I used to be a pretty normal man. I am a US Veteran. I have a honorable discharge. I have a four year degree that took me five years to complete. I am a certified Social Studies teacher. I used to be a pretty normal man looking to have a career, and find a wife, and be successful. God called me around the age of 30. For over a decade, I have been living in the presence of God.
One of the major steps I took towards growing “More in Faith,” and finding God in a big way, was the realization that God is Reason. God worked in very reasonable ways.
It was Summer 2013, and the song “When The Man Comes Around” by Johnny Cash came on. Suddenly, I thought “You know, I don’t really understand the meaning of the lyrics.” Sitting at my computer, alone, I started looking up the lyrics. What “is the Potter’s Ground?” What is the context? I would internet search these things. I would come to an understanding.
Doing this Bible Study, in the context given, it shifted my thinking and my soul. I started picking up lyrics and sounds in music I hadn’t thought about. Over time, over several weeks to a few months, I started having ears to hear and eyes to see. (Ezekiel 12:2)(Proverbs 20:12)(Matthew 13:15-17) It didn’t come to me all at once. There was a learning curve, but I was growing in faith with God. Faith is a journey.
“When the Man Comes Around.”
And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder:
One of the four beasts saying: “Come and see.”
And I saw.
And behold, a white horse.There’s a man goin’ ‘round takin’ names.
An’ he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won’t be treated all the same.
There’ll be a golden ladder reaching down.When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up.
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
Will you partake of that last offered cup,
Or disappear into the potter’s ground.
When the man comes around.Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin’.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin’, voices cryin’.
Some are born an’ some are dyin’.
It’s Alpha and Omega’s Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they’ll cast their golden crowns.
When the man comes around.Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long written down,
When the man comes around.Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin’.
Multitudes are marchin’ to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin’, voices cryin’.
Some are born an’ some are dyin’.
It’s Alpha’s and Omega’s Kingdom come.And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound.
When the man comes around.And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts,
And I looked and behold: a pale horse.
And his name, that sat on him, was Death.
And Hell followed with him.
Given someone would like to discuss the lyrics of the song, and the meaning, we can.