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“I Believe”, by Brooks & Dunn

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​I was happily listening to Brooks and Dunn sing the song “I Believe”.   I love the story about the old man.  I love the story of how the young man took the news of the old man’s death; “I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh”.
     Then the lyrics come what my soul has had trouble with in the past.  I know the words are coming, and so I overlook them.  But today they disturbed  my peaceful mood.  The singer says, “I can’t quote the words, the chapter or the verse”.
     Here’s the rub:  Well why didn’t you look into it before you wrote the lyrics!
     The world always takes as much of Jesus as it wants to.  It knows what makes money, and what doesn’t.  If he had completed the lyrics to that song with a passion for Jesus, I doubt the song would have sold as much.
     That just rubs my soul!  Because the people who love that song likely agree with him.  And because they sing the lyrics they think they have something.

Enough said I suppose.

Together All Alone, by Bob Bennett

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The Heart of the Matter

The Heart of the Matter

Together All Alone

Bob Bennett

Brian’s on the football team, but he’s only second string.

He’s got a locker full of books, but he doesn’t know a thing.

He never says what’s on his mind, like his daddy to the bone.

And he’s living with the rest of us, together all alone, together all alone.

His girlfriend moved away last year, to another school in town.

She’s got a brand new boyfriend, but she sometimes comes around.

She bounces his heart like a basket ball, and when his folks are not at home,

She slaps his hand, while they lay on the couch, together all alone. Together all alone.

And far away

The Shepherd tends His sheep.

Days full of crazy. Nights full of sleep.

While Brian is in school all day, the old man drives a truck.

He says, “It’s a hell of a way to live. But it’s a way to make a buck”.

He rolls home after the house is dark. His heart is cold as stone.

And he lays back to back, with his wife, in the sack;

Together all alone. Together all alone.

And far away

The shepherd tends his sheep.

The death of souls

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Alright here we go!

Squirrel up your tongue; get it nice and limber.  Pat the soft skin under your chin until it’s nice and loose.  Roll your neck side to side until you hear vertebrae snap.  Now you’re ready.

With your best bad guy accent say the following:  “I’m going to make you believe what I want you to believe.  I’m going to make you believe it so well you’ll think it was your thought.”  Now you have to give that typical bad guy laugh.  “Mmmmwaaaahhhhhh!”

That’s over the top isn’t it?   I mean, that kind of bad guy monologue is only in the movies right?  Not really.  It happens to you several times a day.  Reach over and turn off the music and I’ll tell you what I mean.

Go into the grocery store and what do you hear?  Go into the shoe store.  What do you hear?  As you drove there or from there what did you listen to?  If you work on a factory floor the chances are you hear it all day long.  And you go home singing the last song you heard.  When was the last day you didn’t listen to a single song?

“So what?”  You ask me.  “That’s nothing like the bad guy monologue!”  Are you sure?

What’s in the lyrics you’re listening to?  Most people will tell you they don’t know, they just like the song.  It makes them happy to listen to it.  Really now.  With something so attractive and so unknown, how much room is left for abuse or manipulation?

Considered the basic lines of lyrics today.  You cheated on me but it’s okay I cheated on you.  I know you’re married but I want to go to bed with you.  Divorce sucks.  Divorce is great, as long as you don’t have to pay for it.  Your body is sexy, and so is mine,  I hate you.  

And on they go with violent or wicked behavior being profiled inside music you love so much.  All the while,  most people couldn’t tell you what a song is trying to say.  But your brain has heard it quite clearly.  And your life is a reflection of what you’re told to believe.

Godlessness, hatred, envy, lies, divorce, murder, drug abuse and drunkenness, and every other kind of wicked behavior is praised in the lyrics of today’s music.  Even little children are running around singing immoral songs.  And few people even think about it.

I’m not going to bother to talk about what happens in the evening when you get home and turn on the television.  Let’s just say you wake in the morning to sin.  You go to bed at night having been immersed in sin.  How are you supposed to break free?

Listen to the lyrics.  Think about what they’re telling you to believe.  Don’t take my word for it, prove it yourself.  As you watch television think about what they’re trying to make you believe is true.  Think for yourself for a change!

If you really want to prove you’re being manipulated, go on a music and television fast.  It occurs to me that you might not know what a fast is.  It simply means ,do without. 

You will feel horribly uncomfortable.  But why?  You’re not sick.  No one is beating you.  What you’re feeling is the lack of someone telling you what to believe.

By His Grace

You never know, lyrics

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40 years of livin, 40 years of love
A lifetime full of living for his good lord up above.
Grandpa was a quiet man who rarely spoke a word.
But through the things he never said he was always heard.
Quite the man of passion; believer in the truth.
Everything a man should be.
The hero of my youth.
Though he never meant to,
it never crossed his mind,
That he would sow the seed in me
that stood the test of time.

Never know who’s listening, you never know who sees, the results from the time you spend living on your knees.   You never know just where your life will show.  You never know.  You never know.

