As my life has gotten busier, I have listened to less and less music through the day. When I drive I listen to preaching or talk on the phone. It is simply my reality. I might even pray a little. However, a few weeks ago I got the chance to go to a Southern Gospel concert. That is immaterial, but I heard a song that has stuck with me. It is called Good Ole Boys. The sound is not great on the video. This song has stuck with me because it has mirrored my life. Look, it's no secret the way I used to live my life. It was rough. It was rowdy. It was sinful. I am ashamed of it and I am not here to brag about sins of my past. The reason I am approaching this subject is because I was the quintessential Good Ole Boy the song mentions. If you asked people to describe me from age 16 to 22 they might have even used those words paired with some other colorful vocabulary. I am from the great Southern state of Arkansas and where I grew up there are not many things looked upon be
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