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I am happily married. I paint houses for a living. I hope to leave a legacy of rich songs behind as a gift for my children and others. With age and experience have come the troubles of this body of flesh... I suffer from the injuries of six car accidents, scoliosis, conglambata, and confess I am "gravity challenged".My heart has broken before too. Music saves me from pain and trouble, giving a medium to express what I see and feel.
While my transparency often takes people aback, I hope you will be one of the brave few who took time to know me while I was here. Flowers are no comfort to the dead, only the living. Friends are better than flowers any day. We are all here for a reason and I believe mine is to use my writing ability and Guitar as instruments to confront the things people are too shy to face, and to defend those causes sadly dying. Here for a moment the world spins like a ghost floating through the Milky Way. In this space in time where the glory of Earth is past and the glory of Paradise immenent, the Twilight Troubadour woos His bride saying, Come!
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I have the best and worst of both worlds as a troubadour that writes and enjoys sacred and normal music. I have this dooming conflict that eats on me though....So many Christians I know believe they have a corner on the truth and dismiss the validity of the arts, calling them perverse. Likewise, the worldy folk are often to denying the existance of God, the Father of Jesus Christ....Both groups point fingers at each other and look quite foolish and hostile to each other. I would have hoped to find harmony in walking between the two by now but I haven't. Neither group seems completely true to the cause...and I struggle to be true myself in my personal experiences with God and men. I'm still shaking my head at teenage war protesters who have minimal knowledge of history and those who lobby congress to save an animal yet will kill unborn children. I am vexed more than all these things at my own stubborness to show God my "Plan B".
I still believe most people are selfish by nature (myself included) and generally associate and help those likely to benefit them. As we ponder war and murmer those rumors of war I wonder how long before the world hears the song of the Troubadour again...songs of courtly love, chivalry, religious songs that stir the heart toward heaven for embrace and songs that join warring cultures in an understanding of the frail human condition and the need for a blameless, celestial King to rule over them.
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