Walk the Line

This is nearly my life's philosophy. It's funny that one's whole journey on planet earth can be summed up in three words scrawled out in a backstage dressing room and put to a "freight train" rhythm. The writer, Johnny Cash, had a sweet promise to stay true to his love in mind. So do I, just maybe in a broader sense. I am not specifically talking about a relationship between a man and his wife, though that is noble and can come in the package. I mean more along the lines of doing what is right. Walking the line. In this world there is plenty to get drunk on. We are plenty educated on that. We need a Saviour to sober us up and He will. Many in the world are alcoholics and this is a tragedy. Sometimes intervention is necessary. Sometimes rehab isn't such a bad thing. Sometimes we need a guiding hand. Sometimes we need the humility of a black get-up. Sometimes we need to be hurt. Sometimes we need to look back on our past and feel the regrets. Sometimes we need a best friend. But we always need a Father, and He's always there. When you're so sloppy drunk you can't hear Him or see Him. When you wake up half dead of a hangover. He sits beside your bed with the hot coffee. He gets you back on your feet, combs your hair buttons up your shirt and gives you a little shove. Fall in love...

Walk the Line