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Most credos I’ve read start with the words I/we believe. I won’t do that, or maybe better put, I can’t do that. My credo, if it can even be called such a thing, rides piggyback on the slithering black curved back of the lovely question mark. I don’t have many answers, but I do have questions…
Why is it that my father raised me on a diet of the King James Bible and western movies that, as it turned out, was magically delicious?
Why is it that I live out West and love out West but I’ll always be from the South?
Why am I most at ease in those in-between moments of dusk?
Why am I a storyteller who, unlike a historian, must follow the trail of compassion wherever it leadeth?
Why do I not equate talking with thinking?
Why do I try to not run yellow lights, ever?
Why do I prefer the words melancholy to organized and ache to closure?
Why do I put all my eggs in the basket of grace, a grace that if its grace at all will one day drive me to my glass-clearly-knees as I whisper simply amazing?
Why do I cry every time, every blessed time, when Linus says lights, please and gives his that’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown speech?
Why do I feel in the very marrow of my bones that contrary to wildly successful first lines, it actually is about you…and me?
John…could you please drop me a note at rupzip at gmail.com?
Thanks
David Rupert
Editor
The High Calling
most humbling and moving writer bio I’ve read. love your description “slithering black curved back of the lovely question mark.”
I wish I could say I don’t run yellow lights. But I DO prefer melancholy and ache to organized and closure. And I most definitely cry every time I hear Linus’ speech.
I’ve said it before…LOVE your writing.
Life is about you and me…
Sir, you are new to me but thankful to find you. We have “friends” in common and the only thing that holds this old bird together is God’s grace which I was very very late to come to in my Christian life. But it continues to be the comfort in my daily struggle. Thanks for maintaining your site and I look forward to your book with Brennan Manning whose Ragamuffin Gospel blessed me many years ago. I am interested in knowing the move from Dirty Shame to your present blog.
Blessings