First, a warning: This post will discuss Country music. Anyone not from Texas, or anyone otherwise excused from enjoying Country/Western songs may experience slight nausea or a ringing in the ears after reading the following.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about Billy Currington’s song, Why, Why, Why. His song, particularly the chorus, stands out to me as a question that I often find reflected in my own thoughts. The chorus begs this question:
Why, why, why do you wanna change me now?
Ain’t I the one you loved everything about?
You might start missin’ the old me around
So why, why, why do you wanna change me now
You know those days where hope feels far away? The days where you’re just out of energy and out of joy?

Why should you care about St. Augustine, Bishop of Hippo, born in the 4th century and dead in the 5th? What can a dead white guy from ancient Africa have to teach you today?
How well do you remember the story of Samson and Delilah? If you’re like me, you have childhood, Sunday school memories. Or maybe you remember
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