I've always enjoyed this song by the late Rich Mullins, but never so much as I do now, finally living on the prairies. I love listening to it while I run on the grid roads around the campus, especially if it's sunset! You can't help but be drawn into worship.
CALLING OUT YOUR NAME-- Rich Mullins
Well the moon moved past Nebraska And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills And angels danced on Jacob's stairs Yeah, they danced on Jacob's stairs There is this silence in the Badlands And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled By the whisper of a prayer The whisper of a prayer
And the single hawk bursts into flight And in the east the whole horizon is in flames I feel the thunder in the sky I see the sky about to rain And I hear the prairies calling out Your name
I can feel the earth tremble Beneath the rumbling of the buffalo hooves And the fury in the pheasant's wings And there's fury in a pheasant's wings It tells me the Lord is in His temple And there is still a faith That can make the mountains move And a love that can make the heavens ring And I've seen love make heaven ring
Where the sacred rivers meet Beneath the shadow of the Keeper of the plains I feel the thunder in the sky I see the sky about to rain And I hear the prairies calling out Your name
From the place where morning gathers You can look sometimes forever 'til you see What time may never know What time may never know How the Lord takes by its corners this old world And shakes us forward and shakes us free To run wild with the hope To run wild with the hope
The hope that this thirst will not last long That it will soon drown in the song Not sung in vain And I feel the thunder in the sky I see the sky about to rain And I hear the prairies calling out Your name
I've been a fan of Tennessee blogger and author Katie Allison Granju for years. So it's with much sadness that over the last month, I've read her honest account of her teenage son Henry's drug addiction, hospitalization from an overdose and a violent assault, and his recent death. I didn't know Henry or his family personally, but I am grieved that he is no longer in this world. Part of the reason Katie blogged about this ordeal was so that parents will recognize the dangers of drug use and intervene early. Henry's spiral into addiction started with a bit of marijuana experimentation at age 14, and his parents could not have predicted this end.