When Mel Tillis (?) sang, his stutter disappeared, showing this old man that songs enter the soul in ways that talk and visual do not.
The door could be the size of a barn door, if we do it right.
And of course I would be back to FR asking things from time to time. Never forget your roots, is good advice. God doesn’t chop off the old roots, is what I have found; God cleanses them.
But it’s all going to ride on a mighty movement of the Spirit, which will bless us all. It ain’t about me. Life blew and battered me around pretty cruelly at times. If there was something wrong to do, I more likely than not did it. I had problems I could not fathom an answer to. I’m one of life’s lucky losers, so to speak. Because it wasn’t luck. It was the Hound of Heaven, telling this here sad sack to get up and start moving again.