July 19, 2022 — This past weekend, I took my Rover to the north part of the county where I’m keeping my horse. The Rover’s my hay hauler — two bales in the back per week. As I exited the 14 freeway onto Pear Blossom Hwy, a road with a high elevation and about an 80-mile view, in other words, dramatic, this song came on the radio.

From the first chords I loved it. It’s that country-rock I love, some don’t, but really, it’s hard to find guitars outside of country these days. For new music that is. The best part though; it’s a story. I do love stories!

The song tells the story of a preacher man … making a little money on the side. It’s fun. It reminds me of my mom, although not for any reason other than she really loved Lincolns. I’m not sure if Lincolns are the star of the song though; I thought so at first, but maybe the star is actually Jesus. With a message of don’t judge. Or all party together. Or he can use his superpowers to make the very best party. Or … something.

The song gives that message “punchline” at the end. It conjures a visual of one of this marquee signs in the front of a simple church, the ones with just a Bible verse citation. This church’s marquee in the song said only, John Chapter 2, Verse 1. I can see it, one of those temporary-letter signs saying: John 2:1. Mind you, the only Bible verse citation I know is John 3:16, so I had to look up John 2:1, but it fits. It fits the song; it fits the message. The verse is the one where Jesus turns water into wine. No judgment. It’s a good thing. Oh and the Bible study part? I read the story, John 2:1 to 2:11. The event was a wedding. Jesus’ mother Mary was there, and all of the disciples too. And the Great One did his thing so everyone could have a good time. I guess the preacher was saying Lincolns are the same as a wedding. Everyone needs one.

And now I’m feeling a little bad equating my normal silliness to Jesus. In no way do I mean any real connection, but I will say, my horse is my Lincoln. She’s awesome. So thanks, Jesus. This is the best “Lincoln”, wine, whatever, yeah horse, ever! I love her. And I’m forever grateful.