Thursday, February 20, 2014

This Is My Friend Greg Wells





Greg lived his whole life, 63 years,  in the San Lorenzo Valley…a life that ended suddenly last week.


Greg was a big teddy bear of a man, husband, father, grandfather, brother and friend to many here in the Valley. In his life he did many jobs, including roofing and plumbing. And along the way he found Jesus!



Yes, Greg was a Christian, a good man, and, most importantly,  a good friend…we had just seen each other a few days before at Tuesday lunch, we had a nice talk and parted laughing and hugging   (Greg was a great hugger!)   and as he walked away he said “I love you” which I said back! 

It’s a wonderful memory to have!



One other word to describe Greg was homeless (and I’m afraid it will be the word most people latch onto). Sadly, in his later life, because of circumstances, bad timing and maybe a few bad decisions, he found himself on the street…most of the time it didn’t seem to phase him, but I know it’s a hard life…and the only reason I mention it now is because if it wasn’t for his homelessness, I would  never have met him and forged a very special friendship. God does work in mysterious ways!



So I will just tell people about Greg using all those other descriptions…especially good man and good friend!



It makes me cry with joy to imagine the huge hug he gave Jesus when they met!


And the hug he got back!!



There’s a lot of stunned people in the Valley missing you Greg!


Rest In Peace my brother.





And let me offer up this song from Vince Gill








I know your life
On earth was troubled
And only you could know the pain
You weren't afraid to face the devil
You were no stranger to the rain

 

Go rest high on that mountain
‘Cause, Son, your work on earth is done
Go to Heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son

 

Oh, how we cried the day you left us
And gathered round your grave to grieve
Wish I could see the angels’ faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing

 

Go rest high on that mountain
‘Cause, Son, your work on earth is done
Go to Heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son

 

Go rest high on that mountain
‘Cause, Son, your work on earth is done
Go to Heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son



Go to Heaven a shoutin’

Love for the Father and the Son


Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Looking Back




I walk a crooked road to get where I am going
To get where I am going I must walk a crooked road
And only when I’m looking back I see the straight and narrow
I see the straight and narrow when I walk a crooked road

 

I sing a lonesome song to anyone who’ll listen,
To anyone who’ll listen I ‘ll sing my lonesome song.
And when I hear you singing too, the sorrow sounds so hopeful
the sorrow sounds so hopeful, when I sing my lonesome song.

 

And a lonesome song will be my true companion
When all else has abandoned for singing of their own
And a lonesome song will fill my days with gladness
Make joy out of sadness when I sing this lonesome song, to you

 

I love with all my heart, there is no way of stopping,
I have no way of stopping I just love with all my heart.
Through the broken and the beautiful, the bad news and the good news,
The bad news and the good news is I love with all my heart.

 

And a loving heart will be my true companion,
When all else has abandoned for loving of their own.
And a loving heart will fill my days with gladness,
Make joy out of sadness when I bring this loving heart, to you…

 

I long to be a happy man, in this life that I’ve been given
In this life that I’ve been given I long to be a happy man.
When the noise turns to stillness, I see I have the makings.
I see I have the makings to be one happy man.

 

And a happy man will be my true companion,
When all else has abandoned for happy of their own.
And a happy man will fill my days with gladness,
Make joy out of sadness when I show this happy man…

 

And a happy man will be my true companion,
When all else has abandoned for happy of their own.
And a happy man will fill my days with gladness,
Make joy out of sadness when I bring this happy man, to you…

 

I walk a crooked road to get where I am going,
To get where I am going I must walk a crooked road
And only when I’m looking back I see the straight and narrow,
I see the straight and narrow when I walk a crooked road…


Darrell Scott  A Crooked Road

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

I Can't Stop!

My life flows on in endless song;
Above earth's lamentation,
I hear the sweet, tho' far-off hymn
That hails a new creation;
Thro' all the tumult and the strife
I hear the music ringing;
It finds an echo in my soul—
How can I keep from singing?

What tho' my joys and comforts die?
The Lord my Saviour liveth;
What tho' the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night He giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that refuge clinging;
Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth,
How can I keep from singing?


I lift my eyes; the cloud grows thin;
I see the blue above it;
And day by day this pathway smooths,
Since first I learned to love it;
The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,
A fountain ever springing;
All things are mine since I am His—
How can I keep from singing?
Robert Lowry