I love Wal-Mart’s new commercial designed to rival Amazon’s takeover of the world. It features those pretty blue Wal-Mart boxes with the simple, but awesome starburst logo landing on the porch of a homeowners. As the postman rings the doorbell, Ring My Bell, the disco song made famous by Anita Ward, plays in the background. It is also playing in my head ALL DAY LONG now. Thank you, Wal-Mart!
But. (Big but, here.) My 10-year-old daughter, a member of the Homeland Generation, often referred to as Generation Z, thinks the song is Ring My BAE!
Y’all know about BAE by now, right? It’s the hot new term of endearment that kind of sounds like BABE, but is actually an acronym for BEFORE ANYONE ELSE. Sup BAE?
Ring my BAE, Wal-Mart, and tell him I want that KitchenAid mixer once and for all.
This story brings me to 1971 or maybe 1972. I was taking a bath in our tract home on Sigman Street in Hacienda Heights, California. I was singing away joyfully in the tub a Hank Williams song my father loved.
I told a lie! I told a lie! Praise the Lord, I told a lie…”
My sister wasted no time setting me straight. “It’s I SAW the light!” she corrected.
We’ve had some laughs about that over the years.
Just for the record, Daddy, I saw the true Light. Thank you for that.
…Just like a blind man I wandered along
Worries and fears I claimed for my own
Then like the blind man that God gave back his sight
Praise the lord I saw the light.