by Rodney Atkins
My hubby doesn’t have a son, but he has three little girls who watch him very closely and want to be like him (and me!) when they grow up. It’s a huge responsibility, that’s for sure! And a beautiful one.