Plunk-ah PLUNK-AH PLUNK-AH Plunk-ah PLUNNG!
It may be the simplest pop-song hook I’ve ever heard.
I can hum Bach concertos, Beethoven anthems, and every melody Bono ever sang. I recognize almost any hook the Beatles and the Stones ever threw down. But that little string of banjo notes is the most evocative line of music I know.
Plunk-ah PLUNK-AH PLUNK-AH Plunk-ah PLUNG! … Plunk-ah PLUNK-AH PLUNK-AH Plunk-ah PLUNG!
And then a voice, humble and sincere, sings:
Why are there so many songs about rainbows?
And what’s on the other side?
Sentimental? Sure. Childlike, too. Whatever you might think of “The Rainbow Connection,” it sticks with you.
During two different lectures about “storytelling and the power of play” last year, I sang a few lines from that song. Both audiences joined in and kept the song going. The first time I was stunned. The second time I held out the microphone to their spirited chorus, and when they had finished I said, “Now I know how Bono feels.”
If you grew up watching Jim Henson’s imagination at work, you probably know the song too.
I heard it first in 1979. My family saw The Muppet Movie in a Portland, Oregon shopping mall movie theater. Deep in a swampy woods, Kermit the Frog plucked a banjo and sang his questions. (You can see that scene here.)
I didn’t have any epiphanies there, but the odyssey that unfolded after the song was a journey with some uncanny resemblances to my own.
Do you have a film like that? Did a movie or a storybook make an impression on you in childhood that has gone on inspiring you in adulthood?
As a ten year-old living in a Northeast Portland neighborhood, where I knew almost no one and very little ever happened, I found my friends in books, children’s television, and occasional parent-approved movies. And while I envied characters who lived in colorful and interesting communities—Winnie the Pooh, Encyclopedia Brown, Henry Huggins—I was inspired most by sheltered characters who dared to step into the great beyond. Reluctantly or with courage, they left their comfortable homes for a wider, wilder world.
Luke Skywalker left his desert-planet farm, answering the call to become a Jedi Knight. He ended up saving the galaxy—not only with swordplay, but with humility and grace. Gandalf persuaded Bilbo Baggins, a Hobbit living in cozy Bag End, to leave home on an adventure that would eventually make the salvation of Middle-earth possible.
But Kermit the Frog...he was different than any other childhood hero. He didn’t aim to fight dragons or Dark Lords. He just wanted to “make millions of people happy.” Instead of a sword, he had a song. In stead of a mission statement, he had a question:
What’s so amazing that keeps us star-gazing
And what do we think we might see?
As the last notes of his song faded...shazam! A desperate Dom Deluise rowed a canoe into view. He identified himself as “Bernie the Agent.”
Do agents just show up out of the blue offering to help poor, insecure, nobodies? Of course not. That’s not how the world works. At least, that’s what I told myself. But stay tuned. I’ll come back to this point in Part 2.
Bernie asked Kermit for directions, and during that conference he recognized Kermit’s gift. “You got talent, kid,” he said, and encouraged him to go to Hollywood. A few moments later, the audience gasped as Kermit appeared riding a bicycle across the screen. Impossible! A hand puppet riding a bike? Where’s the Muppeteer?
In the episodes that followed, Kermit’s adventure was both formulaic and subversive. Sure, Americans love rags to riches stories, and tales of dreams come true. But Kermit’s way of pursuing his dream, and the success he eventually won, were not typical. This wasn’t a story about what we want. It’s a story of what we need.
You’ve probably read Frederick Buechner’s definition of vocation: “Vocation is where our greatest passion meets the world's greatest need.” That’s a good way to describe Kermit’s calling. But I think this Buechner passage from Growing Up is even more applicable:
Children that we are, even you and I, who have given up so little, know in our hearts not only that it is more blessed to give than to receive, but that it is also more fun—the kind of holy fun that wells up like tears in the eyes of saints, the kind of blessed fun in which we lose ourselves and at the same time begin to find ourselves, to grow up into the selves we were created to become.
