It’s been a year since the Lord took my dad home. And it’s been a year since I was at this spot . . . I should not have waited so long. I’m not sure why, but it was medicine for my heart to weep, play my guitar, sit and remember dad where we buried him. For family and friends who can’t make the trip, may this short clip(s) help you also to reflect and give thanks to the Lord for the life that he gave to Bud Truman.
Two clips are provided for you because of different scenery and sound quality.
I’ve been disappointed, perplexed, and confused with God. I’ve felt abandoned by God. And I’ve been angry at God for many reasons – for the atrocities that happen to children all over the world each day, I want God to put an end to it. I’ve longed for the injustices that take place all around us to disappear: “Why do you take so long to stop the injustices”, the heart pleads. But I have never been angry at God for the injustices committed against Jesus. The one person who was and is completely innocent, I am joyfully humbled that the injustices committed against him were not intervened. Why not?
I think we know why. But my point in making this statement is for another reason. And it is this:
If I can glory in the cross where the grossest of all injustices was committed, then whatever grievances linger in my heart over the injustices of this life, I can trust God with them, that one day, all will be made clear, and God will be found Just.
“And they sing the song of Moses, the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb, saying,
‘Great and amazing are your deeds, O Lord God the Almighty!
Just and true are all your ways, O King of the nations! Who will not fear, O Lord, and glorify your name? For you alone are holy. All nations will come and worship you, for your righteous acts have been revealed.
Revelation 15:3, 4
the sound board 