This Savior

this Savior

is our only savior

no man

no government

no party, politician, policy or plan

is the source of our salvation

salvation from anything

salvation from everything

man offers nothing

man can do nothing

man will lead you into

and around the wilderness

into darkness

into blindness

ending in nowhere

nothing but glitter

smoke and mirrors

these cheap saviors

nothing but promises

handing out empty hope

gifts that break

that's what man does

that's what man does well

their wells

are dry holes

no matter how deep you go

there's no water there

nothing to quench the thirst

of the weary and dying

there is no savior

but this Savior

David B Finlayson
02.28.08

i just realized something

i just realized last night
that i am no longer a republican
seriously
no longer a republican
no
i am not a democrat
or a pot smoking libertarian
i am just not a republican anymore
like reagan once said
i didn't leave the democrat party
the democrat party left me
well
the republican party left me
countless times in fact
i got stood up so many times that i finally got the message
what happened you might ask
i received a letter yesterday from the annual republican campaign
they wanted money
they know how to quote reagan alright
but republicans these days
the ones in office
the ones seeking office
have become soft and moderate
they don't hold to their core values
they cut and run when it comes to an ideological fight
they want to get along
they don't want to stand up
they'd rather bend over and hold their ankles
just to keep their comfortable spot
the republican candidate today desires good press
to keep his or her job rather than do what is right
fight the good fight
reading the gift drive letter irked me
the writer spoke of how we lost the majority in both houses
who's fault was that
republicans who left conservatism behind them
they lost the majority because they refused to lead
and spend spend spend
just let the aliens in
no
you're not getting my money
and i'll probably throw away my vote
maybe a write-in
for a real conservative
which is what i am

only visiting this planet

Larry went home Sunday. His was the first taste of Jesus Music I'd ever experienced, before Stonehill, Heard, Matthews, Green, Stookey or Love Song. Even back then Larry Norman was considered the father of Christian Rock. To me he was the voice of the Jesus Movement, his righteous rock & roll ushered in a whole new sound, taking back the music that was once considered the devils...after all - as the song says - WHY SHOULD THE DEVIL HAVE ALL THE GOOD MUSIC! I got an email from an old friend Don Peters today with the news of Larry's death. To everyone I mentioned of his passing...no one knew who he was - "Larry who?" On the way home from work I called Brook...someone who would know who.

I am an old Jesus Freak, I remember you Larry, and I love your songs and appreciate your heart...your service. God bless you Larry - we'll catch you on the flip side. -dbf

LARRY NORMAN

April 8, 1947 to February 24, 2008

MESSAGE FROM SOLID ROCK - PLEASE READ Hello everybody. Our friend and my wonderful brother Larry passed away at 2:45 Sundaymorning. Kristin and I were with him, holding his hands and sitting in bed with him when his heart finally slowed to a stop. We spent this past week laughing, singing, and praying with him, and all the while he had us taking notes on new song ideas and instructions on how to continue his ministry and art. Several of you friends here got to come and visit with him in the last couple of weeks and were a great source of help and friendship to Larry. Ray Sievers, Derek Robertson, Mike Makinster, Matt Simmons, and a few more. Thank you guys. Larry appreciated your visits very much. And he greatly appreciated the thoughts, wishes, support and prayers that came from all of you are my members on a daily basis. Thank you for being part of his small circle of friends over the years. Yesterday afternoon he knew he was going to go home to God very soon and he dictated the following message to you while his friend Allen Fleming typed these words into Larry's computer:

"I feel like a prize in a box of cracker jacks with God's hand reaching down to pick me up. I have been under medical care for months. My wounds are getting bigger. I have trouble breathing. I am ready to fly home. My brother Charles is right, I wont be here much longer. I cant do anything about it. My heart is too weak. I want to say goodbye to everyone. In the past you have generously supported me with prayer and finance and we will probably still need financial help. My plan is to be buried in a simple pine box with some flowers inside. But still it will be costly because of funeral arrangement, transportation to the gravesite, entombment, coordination, legal papersetc. However money is not really what I need, I want to say I love you.I'd like to push back the darkness with my bravest effort. There will be a funeral posted here on the website, in case some of you want to attend. We are not sure of the date when I will die. Goodbye, farewell, we will meet again. Goodbye, farewell, we'll meet again, somewhere beyond the sky. I pray that you will stay with God .
Goodbye, my friends, goodbye."
-Larry

Thank you to all of you who were so nice to my brother over the years. Kristin and I will post funeral information in the next day or two. Right now we're not able to function very well, but the whole family is here... our mother Margaret, our sisters Nancy and Kristy, Mike Norman and his new wife Tiffany, and Silver. We miss him beyond words. Thank you for everything. Peace to you all in Christ, Charles Norman

posts of unknown musicians

Dad had pictures in his band scrapbook that weren't labeled. I decided to post three photos of some of these unidentified musicians that were at one time or another members of the H. Westbrook Orchestra. It's my hope that Mr. John Blount revisits this blog and might be able to identify one or all of them. My uncle Pat is back online as of last week. Maybe some of these faces might bring back a name or two. I have more unkown musicians that I'll post real soon. For those of you who drug in late...go back to Dec '07 posts to peer into dad's old orchestra days.

