I've always been appreciative of Johnny Cash, the man, and his music.
His son has recently penned a tribute to him, here's a couple excerpts I found enlightening-
I think a lot of people see him as a dark foreboding figure, and very cool. He was always cool, his charisma was powerful, but he was also a very gentle, loving, kind man. He was more focused on spiritual matters than I think a lot of people realize. His faith was paramount to him throughout his whole life, even when he was suffering from addiction, and what pulled him out when he was sick. He was not just a songwriter. He was a painter, a sketcher, a poet. He was a scholar; he studied the Bible more than anything.
The thing that mattered the most in his life was his relationship with his creator. He was educated and knew about it. He couldn’t have dealt with his addictions without it. That’s how he found redemption and peace, through prayer and connection to God.
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I remember as a child going to a Youth For Christ Rally at Arrowhead Stadium in the dead of winter with my parents and cousins, and my dad albeit a believer but not necessary a Sunday go to meeting man went because Johnny Cash was there. Johnny Cash by God's grace of course, may have brought more people to faith with his music than most evangelist have done with their alter calls. I think the song that epitomizes Johnny Cash's faith was song written by an inmate at Folsom Prison Glen Sherley .
Inside the walls of prison my body may be but my Lord has set my soul free
There's a greystone chapel here at Folsom a house of worship in this den of sin
You wouldn't think that God had a place here at Folsom
But he saved the souls of many lost men
Now there's greystone chapel here at Folsom
Stands a hundred years all made of granite rock
It takes a ring of keys to move here at Folsom
But the door to the House of God is never locked
Inside the walls of prison my body may be but my Lord has set my soul free
There are men here that don't ever worship
There are men here who scoff at the ones who pray
But I've got down on my knees in that greystone chapel
And I thank the Lord for helpin' me each day
Now there's greystone chapel here at Folsom
It has a touch of God's hand on ever stone
It's a flower of light in a field of darkness and it's givin' me the strength to carry on
Inside the walls of prison my body may be but my Lord has set my soul free
Thanks Rick, quite compelling thoughts that I have never heard.
This is the same kind of testimony we hear from most of the men we have the privilege in working with at Lansing. "If not for prison, I would still be destined for hell! I can honestly thank God for prison."
Thanks Rick, quite compelling thoughts that I have never heard.
This is the same kind of testimony we hear from most of the men we have the privilege in working with at Lansing. "If not for prison, I would still be destined for hell! I can honestly thank God for prison."
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