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Born May 18, 1953; got saved at Truett Memorial BC in Hayesville, NC 1959. On rigged ballot which I did not rig got Most Intellectual class of 71, Gaffney High School. Furman Grad, Sociology major but it was little tougher than Auburn football players had Had three dates with beautiful women the summer of 1978. Did not marry any of em. Never married anybody cause what was available was undesirable and what was desirable was unaffordable. Unlucky in love as they say and even still it is sometimes heartbreaking. Had a Pakistani Jr. Davis Cupper on the Ropes the summer of 84, City Courts, Rome Georgia I've a baby sitter, watched peoples homes while they were away on Vacation. Freelance writer, local consultant, screenwriter, and the best damn substitute teacher of Floyd County Georgia in mid 80's according to an anonymous kid passed me on main street a few years later when I went back to get a sandwich at Schroeders. Had some good moments in Collinsville as well. Ask Casey Mattox at if he will be honest about it. I try my best to make it to Bridges BBQ in Shelby NC at least four times a year.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Not exactly a Christmas Carol

but my Dad, Sweet Billy; loved this song.

Heard it on the radio today done justice right before lunch as I was pullin into an establishment; cut the motor off and heard it to the end.
Almost brought tears to my eyes, the memory of Sweet Billy and his Transparent Romance with the Gospel:

In shady, green pastures, so rich and so sweet,God leads His dear children along;Where the water’s cool flow bathes the weary one’s feet,God leads His dear children along.

Some through the waters, some through the flood,
Some through the fire, but all through the blood;
Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song,
In the night season and all the day long.

Sometimes on the mount where the sun shines so bright,God leads His dear children along;Sometimes in the valley, in darkest of night,God leads His dear children along.
Though sorrows befall us and evils oppose,God leads His dear children along;Through grace we can conquer, defeat all our foes,God leads His dear children along.
Away from the mire, and away from the clay,God leads His dear children along;Away up in glory, eternity’s day,God leads His dear children along.


Blogger Stephen said...


Thanks for sharing this.

Merry Christmas.

6:34 PM  
Blogger bapticus hereticus said...

... God leads His dear children along ....

bapticus hereticus: God calls us all from UR to our promised lands, from the home of our fathers and mothers to that of our children, and the children, in turn, are called from their UR ... and as long as God's children seek the homes of their children the Spirit moves unhindered among them transforming them and they the processes and structures of civilization.

10:27 AM  
Blogger foxofbama said...

In theory yes, but as we all know folks like the protagonists in the Australian Western The Proposition have some miscues along the Way.
Even so you are right to the degree my Momma found comfort in her Sunday School lesson a few weeks before the family left Gaffney SC in 78 after a 16 year stay cause the Lesson was about Abraham, I think and the Point was as you suggest, sometimes it is best just to pick up and Go.

The Woman who wrote Reading Lolita in Tehran has a similar thought in her new Memoir a good bit of which I read yesterday.

12:13 PM  
Blogger bapticus hereticus said...

for the children of God the promised lands (e.g., places, conditions, thoughts, attitudes, etc.) are always ahead; to stay in the land is to make the posession of one's present one's idol. God spoke clearly to that, too.

12:26 PM  
Blogger foxofbama said...

I think that is what Marney was talking about when he looked at the land of Chad, casa chena or something, camping about; where we are in this world like Peter Gomes preached about Hebrews 11:13: "and confessed that they were pilgrims and strangers on this earth."

12:29 PM  

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