PPM – Barely Hanging On
This week’s post is written by a guy who is quickly becoming one of my favorite writers. Kelly Clarkson has provided the intro:
Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong.
Your arms around me tight
Everything it felt so right
Unbreakable like nothing could go wrong
Now I can’t breath no I can’t sleep
I’m barely hanging on…
It is written for those who are doing all they can just to hold on. It also for those who have already let go.
Category: Musings
His major contribution to the world was not a set of aphorisms. He was born in a turdy barn, grew up in a dirty world, got baptized in a muddy river. He put his hands on the oozing wounds of lepers, he let whores brush his hair and soldiers pull it out. He went to dinner with dirtbags, both religious and irreligious. His closest friends were a collection of crude fishermen and cultural traitors. He felt the spittle of the Pharisees on his face and the metal hooks of the jailer’s whip in the flesh of his back. He got sweaty and dirty and bloody – and he took all of the sin and mess of the world onto himself, onto the cross to which he was nailed naked.
It’s a good song. Sad, but good. Of course I had to pull it up on my iTunes to listen to it since you brought it up…