Friday, November 19, 2010
in your knowledge self-control
Monday, November 15, 2010
confessions
When I was younger, much younger, I loved heavy metal rock. To a certain extent I still do. I have a tendency to obsess on things, though. (I’ve seen “Howard The Duck” over one hundred times) (That is probably an understatement) And when I was in high school I liked to listen to Alice Cooper. I bought every album that he ever made and listened to him almost exclusively for almost a year. Maybe longer.
His music fed my teenage angst, what ever that is. Perhaps that is just another name for rebellion.
To say that the things that Alice sang about were unhealthy is an understatement. But I drank it in and wore it like an old comfortable coat. By doing so I broke my mind and my spirit scaring my soul in the process.
Some where along the way I got saved. Alice had to go, but he would pop back up over the years when things got rough. When I would plow looking over my shoulder or with my eyes shut. Old things have passed away but I have a shovel and I know how to use it.
Recently I have learned that Alice Cooper became a Christian somewhere along the way also. It does me good to think that someone who had such a negative impact on my life is someone that I will have the chance to meet in heaven.