If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
Pastor Wilson, :)
ReplyDeleteI think we live in a generally irreverent culture...and this is part of the erosion that has been going on for years. We need to pay close attention to what we do and why we do it.
Thanks for the link--and for your blog; I'm sure Scot McKnight would approve!
I believe what you are talking about was hosted by Bill Cosby on Captain Kangaroo
ReplyDelete"Pastor Pages, Pastor Pages,
Time to get your Pastor Pages,
Time to get your crayons and your pencils..."
[closing] "You can play with Pastor Pages,
FIll your day with Pastor Pages,
'Till Bill Cosby does another Pastor Page with you!"
:) :)
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan, that's a hoot!
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