It\u2019s quiet, I can hear the birds singing, the wind blowing through the trees; something has happened and I am alert in the quietness. It\u2019s called self-isolation!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What is happening, I\u2019m out in my car travelling to Cambridge, as I pass Tesco\u2019s the car park is full to overflowing, later driving past Waitrose the car park is overflowing, today it\u2019s Iceland\u2019s and Asda\u2019s, car parks are full to overflowing: you get the drift… !<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wandered through the desolation of the supermarket and all I could see was haunted faces, anxiety written large. From within the silence a monster had appeared and its name was fear and riding on the shoulders of fear was greed!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The best and the worst are currently on display. We don\u2019t blame each other for the Coronavirus, but it has triggered an epidemic of greed. Bare and empty shelves, never enough to fill the larder; more, more, give me more, The film Oliver, small boy still very hungry goes to the serving table and asks for more … \u2018Please sir, I would like some more.\u2019 \u2018MORE, MORE…\u2019 Outrage at the request; how dare someone ask for more! Greed knows no bounds; it is triggered by human appetites that belong to the earthly world. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
There is a heavenly world that we can belong to. Where the word feeds us the bread of life, where there are rivers of life, where the leaves of the trees are for the healing of the nations, and where the cry for more goes up to a Father God. And why, because he teaches us to say; \u2018Give us today our daily bread\u2019; food for life, food for living, we can ask each day because our Lord taught us to ask. There will be no accusation of greed, no fear, no indignation asking for more. We have been liberated, and liberation allows us to look into overflowing car parks with sadness; and also with joy knowing that Jesus takes bread and multiples it to feed all who stand before him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOur Father who art in heaven hallowed is your name …. Forgive us our sins… and lead us not into temptation.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLove and faithfulness meet together; righteousness and Shalom kiss each other.\u201d Psalm 85:10<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe this song is all about hope and kingdom values and longing\u2026 and fun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Big Rock Candy Mountain<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One evening as the sun went down<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the jungle fire was burning,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Down the track came a hobo hiking,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And he said, “Boys, I’m not turning<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m headed for a land that’s far away<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Besides the crystal fountains<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So come with me, we’ll go and see<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Big Rock Candy Mountains<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There’s a land that’s fair and bright,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where the handouts grow on bushes<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And you sleep out every night<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where the boxcars all are empty<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the sun shines every day<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On the birds and the bees<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the cigarette trees<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The lemonade springs<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where the bluebird sings<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains<\/p>\n\n\n\n
All the cops have wooden legs<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The farmers’ trees are full of fruit<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the barns are full of hay<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oh I’m bound to go<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where there ain’t no snow<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where the rain don’t fall<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The wind don’t blow<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You never change your socks<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the little streams of alcohol<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Come trickling down the rocks<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The brakemen have to tip their hats<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the railroad bulls are blind<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There’s a lake of stew<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And of whiskey, too<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You can paddle all around ’em<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In a big canoe<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The jails are made of tin<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And you can walk right out again,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As soon as you are in<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There ain’t no short-handled shovels,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No axes, saws or picks,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’ma goin’ to stay<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where you sleep all day,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where they hung the Turk<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That invented work<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’ll see you all this coming Fall<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Source: LyricFind<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Songwriters: Harry Mcclintock \/ Sterling Sherwin<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Big Rock Candy Mountain lyrics \u00a9 Peermusic Publishing<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Photo by Pietro De Grandi<\/a> on Unsplash<\/a><\/p>\n