This Old House

This old house once knew my children
This old house once knew my wife
This old house was home and shelter
as we fought the storms of life,
This old house once rang with laughter,
This old house heard many  shouts,
Now she trembles in the darkness
when the lightnin’ walks about.
Ain’t gonna need this house no longer,
Ain’t gonna need this house no more,
Ain’t got time to fix the shingles
Ain’t got time to fix the floor,
Ain’t got time to oil the hinges,
Nor to mend the window pane,
Ain’t gonna need this house no longer,
I’m getting ready to meet the saints

Stuart Hamblen, the cowboy songwriter and actor one time was out on a hunting trip in the mountains with a buddy. The two of them came up on an old house, a dilapidated old house.  The shingles had been blown off the roof, some of the windowpanes had been broken, there was a rickety old fence and a gate hanging on one hinge.  In the yard was a bony old hound dog. They decided they would investigate.  Stuart and his buddy went up to this old house and went up the splintery old steps and the door was unlatched, a little ajar, and they pushed aside and went in.  That’s when they found him–the old man who had lived in that house.  He was dead; they surmised he probably died in the midst of a recent storm. Stuart Hamblen then wrote that old song that used to be sung back in the 50′s and 60′s, “This Old House.”

I think it’s a good old song, maybe not gramatically correct, but theologically, he was right on the money. You see, Stuart Hamblen didn’t come upon that idea of our bodies being an old house, that’s right here in the word of God. Our text this evening was from 2 Corinthians 4:7-5:9, where Paul compares our earthly bodies to “jars of clay,” and “tents.”

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