Barns, Secrets And Old Houses

I come from country roots, as close to an educated redneck as one can get. I love the modern, contemporary Gospel music, but there will always be a part of me who loves the country gospel music of my youth.

One such song was "This Old House," penned by the composer of "It Is No Secret What God Can Do." This blog space is too small to do justice to the stories behind those Gospel hymns, but suffice to say, the first was composed following a hunting trip in the mountains of northern California. When the author and a hunting companion discovered the remains of an elderly man in his old cabin, the poet saw similarities between the two.

Originally sung slow and reverently, Patty Page recorded "This Old House" as a toe-tapping tune that has made it immortal in the annals of Gospel Music.

The following Perspective on Old Barns reminded me of that song and I wanted to pass it along to my readers. (The older I get, the more like these old barns I get.)

A stranger came by the other day with an offer that set me to thinking. He wanted to buy the old barn that sits out by the highway. I told him right off he was crazy. He was a city type, you could tell by his clothes, his car, his hands, and the way he talked. He said he was driving by and saw that beautiful barn sitting out in the tall grass and wanted to know if it was for sale. I told him he had a funny idea of beauty.

Sure, it was a handsome building in its day. But then, there's been a lot of winters pass with their snow and ice and howling wind. The summer sun's beat down on that old barn till all the paint's gone, and the wood has turned silver gray Now the old building leans a good deal, looking kind of tired. Yet, that fellow called it beautiful.

That set me to thinking. I walked out to the field and just stood there, gazing at that old barn. The stranger said he planned to use the lumber to line the walls of his den in a new country home he's building down the road. He said you couldn't get paint that beautiful. Only years of standing in the weather, bearing the storms and scorching sun, only that can produce beautiful barn wood.

It came to me then. We're a lot like that, you and I. Only it's on the inside that the beauty grows with us. Sure we turn silver gray too ... and lean a bit more than we did when we were young and full of sap. But the Good Lord knows what He's doing. And as the years pass He's busy using the hard weather of our lives, the dry spells and the stormy seasons to do a job of beautifying our souls that nothing else can produce.

They took the old barn down today and hauled it away. I reckon someday you and I'll be hauled off to Heaven to take on whatever chores the Good Lord has for us on the Great Sky Ranch.

And I suspect we'll be more beautiful then for the seasons we've been through here and just maybe even add a bit of beauty to our Father's house.

May there be peace within you today.May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.