Your Demands
It was the hectic post dinner dash. Each of us scurried to complete the routine tasks that signaled dinnertime over and bedtime approaching.
I wash the plates and cast iron pans while the boys wipe down tables and sweep up the ridiculous amounts of dinner remnants dropped on floor during the lively joke telling and general hilarity that is our normal dinner conversation.
While my arms are covered in dirty dishwater up to my elbows, Harrison announces he has written a new song and would like to sing it right now. He says he calls it "Your Demands".
Before he begins singing over the loud kitchen chaos, my mind has already started a fast paced processing that would rival most search engines. "Your Demands"?!? Is it about me? Do I put too much on him?
Is it about God? Do I need to have a deep theological discussion about demand vs. command? Where is he lyrically headed? Has Washington escaped his high chair with messy hands again? No, focus, Harrison is singing n…
