He rode easy in the saddle. He was tall and lean, and at first you’d a-thought nothing but a streak of mean could make a man look so down-right strong, but one look in his eyes and you knowed you was wrong. He was a mountain of a man, and I want you to know, he could preach hot hell or freezin’ snow. He carried a Bible in a canvas sack and folks just called him, The Reverend Mr. Black. He was poor as a beggar, but he rode like a king. Sometimes in the evening, I’d hear him sing: I gotta walk that lonesome valley. I got to walk it by myself. Oh, nobody else can walk it for me; I got to walk it by myself.
-The Kingston Trio in 1963.
This song was about a preacher who gave all for the sake of the gospel. It’s only a made-up song, but one worth emulating. Go to youtube.com and give it a listen.
We all walk through this valley of life, and it can get lonely. No doubt, that’s because God has placed in us a longing for our eternal home.
Psalm 23:4
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
Give it some thought.
Gary