Today in my outsider art class we learned about the happy man in this photo, Leonard Knight. Leonard has built a mountain out of clay and paint to display his love for the Lord. What an awesome, inspiring man! He calls his masterpiece Salvation Mountain.
How did Leonard come to know Christ? In 1967 Leonard was visiting his sister Irene in San Diego. She was always talking about the Lord and it sort of bothered Leonard. One morning to escape her sermonizing, Leonard went out of the house to sit in his van. To this day he really doesn’t know why, but he started repeating a prayer - “Jesus, I’m a sinner, please come upon my body and into my heart.” It was on that Wednesday… at 10:30 in the morning… in his van… all by himself… at age 35… he accepted Jesus into his heart and he hasn’t been the same ever since. His passion and dedication is amazing! (website link below as source)
Leonards ”house” of 26 years, is built on the back of an old 1939 White fire truck decorated as ornately as his mountain. He has no electricity, gas, running water, phone, heating, air conditioning, or any of the other things that so many of us take for granted.
“In this life, you’re the one place I call home. In this life, you’re the feeling “I belong”. In this life, you’re the flower and the thorn. You’re everything that’s fair in love and war.”—Switchfoot, Head Over Heels
I’m listening to some Skeeter Davis classics. I’m trying really hard not to hate country music. Trying really, really hard.
I mean, there are some songs that are okay. I don’t love them or hate them. I just dislike them. You know what? Old school country like Skeeter Davis isn’t as bad as today’s country music. I don’t know why I’m telling you guys this.
So far, the only Skeeter Davis song I love is The End of the World. It’s kind of a depressing song, but it’s great. Her voice is beautiful. Aw, man. The song ended.
Okay. I think I’m done trying. I can’t listen to this any longer. Country music will never have a place in my heart. Country songs are like rancheras, but in English. I don’t like rancheras.