Sunday, March 23, 2008
Boondocks!
Easter Sunday dinner with Big Brudder and Little Big Sister, and the to'ing and fro'ing to the Pig Out Palace in Henryetta, Okla., DONE ME GOOD. You might say my attitude has been Resurrected!
Y'all know what I gave up for Lent? WORRYING. I caught myself doin' it sometimes, and STOPPED -- not puttin' it off, but giving it up!
And then I woke up this mornin' weighted down with that crap. All morning, through church, and to the Pig Out Palace and back, when it hit me as this song was playin' on the radio: It was like God was saying: "You want this s--t back?"
HELL NO.
It's where I learned about Jesus
And knowing where I stand
You can take it or leave it, this is me
This is who I am
--ER
Chorus:)
I feel no shame
I'm proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
And I can feel
That muddy water running through my veins
And I can hear that lullaby of a midnight train
It sings to me and it sounds familiar
(Chorus)
And I can taste
That honeysuckle and it's still so sweet
When it grows wild
On the banks down at old camp creek
Yeah, and it calls to me like a warm wind blowing
(Chorus)
It's where I learned about living
It's where I learned about love
It's where I learned about working hard
And having a little was just enough
It's where I learned about Jesus
And knowing where I stand
You can take it or leave it, this is me
This is who I am
Give me a tin roof
A front porch and a gravel road
And that's home to me
It feels like home to me
(Chorus)
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
You get a line, I'll get a pole
We'll go fishing in the crawfish hole
Five-card poker on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning
(2x)
You get a line, I'll get a pole
We'll go fishing in the crawfish hole
(Down in the boondocks)
Five-card poker on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning
Say a little prayer for me
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Y'all know what I gave up for Lent? WORRYING. I caught myself doin' it sometimes, and STOPPED -- not puttin' it off, but giving it up!
And then I woke up this mornin' weighted down with that crap. All morning, through church, and to the Pig Out Palace and back, when it hit me as this song was playin' on the radio: It was like God was saying: "You want this s--t back?"
HELL NO.
It's where I learned about Jesus
And knowing where I stand
You can take it or leave it, this is me
This is who I am
--ER
Chorus:)
I feel no shame
I'm proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
And I can feel
That muddy water running through my veins
And I can hear that lullaby of a midnight train
It sings to me and it sounds familiar
(Chorus)
And I can taste
That honeysuckle and it's still so sweet
When it grows wild
On the banks down at old camp creek
Yeah, and it calls to me like a warm wind blowing
(Chorus)
It's where I learned about living
It's where I learned about love
It's where I learned about working hard
And having a little was just enough
It's where I learned about Jesus
And knowing where I stand
You can take it or leave it, this is me
This is who I am
Give me a tin roof
A front porch and a gravel road
And that's home to me
It feels like home to me
(Chorus)
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
You get a line, I'll get a pole
We'll go fishing in the crawfish hole
Five-card poker on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning
(2x)
You get a line, I'll get a pole
We'll go fishing in the crawfish hole
(Down in the boondocks)
Five-card poker on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning
Say a little prayer for me
#
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Hey friend, that's what the Resurrection is all about. No worries. Leave it there because it's all been handled.
Hey, Trixie!
I'll tell you something else I'm leavin' behind -- or goin' to try to:
Rasslin' so much with these doctrinaire bibliolators with lists of stuff you have to believe to get stuff. I mean, I ain't goin' cold turkey, but that's another waste of time.
The Jesus I met at age 8 is not the guy they keep under wraps -- and wraps and wraps and wraps of beliefs and doctrine and BS, like so much burial cloth.
The Jesus I met at age 8 said, "God is good. Come with me and trust him."
The preacher this mornin' preached a message that, minus his own sophisticated ways and rhetorical flourishes, could've been preached from the pulpit of my own Boondocks Baptist Church back in the early '70s (which I acknowledge now might've been a shortlived window):
Belief as in to intellectually assent to something -- anything! -- that ain't faith.
Trust is faith.
To look at this chair I'm sittin' in and say "Why, yes, I do believe in that chair" means nothing!
I'm sittin' in it. THAT's faith. To invite somebody else to sit in it, that's faith. And, by God, to stand on it with one foot, while kickin' at the ones who dare to try to knock me off of it and put me on their own weak platforms of belabored interpretation, complicated constructs and flirting idolatry -- *that*s defending the faith! They make the don't-drink-don't-dance-don't-play-cards crowd look like the fraidy-cat amateurs they are.
Warning: a Redneck Heretic for Jesus got BLESSED today.
I'll tell you something else I'm leavin' behind -- or goin' to try to:
Rasslin' so much with these doctrinaire bibliolators with lists of stuff you have to believe to get stuff. I mean, I ain't goin' cold turkey, but that's another waste of time.
The Jesus I met at age 8 is not the guy they keep under wraps -- and wraps and wraps and wraps of beliefs and doctrine and BS, like so much burial cloth.
The Jesus I met at age 8 said, "God is good. Come with me and trust him."
The preacher this mornin' preached a message that, minus his own sophisticated ways and rhetorical flourishes, could've been preached from the pulpit of my own Boondocks Baptist Church back in the early '70s (which I acknowledge now might've been a shortlived window):
Belief as in to intellectually assent to something -- anything! -- that ain't faith.
Trust is faith.
To look at this chair I'm sittin' in and say "Why, yes, I do believe in that chair" means nothing!
I'm sittin' in it. THAT's faith. To invite somebody else to sit in it, that's faith. And, by God, to stand on it with one foot, while kickin' at the ones who dare to try to knock me off of it and put me on their own weak platforms of belabored interpretation, complicated constructs and flirting idolatry -- *that*s defending the faith! They make the don't-drink-don't-dance-don't-play-cards crowd look like the fraidy-cat amateurs they are.
Warning: a Redneck Heretic for Jesus got BLESSED today.
You put me in mind of Lazarus. A wonderful nun I met last year said she often thinks of Lazarus and how after he walked out of the tomb the people peeled away anger and disappointment and their own preconceptions and found life underneath.
I saw John Dominic Crossan speak last year. He compared salvation to a free download you get in the e-mail: It's free, but you have to push the "yes, I accept" button, and when you do, it changes your entire operating system. I thought that was the most apt way to describe the concept. We choose to trust and be faithful, and it changes everything.
Glad you had a good Easter, man :)
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I saw John Dominic Crossan speak last year. He compared salvation to a free download you get in the e-mail: It's free, but you have to push the "yes, I accept" button, and when you do, it changes your entire operating system. I thought that was the most apt way to describe the concept. We choose to trust and be faithful, and it changes everything.
Glad you had a good Easter, man :)
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