I forget who said that American Protestantism is a cold-weather religion. Life is hard, but do it right and death might be better. This is no garden anymore but a vale of tears, and Heaven awaits — shall we gather at the river? I grew up with this religion, and I thought I’d made some sort of conceptual advance on it, thought I’d come to believe that the river was here on earth, that I could live for life and let death be what it would be — gather at the river now, and cross the great bridge when we come to it.
That was before 2020 happened.
"He looketh on the earth, and it trembleth: he toucheth the hills, and they smoke." -- Psalm 104:32
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• Music as Drama
• Crossroads II
• 10 Best of 2014
• January: Wyoming and the Open
• February: New Mexico and the Holes
• Coming Up
• Notes on The Accounts
• Crossroad Blues