In Memory of Bowden
Therefore, I repost it this year.
After 16 years of dealing with some of the most despicable people I’ve ever encountered who are acclaimed as “saved”, I’ll go ahead and hope that Jesus has mercy on a noble pagan.
“Tomorrow is the worst day of my year and will be every year…tomorrow is the second anniversary of the day Bowden’s heart finally gave out.
Some people like to talk about the day the music died…I mourn the day that truth died.
No one seeks the truth as in better times…reporters like Bowden would not take your money to tell your story…he’d tell your story if it was true and hoped people found the truth valuable enough to pay for it.
They didn’t…he told the truth anyway.
When I speak of him the pious always must ask me if he was a Christian.
I suppress the desire to curse at them.
Most of the time…
It is as if the worth of his work and veracity of the truth he told depended on whether he had spoken acceptance of a particular doctrinal formulation.
He did not.
His work and his legacy are still about the truth and they are priceless and immense whether you count him as a candidate for sainthood or not.
What he did was feed the hungry, clothe the naked, visit those in prison… and he told the truth.
Some people think he was killed by the CIA, some by a battered, shattered, and broken heart…broken by what he witnessed, the truths he told, and the deaf ears it fell on.
His writing was profane and gruff, poetic and lyrical, gentle and utterly terrifying.
It was always true to what he knew, what he saw, and what he felt.
It all rang holy to me.
My guess is that he got into the pearly gates by a loophole, because God couldn’t find a Christian that committed to telling it like it really is…”