Heretical Jukebox

The journey up and down the road will warry us if we think it is all dependent upon our efforts. Our truck will run out of gas. We will be surely crawling towards our goal. So keep Trucking and move forward, but Christ Goes First.

Book Excerpt from Kahil Gibran the Madman

The Scarecrow

Once I said to a scarecrow, “You must be tired of standing in this lonely field.”

And he said, “The joy of scaring is a deep and lasting one, and I never tire of it.”

Said I, after a minute of thought, “It is true; for I too have known that joy.”

Said he, “Only those who are stuffed with straw can know it.”

 Then I left him, not knowing whether he had complimented or belittled me. A year passed, during which the scarecrow turned philosopher. And when I passed by him again I saw

Khalil Gibran. The Madman (Kindle Locations 41-45).

I like the simplicity of this thought and how deep it is.
 I also was watching  Everything Must Go a good portrayal of our lives in this place between sorrows and joy.   Where God smashes the boxes those whose lust are not in him.   He loves us enough to shape us into his likeness.   We grow from our pain.  Pain is part of the process.   We are shaped. God stand stills.  

Heretical Jukebox

What little box holds all of your idols? What happens when this box is threatened? What threatens the box?

Sermon Response Hebrews 12:28 - 13:17

Witnesses stood outside.  They stood on a hill overlooking the town in the valley.   They were awed by the sight of a  fiddler perched on a roof,  like a rooster on a hen house, or a weather vane.   He stroke one chord.   The chord strongly vibrated across the valley into the private solitude of the slumbering residents.   The chord awoke the slumbering children.  Steel clung into the midnight light.  The lights of the city click on, the houses become alighted, one by one.   A pure note lit the valley homes in the mid of night.   

Heretical Jukebox

There was a fiddler, who played a tune.  The tune woke up Boulder Colorado, and then the world. The person playing the fiddle was my brothers best friend when growing up, Jeb Bows.