Just saw the, newly released, five-year-old, videotaped arrest of one of my favorite Country singers, Randy Travis. My heart goes out to him.
I don’t know Mr. Travis personally, but, in spite of intoxication, or perhaps, like in so many cases, because of it, he brought before us, his child and trauma. I’m not excusing his behavior, I’m simply acknowledging his humanity. Yes, he could, very easily, have hurt or killed someone. But, I don’t think it’s any small coincidence that God did not allow that to happen. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder: What is it, about us, that we seem to find such pleasure in voyeurism? We all have our shortcomings. I understand that equality is necessary when rendering judgement and justice, and there is, no question, we still have a very long way to go. But, we have to start somewhere, why not here. I have no idea what Randy Travis’ social or political partialities are, but I do know this: If we want others to understand and empathize with us, we must be willing to do the same for them, despite our differences. We cannot simply continue to dismiss others because of differences. In a way, I’m kinda glad the video was released, because now the ball is in our court. Perhaps it’s not just an awakening for him, but likewise a test for us. Will we simply point and ridicule; or will we, do as God commanded, and in forbearance, help and love on him? I’ll start . . . Love ya Randy, thank you for the beautiful songs.
Will we pass the test, this time?
Now, I realize there are far more pressing issues that currently require our attention, but, I just want to lift Randy Travis in prayer. I pray that God has already given to him, newness of mind, body and spirit. I likewise pray that this will accept the release of this video as an invitation to be used for testimony of what God can do when we turn our stuff over to Him. This I ask in Jesus’ name. Amen.
As many as are our differences, there is so much more that connects us. The first time I heard this song, it sent flutters through my soul. I was a grown woman when my grandfather died, still I cried like a baby. I guess I felt about my granddaddy’s overalls, the way Randy felt about his granddaddy’s hat. My granddaddy was railroad man, you see.
I love you and miss you Daddy Kate.
“Keep her at a trot”
I don’t know Mr. Travis personally, but, in spite of intoxication, or perhaps, like in so many cases, because of it, he brought before us, his child and trauma. I’m not excusing his behavior, I’m simply acknowledging his humanity. Yes, he could, very easily, have hurt or killed someone. But, I don’t think it’s any small coincidence that God did not allow that to happen. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder: What is it, about us, that we seem to find such pleasure in voyeurism? We all have our shortcomings. I understand that equality is necessary when rendering judgement and justice, and there is, no question, we still have a very long way to go. But, we have to start somewhere, why not here. I have no idea what Randy Travis’ social or political partialities are, but I do know this: If we want others to understand and empathize with us, we must be willing to do the same for them, despite our differences. We cannot simply continue to dismiss others because of differences. In a way, I’m kinda glad the video was released, because now the ball is in our court. Perhaps it’s not just an awakening for him, but likewise a test for us. Will we simply point and ridicule; or will we, do as God commanded, and in forbearance, help and love on him? I’ll start . . . Love ya Randy, thank you for the beautiful songs.
Will we pass the test, this time?
Now, I realize there are far more pressing issues that currently require our attention, but, I just want to lift Randy Travis in prayer. I pray that God has already given to him, newness of mind, body and spirit. I likewise pray that this will accept the release of this video as an invitation to be used for testimony of what God can do when we turn our stuff over to Him. This I ask in Jesus’ name. Amen.
As many as are our differences, there is so much more that connects us. The first time I heard this song, it sent flutters through my soul. I was a grown woman when my grandfather died, still I cried like a baby. I guess I felt about my granddaddy’s overalls, the way Randy felt about his granddaddy’s hat. My granddaddy was railroad man, you see.
I love you and miss you Daddy Kate.
“Keep her at a trot”
