January 2018
Come on down and hear the tale
Of a man with a bounty the size of a whale
A Colt .45 was his dame of choice
A six-round shooter his second voice
Come on down and hear the tale
Of a man with a bounty the size of a whale
A Colt .45 was his dame of choice
A six-round shooter his second voice
I didn’t grow up Catholic. Or Lutheran. Or Methodist. Or Anglican. Or any of the denominations that even remotely use liturgy. And while I did grow up in within the faith, I never used liturgy growing up.
For two hundred years I’ve walked upon this world
Desert sands around me, they whipped and swirled
Learning the skills of what old men could’ve sold
Turning metal to gold using power before untold
O winter wind, o eastern wind
The wonder of my youth
Lay me down upon this earth
That I may know the truth
That my foe has been defeated
But broken not by sword
And I shall rest ’til He returns
In the comfort of my Lord

One of the authors I have taken great pleasure in reading lately has been Abraham Joshua Heschel. If you haven’t heard of him, Heschel was a prominent Jewish rabbi, theologian, and professor during the 19th century. He authored a number of books – most notably his treatise on the importance of a holy day, The Sabbath, in which he compares that holy day to a “sanctuary in time,” one that we are called to uphold so that we may find ourselves coming closer to God.
You have a nice bottom, too.