Image: Our Savior Lutheran Church I suppose that most of us who attended Sunday School or Hebrew School as children at some point wondered who actually wrote the books that were compiled into what we refer to as The Bible. I do not remember much about what we were taught but have a vague recollection that we were taught that Moses wrote the Old Testament, that the disciples, Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John wrote the Gospels, and the Apostle Paul wrote the Epistles. It was pretty simple. Image: Amazon There were many Bible-story books and some pretty good stories. None of the chronology or geography came into the picture, however. It seems that the adults did not think it was important or more likely that they had no idea about these things. If you start asking too many questions, Sunday School teachers get very nervous. I suppose I was an adult when I first seriously asked myself who actually wrote these books and how they were put togethe...
I suppose I have spent most of my lifetime in questioning, contemplation, prayer, doubt, skepticism, and anger, and the last two years or so in careful and fairly deep study trying to find some sense, some rhyme, some reason, in how it is determined who lives, who dies, who suffers, who has joy, who triumphs, who loses. This has led me to conclude, with sad resignation, that we will never understand and that there is no rhyme...no reason. This is my little tribute to our nephew, Kenny Gay, who was blameless, yet was destined to spend his short life in fear, in pain, and in loneliness. Here is Kenny on our back porch where he spent many happy hours with our son, Tyler (standing), his best buddy, and Mason and other friends. Here is Kenny at the beach with his sister, his mom who went on before, and his beloved niece. This is Kenny at a family birthday party with his sister and niece. I give my personal appreciation and gratitude to Kenny, who, among all my friends who said th...
James McMurtry's music can be clearly seen as a part of the tradition of Jerry Jeff Walker, Ray Wylie Hubbard, and Billy Joe Shaver but he brings a subtle literary quality to his music that makes it unique. And that's the only subtle thing about him. Lights of Cheyenne by James McMurtry Look off down the highway at the glittering lights Like windshield glass on the shoulder tonight As the diesels come grinding on up from the plains All bunched up like pearls on a string And I guess time don't mean nothin', Not nothin' at all And out on the horizon, the broken stars fall Old broken stars they fall down on the land And get mixed together with the lights of Cheyenne Well I've been up all night and I'm down on my back Workin' the counter to take up the slack 'Cause the money tree's light and the whiskey stream's low You ain't worked a week since July You say the gravel pit's hiring...
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