21 03 2007

I was brought up on a good diet of Johnny Cash LPs. As a child I can remember a sense of awe as I listened to his distinctive and masculine take on so many great ballads and songs. I still love his music today, although it doesn’t sound the same without the crackle of stylus and vinyl. Carolyn and I watched Walk the Line a couple of nights ago. The only shame of the film was that it confined Cash’s experience of Christ to a scene depicting him entering a Baptist Church.

The clip below gives a much better snapshot of how deep and redemptive his experience of the Saviour truly was…




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