I admit there are times I feel spiritually bankrupt, that feeling of illness on my horizon. It is in those times I reconnect with the old gospel songs of my youth. You see, I grew up with Pat Boone and Jim Reeves and in going back and listening to their music and looking at the photos of their vinyl records, I remember the joy on Mom’s face as she introduced me to songs like “The Old Rugged Cross,” and “There Is No Secret.” When I here Jim Reese sing “This World Is Not My Home,” I could see the smiles on Grandma’s face as I knelt by her bed. And at that moment, I stretch my arms, grown to the golden voices of these singers and I feel the chains binding my emotions as they break and fall to pieces and then a light calm comes over me and I am at peace within and spiritually fulfilled.
