on the way home and picked up a copy of Ragamuffin Gospel for LB. Like I said, if I were a rich man, I’d give a copy of that book to everyone, it’s that good.
Couldn’t resist the offer to spend time with SU and 1 tonight, so we all gathered in the covered wagon and went to watch Hairspray. Can’t say that I liked it all that much but it had its moments. Kept asking myself, self, why don’t they have a woman playing that role? Why John Travolta? Didn’t get that.
It was about segregation and such. Don’t think that it was all that flattering to the blacks to portray them as the culture that started dirty dancing and having fried chicken on every table. Full of stereotypes but not much purpose, if you ask me.
Called CH when I got home, he had a bad day. Didn’t slip up or anything, just one of those days full of anxiety and fear. He did do the Bible study this morning though and said he was reading Ragamuffin Gospel when I called, that he really liked it. I thought he would, it’s tailor made for people like me and him.
RSa will be presenting the message Sunday night, which means I get to lead the worship service. That’ll be fun and Sunday nights are so much more relaxed. Used to be that Sunday nights were almost all home folk but now that so many churches have ended their Sunday night services, we get about 20% or more visitors. Don’t want to join our church or anything, just want a place to worship and study the Bible. Interesting.
Anyways, I think I’ll do a “special” just for CH but can’t decide which one. Playing my Taylor 810 right now and it’s sounding really sweet. Thought about Why Me Lord by Kris Kristofferson but I can’t get Come Ye Sinners (Todd Agnew’s version) out of my mind. Got all week to think about it.
Come ye sinners, poor and needy
Weak and wounded, sick and sore
Jesus ready stands to save you
Full of pity, love, and power
Come ye thirsty, come and welcome
God’s free bounty glorify
True belief and true repentance
Every grace that brings you nigh
I will arise and go to Jesus
He will embrace me in His arms
In the arms of my dear Savior
Oh, there are ten thousand charms
Come ye weary, heavy-laden
Lost and ruined by the fall
If you tarry until you’re better
You will never come at all