Friday, August 21, 2009

What's in YOUR wallet?


When my dad died in 1989 there was one photograph in his wallet. It was a picture of him in the uniform of a Army private in 1944 along with my mother and my older sister. The love a good father has for his firstborn child is not diminished by time, distance, or even rebellion. My sister made many bad choices from my parent's perspective. But my dad never, ever quit loving her.


She made one final bad choice after marrying for the upteenth time and appearing to have her life together. She took her own life at the age of 36. But my dad never, ever quit loving her.


When I was little I thought my dad was perfect. I remember asking my mother once, "Is Daddy God?" She was a little flummoxed by the audacity of such a question, even from a small fry, and pointed out a flaw or two as evidence that he was not Divine. But you know, no matter what choices we make, our Heavenly Father never stops loving us. Just like my dad.


Be good to yourselves.


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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

A Shot in the Arm

If this doesn't light your fire your wood may be a little damp.

Holy Highway

There's a road called the holy highway that once was a desert land.
Very soon you'll hear the sound of a holy marching band and.
Everlasting joy upon them, there's a remnant strong and true.
We bring the song back to Zion; we bring the praise back to you.

Chorus:
We exalt You, God Almighty, You are worthy to be praised.
Let all nations bow before You, Holy Ancient of all days.

There's a road called the holy highway, where the people dance and shout.
For the enemy is running with confusion all about.
Raise our banners in the victory; raise them high His word is true.
We bring our song back to Zion, we bring the praise back to you.

Repeat Chorus:
We exalt You, God Almighty, You are worthy to be praised.
Let all nations bow before You, Holy Ancient of all days.

Tag:
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty.
Holy, holy holy is the Lord.
Halelujah, halelujah, halelujah.
We bring the song back to Zion
We bring the praise back to You.

There's a road called the holy highway that once was a desert land.
Very soon you'll hear the sound of a holy marching band and.
Everlasting joy upon them, there's a remnant strong and true.
We bring the song back to Zion; we bring the praise back to you.

Repeat Chorus:
We exalt You, God Almighty, You are worthy to be praised.
Let all nations bow before You, Holy Ancient of all days.