High Noon in the Valley of the Shadow

The air shimmers with heat as the camera pans, taking in the dusty red desert and the windswept blue sky. It settles on a man wearing long leather chaps, gun belt slung low on his hips. There’s a soft jingle of spurs as the focus shifts to a outlaw, all dressed in black, facing him twenty paces away. The outlaw shifts his balance and his fingers twitch above his holster. The look on his face—is it murder, or is it fear? The focus shifts back to the gunslinger standing with shoulders relaxed, unperturbed, humor in his eyes. He tips his hat.

The acrid taste of gunpowder stains the air, and before the smoke fades the outlaw’s on his black horse, riding it hard out of town. The camera spins past faces in the storefront windows to a freckled young boy yelling victoriously, hurling rock after rock after this beaten man—“Go on! Don’t you come back again!” Newsboy cap, dirty white shirt under suspenders, pants too short,  dusty black leather shoes. He’s been playing at Gunslinger for years already. His pistol’s fake, but he knows how to use it. And he knows he doesn’t need it. All he needs are these rocks, the triumph in his heart, and the victor behind him. He shouts insults, daring the outlaw to come back and fight like a man. He knows his town’s protected and he’s got nothing to fear.

Crank it up. Close your eyes. When you hear the boy shout, take up your rocks and shout with him.

He is risen. Death’s been defeated.
The stories are true.


In celebration of Easter, Andrew is giving away a free download of this song on his Facebook page.

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