Thoughts & Texts to Accompany Your Advent
Nov 29 “But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings…” A curtain closes and a 400-year wait begins. 1 Nov 30 And the Psalmisťs words resonate. “We see not our signs; there is no more any prophet; neither is there among us any that knoweth how long.”2 […]
In the heart of America’s heartland, on I-40 just west of Oklahoma City, there is a patch of federally owned land named Fort Reno. At Fort Reno is a cemetery. Most of the graves there are Germans who died in Oklahoma in the 1940s.
Because I tend to fall into the romance of an idea quicker than Clark Griswold, this mission, this project, this role drew me and made me wonder if they could still use an old guy as a mud angel now. I had once dabbled in what I thought was restoration until an old, tobacco-chewing mechanic set me straight.
Woody Guthrie, the Dust Bowl Troubadour.
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