RIP Dr. Jerry Falwell

Tonight as I sit at the computer, I mourn the loss of a great Christian leader. Dr. Jerry Falwell, 73, founder of Liberty University and the Moral Majority, died today of an apparent heart attack.
The American Church will miss his leadership and his courage to say what is true in spite of everyone around him telling lies and falsehood. Dr. Falwell, We love you and you will be greatly missed.
In Honor of Dr. Falwell I would like to share two Bible verses and a poem.
John 11:25 Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live
Job19:25 For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: 26And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God.

The poem, "Go Down Death", is part of a series of seven poems, called God's Trombones, written by the African American American poet, James Weldon Johnson in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. I have modified it slightly.
Go Down Death
"Weep not, weep not, he is not dead; He's resting in the bosom of Jesus. Heart-broken wife--weep no more; Grief-stricken son--weep no more; Left-lonesome daughter--weep no more;he's only just gone home.
This very morning ,God was looking down from his great, high heaven ,Looking down on all his children, And his eye fell on Brother Jerry Falwell,Tossing on his bed of pain. And God's big heart was touched with pity,With the everlasting pity.
And God sat back on his throne, And he commanded that tall, bright angel standing at his right hand: Call me Death! And that tall, bright angel cried in a voice That broke like a clap of thunder: Call Death!--Call Death! And the echo sounded down the streets of heaven Till it reached away back to that shadowy place, Where Death waits with his pale, white horses.
And Death heard the summons, And he leaped on his fastest horse, Pale as a heet in the moonlight. Up the golden street Death galloped, And the hoofs of his horse struck fire from the gold,But they didn't make no sound. Up Death rode to the Great White Throne, And waited for God's command.
And God said: Go down, Death, go down, Go down to Lynchburg, Virginia, Down at Liberty University And find Brother Jerry Falwell. He's borne the burden and heat of the day, he's labored long in my vineyard, And he's tired--he's weary ---Go down, Death, and bring him to me.
And Death didn't say a word, But he loosed the reins on his pale, white horse, And he clamped the spurs to his bloodless sides, And out and down he rode, Through heaven's pearly gates, Past suns and moons and stars; On Death rode, And the foam from his horse was like a comet in the sky; On Death rode,Leaving the lightning's flash behind; Straight on down he came.
While we were watching round his bed,he turned his eyes and looked away ,he saw what we couldn't see: he saw Old Death. he saw Old Death Coming like a falling star. But Death didn't frighten Brother Jerry Falwell; He looked to him like a welcome friend. And he whispered to us: I'm going home, And he smiled and closed his eyes.
And Death took him up like a baby, And he lay in his icy arms, But he didn't feel no chill. And Death began to ride again--Up beyond the evening star, Out beyond the morning star, Into the glittering light of glory, On to the Great white Throne. And there he laid Brother Jerry Falwell On the loving breast of Jesus....Weep not--weep not, he is not dead; he's resting in the bosom of Jesus."
Amen and Amen

New Posts Coming!

Hey everyone...
I know it's been a while since I last posted, but I promise that I will have new posts up within the next week, including part 2 of my open letter series...I've been really busy the past few weeks with finals and graduation and such... Yes, it is official. I am a college alumnus (Wow that sounds weird!).
Love y'all and I'll talk to you soon!
Compassionate Conservative