old friend of dad's

 John C. Blount (Jack Blount)
I just hapened to bump into your info on Henry Westbrok Orchestra. I was playing lead alto for Henry when the orchestra disbanded. It was just too big to book. Eight of us broke away and formed a small eight piece dance band - then we actually played too much. Some of the group: Fred Turberville, trumpet -Jack Downs, Trombone, Harold Lohr,Tenor, Charlie Edwards, tenor, etc. We had a super vocalist, Doris Corley who had just left Blue Barron & Orchestra. Henry was nice to me - He once caught Harold Lohr and me breaking the rules-no booze allowed- we had played just a special and Henry turned to me and said,"Jack you've been drinking"-- I said, how do you know? - cause it sounds so smooth it's making me sick. Great arrangements and fine sidemen- toward the last Floogie Scaphe from the Jimmy Dorsey group and Billie Mustin, piano and vocalist whose trio continued to work the Columbia area for years. I played and worked a big band into the seventies but finally gave up. You just could not sell it. Thanks for letting me blow my horn about a wonderful era.
-Jack Blount

more Liberator stuff

Mrs. Betty Hale (my sweet mother in-law) came into the office about an hour ago and handed me a file folder. In it were the papers for her 1973 Volkswagon bug. It's a car that she bought new with her own money. It always represented freedom to her, she's babied ever since. It's the car that my wife Gina learned how to drive a straight shift in. The Volkswagon brings back memories to me because I used to own a yellow 1973 bug back when I was 24...back in 1982.

Will we have to lose a city first?

Some folks might not care for the messenger...but a threat is a threat...and the messenger is so right. This URL is a must see.
http://edition.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/08/08/gingrich/index.html#cnnSTCVideo

B-24 Liberator

It was four years ago after being inspired by John Eldredge's Wild At Heart, I had asked God to tell me what he thought of me and if he had a name for me. In a nutshell, in the book, John Eldredge wrote about how God has a name for each of us. Immediately after reading this chapter I asked God expecting an answer in time. He didn’t wait. God immediately came back with the name Liberator. He said "Liberator David - you are my Liberator". I was driving to the grocery store at the time and wept all the way there. He had been showing this to me prior in other ways but I just didn’t expect Him to just come out and tap me like that.

I mentioned this in a blog about two years ago. My new name has been on my heart ever since. Last Sunday during the Gadsden Vineyard worship kinship, I left the meeting for a few minutes to use the head. While I was away, God once again repeated my new name to me. God had been giving me little visuals for the kinship but that little whisper was for me. When I came back to the room Gina was looking at me funny. I sat down next to her and she asked me what was wrong. I whispered, "nothing wrong - I'll tell you later."

I had mentioned the B-24 Liberator thing to Gina years ago but it didn't really connect with her. Last night, as we drove away from the church, I told Gina what had happened and she teared up. She understood that the Liberator was in flight.

Brook had mentioned a few years ago that B-24 might be God telling me to BE 24. That would take me back to 1982. The incident Sunday has stirred my mind to keep looking back on who I was, where I was, and what was going on in my life during that particular time. I used events of popular culture to take me back:
(1) I was still at home on the Mountain - 2624 Scenic Hwy.
(2) I was hauling furniture for Long Furniture with my friend Derrick Mitchell.
(3) I spent a lot of my spare time with my brother inlaw and dear friend Dan Noojin.
(4) I spent a lot of weekends with Arnie Sanford who was at that time still able to play guitar in the evenings. He had M.S. and evenings were the only times that his nerves/muscles were steady enough to play. He didn't want me coming for a visit unless I brought my songbook.
(5) I was playing at small venues/churches as DREAMER with Michael Bynum.
(6) I was disassociated with Christian Brothers Assoc. at the time.
(7) I believe that I was still a member of Central United Methodist Church. I didn't attend anywhere regularly.

My favorite comedian John Belushi died in March of that year. I had an sad dream of him that following night...where I talked to him after he had died. Strange dream - we sat on the hill behind my house and talked.

My favorite Christian singer/songwriter, Keith Green died that year. Dad, Mom and I were on our way back from Townsend, TN. I remember having to deal with the traffic of the 1982 World's Fair on the way there and back. We were on the last leg of the trip when we heard of Keith's death.

It's amazing what you can remember if prompted by events. More digging...more to come.

full of sound and fury signifying nothing

http://worldnetdaily.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&pageId=56860

A few years ago I had the honor of doing the graphic design work for Judge Roy Moore's campaign for Governor of the state of Alabama. It was great being around him. He's nothing like what the bozo's (they don't deserve to be called journalist/reporters) in the news media made of him. Judge Moore knows the Constitution and knows God and His word. Some folks have a problem with that. Anyhow, I heard my old pal J. Holland read a recent article of Moores on his radio program this morning. It's really worth the read.

of writing

writing to me
peels back the layers
helps me to think through
say what is unsaid
hidden beneath
i enjoy putting the words together
like lining dominos
never knowing the last piece
smile
when God often steps in
to tie it all together
words come
songs come
meter and melody
gush forth
like hidden springs
i rarely write for others
just digging beneath the surface
finding a little more of me
sometimes clarifying who i am
or maybe just dig for digging sake
just to see what might be there

for C.S.