Now a little older.
Some days even wise.
The legacy is passed to me.
And now I realize,
someone maybe looking close
at everything you do.
The road for them that leads to him
Just might run through you.

Never know who’s listening, you never know who sees, the results from the time you spend living on your knees.   You never know just where your life will show.  You never know.  You never know

Bruce Carrollimage

Freezing Fuzzies

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Foreigner sang, “you’re as cold as ice. . .”.  Somehow we all understand what that means.  There are a whole lot of songs about mean men and women.  How about that miner’s song about “Big John”.  Or Jim Crocie’s “don’t mess around with slim”. 

Nobody questions the meaning of those songs.  But I wonder why we haven’t heard a song about the true wickedness, meanness, and general mayhem directed at God.  The lyrics might include such things as: “Go away, I don’t need your help. . .”.  Or, “I don’t care how much you love me, I love my sins all the more”.  Then there’s that line they do all the time but never talk about,  “Wish I’d been there at the crucifixion” .

I admit it would be out of character for the world to be honest.  But at least it would make people face the truth of their relationship with Jesus.

The Nasty Gifts that Surround Us

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Symbol of Christianity, white version.

Symbol of Christianity, white version. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I wake at 3am.  My truck is parked near the back of a Home Depot.  What do my ears hear?  I hear music coming from the back of the store.   They left the music on all night.  I guess they do that all year long.

I don’t listen to music anymore.  It’s too much of a distraction for the essential thoughts regarding the war between the flesh and the Spirit.  I don’t say that to cause anyone else to do it also.  I stopped listening to music a couple years ago.  Oh I listen to a song now and then.   But I listen to the lyrics more than the melody.  It was the lyrics that caused me to turn away from music in the first place.  Even some Christian songs often get theology a bit askew.   So I turned to pondering the truth of God in my mind more than listening to what everybody is forced to endure in their ears all the time.  Now that is the point of this entry.

Think about something with me, if you dare.  I find it curious that at the beginning of the end of all creation man is being forced to endure distractions on a scale never before seen.  Televisions are on all day long.   Radios blast music in men’s ears constantly.   Cell phones are pressed against the head, threatening to leave an indelible mark.  Fingers are busy typing text even to the point of causing accidents while driving.   I even heard of a woman getting hurt while walking because she was texting.  I don’t know of a store you can walk into that isn’t playing some music.  Billboards announce everything saleable to us as we travel from point A to B.  Information surrounds us like water to fish.

All this becomes utter distraction.  Has anyone asked why?  I have said that the modern world is like a nation of kings.  Only kings enjoyed music like this.  They were the only ones rich enough to retain minstrels on a regular basis.  And their servants constantly brought news about their kingdom.  But even kings desired silence once in a while.  So we have passed from enjoying their riches to a slavery to noise.  And exceedingly few ask why.

We know that there is a force which is trying to get mankind to ignore the call of God.  And, in my humble opinion, he is actually doing a pretty good job.   While people think they are receiving something precious, they are actually being kept from the very precious gift of introspection and reflection on what is pure and good.  They are taught all day long that sex is more important than virtue.  You think that is too harsh?  Listen to the lyrics of the majority of songs.  Listen close and think about it.  We are being taught that the body is far more important than the spirit.  Yet which one will outlast the other?  Where do you think that message might come from?

If I listen to the radio talk shows (which I do quite often), I turn it off when the commercials come on.  All I heard was money, bodily health, and liberal appeals for giving to institutions.  And now that the liberals are in charge of our lives through government, we are told how to eat, walk, run, sit, speak, listen, and think.  It is a sick merry-go-round when it comes to commercials.  So I jumped off while it was still spinning slowly.

I appeal to all who read this to consider what you are being assaulted by all day long.  Where is the moment of silence?  Where did it go?  Where is that “hour of prayer”?  Someone stole it from you.  Even Christian music becomes a distraction from what is true.  You’re being herded into a pen like an animal.   Commercialized music is saying, “Think this.”  And like narrow minded sheep you simply let someone lead you where they want you to go.

To top it all off, have you heard of how the information network is coming under the control of the government?  What was the switch to digital television all about?   Just a couple days ago, the President sent out a request to brainstorm for the sake of an executive order to allow him to take over the internet during a crisis.  How long until all we see on television, billboards, hear on the radio, and see posters everywhere displaying the president’s voice and face?  Propaganda is the instrument of seduction today.  And the masses are silently being embraced by it.  The net is laid.  And someone is about to pull the rope tight.  And who notices?

This isn’t a call to arms because we are being taken over.  It’s already happened folks.  Now it’s just a matter of them moving into our physical lives.  Oh wait, that’s already happening.  Isn’t it?

Break free from it all while you still can.  Just turn off the noise for 4 hours a day.  See how it makes you think.  Give it a try and see if I’m crazy.

P. S. I wasn’t going to post this.  Then I opened my email and found my brother Peter’s post:  http://theagetocome.wordpress.com/2012/07/08/the-fathers-heart/