Bearded Man

Tonight I’m wrecked by a bearded man that I don’t know.

There is this old-ish guy that comes to the park across from our house every once in a while and sings his heart out in the shelter. I bet the acoustics are really good in there. He has a long white beard, and he wore a cut-off shirt.

Today was the third time I’d seen/heard him, and I thought it was the radio at first because the sound was so crisp, but it wasn’t! It was this guy!

I admire this stranger. He didn’t care that people Continue reading “Bearded Man”

Jesus, My Champion

I’ve been listening to this song like crazy for a couple weeks now, and it has yet to get old (don’t ask my husband, though, because he disagrees).

 

The entire song is so good, but this is my favorite line:

Let faith arise
For my champion’s not dead, He is alive!
Oh, and He already knows my every need
Surely He will come and rescue me

When I hear that verse, I think of times when trial by combat was a popular method of determining a person’s guilt or innocence. If the accused couldn’t Continue reading “Jesus, My Champion”