Written by Randy Ridenour, and performed by Randy Ridenour and Josh Lester.
My faith doesn’t give me all the answers; it gives me a way to ask the questions.Marion Pritchard
Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cellEdward Abbey
From a student essay this morning:
Somewhere in the semester I realized that everything we have gone over in class isn’t just bologna but is actually pretty applicable to life and how I can approach it.
That’s definitely a victory in freshman philosophy.
My latest song:
I-40 East, on a cloudy day,
Memphis up ahead, had to get away;
Had nothing in mind
Just looking for a place to roam.
Thought I could see, but I was dumb and blind;
Gave no thought to what I left behind,
The people that I love,
and my Oklahoma home.
They say that heaven’s paved
With streets of gold,
There’s no more tears
Or so I’ve been told
No more pain,
And no one feels alone.
But by those streets
Where the children play,
I hope to find
just a little red clay
To remind me
Of my Oklahoma home.
Mind starts to wander when you drive for miles,
You think about faces, remember the smiles,
And you realize you’re old,
But you’ve never ever really grown.
So you turn the car into the setting sun,
The journey goes on, but the running is done.
God help me back
To my Oklahoma home.
You can’t leave, even if you tried,
When you’ve got red dirt deep down inside,
No matter how much you wanted
To leave it alone.
When you’re running away to another town,
No road is straight, they all circle around,
Bringing you back
To your Oklahoma home.
Okemah up ahead, the tears are making me blind,
And I hear the voice of Woody deep inside my mind,
And It’s taken thirty years, but now I understand,
That these are my people, and this is my land,
And these Oklahoma hills will always be home.
Too often the price exacted by society for security and respectability is that the Christian movement in its formal expression must be on the side of the strong against the weak. This is a matter of tremendous significance, for it reveals to what extent a religion that was born of a people acquainted with persecution and suffering has become the cornerstone of a civilization and of nations whose very position in modern life has too often been secured by a ruthless use of power applied to weak and defenseless peoples.
Howard Thurman, Jesus and the Disinherited, p.11.
In The Brothers Karamazov, Dostoevsky uses the slanting rays of the sun to represent the love of God that can flow through each of us, transforming lives as we interact with each other with genuine love.
Now, may the slanting rays of the sun
light the path before us,
as the love of God surrounds us,
to guide us on our journey.
May God guard our hearts
from anything that might separate us,
and shelter us all in his love, forever.