Choices

I often think that I will enter some new profound thought(s) to my blog but struggle to find a meaningful topic to cover. Over the past couple of weeks I've considered entries on the VA Tech shootings, the performances or judging on American Idol or some other topical subject, most of which have been overdone anyway. I ultimately decide that my humble opinion will not provide any earth shattering conclusion to the discussions that are certain to go on and on and on.

I consider more personal topics such as another entry requesting prayer for my friend Margaret who is back in the hospital and once again - make that still - in need of healing from a very stubborn infection. She desperately needs to get to Baylor for a bone marrow transplant but cannot go until she is reasonably healthy and strong enough to make the trip. I can always find words that will bore people enlighten others about the whacky behavior wonderful qualities my children, grandchildren or other family members exhibit. I could always add another song that I want to share and post the lyrics that are such a big part of the music I love. It would be easy to discuss the 4th trip that members of my church's mission team made to the New Orleans area just last week - the memories are fresh and I have plenty of pictures that I could display. Instead, I sit here on my butt typing about my options.

Sometimes there are just too many choices.

Zero to Sixty

A few weeks ago, I had a birthday. A big birthday. One with a zero on the end. One that carried an age that I didn't like to say was coming before it got here and don't really like admitting to now that the day has passed.

I'm quite amazed at how quickly I got here:

21,915 days
525,960 hours
31,557,600 minutes
1,893,456,000 seconds (yes, that's one billion!)

I didn't quite break the sound barrier did I?

Sure seems like it!

(Music is When I'm Sixty-four by the Beatles)

The Via Dolorosa

I intended to have this song up a couple of days ago but didn't get it done. I'll leave it up for a few days after Easter on the off chance that someone will visit the site and appreciate this song as much as I do.

This version is by Wayne Kirkpatrick, Gordon Kennedy, Phillip Madeira & Billy Sprague. The best known, I would think, was performed by Sandi Patty but I prefer this one. I really like the acoustic guitar on this one.

The Via Dolorosa (The Way Of Suffering)

Down the Via Dolorosa in Jerusalem that day
The soldiers tried to clear the narrow street
But the crowd pressed in to see
The Man condemned to die on Calvary

He was bleeding from a beating, there were stripes upon His back
And He wore a crown of thorns upon His head
And He bore with every step
The scorn of those who cried out for His death

Down the Via Dolorosa called the way of suffering
Like a lamb came the Messiah, Christ our King,
But He chose to walk that road out of
His love for you and me.
Down the Via Dolorosa, all the way to Calvary.
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The blood that would cleanse the souls of all men
Made its way through the heart of Jerusalem.

Down the Via Dolorosa called the way of suffering
Like a lamb came the Messiah, Christ our King
But He chose to walk that road out of His love for you and me
Down the Via Dolorosa, all the way for you and me, for you and me
Down the Via Dolorosa, all the way to Calvary.
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