Kermit’s journey was about giving from the beginning. In his humility, he could “lose himself” in his mission. His ego did not prevent him from sharing his vision with whoever found it inspiring. He invited everybody—amateurs and experts—to contribute their voices and talents on the way to realizing a vision of “singing and dancing and making people happy.”
He steered away from shortcuts baited with money, fame, and fortune. Instead of aiming for quick stardom and success, Kermit’s goal was about giving—giving what he knew he could do well, in order to bless as many as he could.
What did he have to offer? Questions. Questions that restore our sense of wonder, that help us regain a vision of a world pregnant with mystery. He asked us to remember that still, small voice calling us to be what we were meant to be.
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it...
It’s something that I’m supposed to be.
Someday we’ll find it....
Note, he says “we” will find it. This isn’t about one sock puppet’s search to be all that he can be. It’s about a community combining their talents to bring joy to the world. So they follow mysterious signs. They answer a call.








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It's such a weeper, isn't it? The wonder of wonder, the wonder of innocence and hope and humor.
I must look in the small stash of vinyl albums I still keep-- I know the soundtrack is in there. And the Kenny Loggins' lullaby version, too. (Thanks, Cathy.)
I wept when I heard you talk about it at Calvin, and then again at the Glen. I will think more about this, and wish I'd written something deeper and richer-- and greener.
I was well into my teaching career and love of the Muppets ( taught primary aged kids ) when this song came out. It quickly became a top 10 request whenever I pulled out my guitar in the classroom. My heart is full of the memories of young voices singing this song with glee and one young Kermit voiced student choosing to sing it acapella at one year’s talent show.
I also go deeper within myself for why I relate to rainbows and this song. I look at how God used the rainbow as the sign of His covenant. What is so amazing that keeps us star gazing is the light from the rainbow that most often emerges to our searching souls after plowing through some clouds and rain to receive its message, His message!
Unexpected orchestrations ( be they private or coming from others) lead us to the gold that is in each of us, the gift we have been given to share with our world -- the gift of rainbows that we can bring to the place in the world where we are asked to serve.
Oh, there is so much in these lyrics!
You drew out one of the best by quoting Buechner’s definition of vocation. How blessed are those who find that God given part of themselves and a means to share it.
I am finding, as one in my senior years, that I have had to search for new ways ( hear new orchestrations ) as to where I can best serve now that my main career thread is no longer available.
God uncovers that mystery if we but look to the rainbow and allow ourselves to be “pregnant” with the new that He has been keeping for us until the time of its revelation.
I am looking forward to your “part 2” You have built a mystery with those of us who have read this posting and who are wanting “more”!
One childhood movie that left an impression on me was The Hobbit, with all it's beautiful animation (except for those gray radishes with Swedish accents they tried to pass off for wood-elves). Even though they cut out much of the story to keep it short, they did leave in many of Tolkien's songs, something I wish Peter Jackson could have done with his trilogy. And yet, it's the song that plays over the opening credits, which Tolkien didn't write at all, that I find myself singing often as I wander through the world:
The greatest adventure is what lies ahead
Today and tomorrow are yet to be said
The chances the changes are all yours to take
The mold of your life is in your hands to break
The greatest adventure is there if you're bold
Let go of the moment that life makes you hold
To measure the meaning can make you delay
It's time you stopped dreaming and wasting the day
The man who's a dreamer, who never takes heed
Who lives in a world that is just make-believe
Will never know passion, will never know pain
Who sits by the window will one day see rain
A little odd to put in a fantasy movie, but it resonates nonetheless.
"Who says that every wish will be heard and answered / when wished on a morning star? / Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it / and look what it's done so far."
The question in the last line, about hearing voices, is so urgent and powerful. Have you heard them? Have you heard those voices?
I love it.
Star Trek: The Next Generation was one of my favourite television shows as a child. My first innocent crushes were on some of the regular characters.
What really drew me into the show, though, was how the crew responded to adversity. Something "scary" (from the perspective of a little girl) might happen but they always found a way through it and often it was re-interpreted as an adventure after the fact.
As someone prone to anxiety and pessimism I loved and love this way of looking at the world. :)
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