I’ve been trying to talk my wife into doing a tag-team blog but she’s not really going for it yet. She used to do a blog at MySpace and her writing was so funny it made me furious. How dare she out wit me! So I’ll keep working on her and see if she’ll agree to dumb it down a smidge and dust off ye old Innerwebz and make us all jealous again.

I read a passage of the Bible the other day that left me completely stunned. I don’t think I’d ever noticed this passage before. This particular style of imagery is not something I’ve come across, at least not in the Bible. Check it out.

Ecclesiastes 12:1-7 (NASB)

1 Remember also your Creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come and the years draw near when you will say, “I have no delight in them”;

2 before the sun and the light, the moon and the stars are darkened, and clouds return after the rain;

3 in the day that the watchmen of the house tremble, and mighty men stoop, the grinding ones stand idle because they are few, and those who look through windows grow dim;

4 and the doors on the street are shut as the sound of the grinding mill is low, and one will arise at the sound of the bird, and all the daughters of song will sing softly.

5 Furthermore, men are afraid of a high place and of terrors on the road; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags himself along, and the caperberry is ineffective. For man goes to his eternal home while mourners go about in the street.

6 Remember Him before the silver cord is broken and the golden bowl is crushed, the pitcher by the well is shattered and the wheel at the cistern is crushed;

7 then the dust will return to the earth as it was, and the spirit will return to God who gave it.

So if you see that show up in a song on my next album, don’t tell God I stole it.

In verse three Solomon starts describing the withered body of an elderly man. (yeah like I totally knew that) The watchmen are the arms, the mighty men are the legs, and on and on. You get the idea. Wow. Color me impressed.

Today I was asked to play and speak at a church event next month. I was told I could play a couple of songs and then tell my story. My story?!? You mean like how I was a gang-banger from the age of three? Or how I smuggled Cuban cigars “the old fashioned way” with a Chinese boy named Hector until we were jailed for 41 years in a Turkish prison where I came across a Bible while playing poker with the cook? I guess I’d better come up with something fast. I guarantee these folks do NOT want to know the truth. Nor shall they get it.

I came across this old picture of Riley and it made me laugh.

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