Welcome to the Wednesday (EBD) edition of SDA Late Nite Radio.
In the present western world, considerations of human suffering and hardship are political, to the largest extent. A public proclamation of empathy is frequently a weapon in mindful disguise, and the difficulties of others are often pruriently appropriated and then channeled into rage at government and at those with different political views. It wasn’t so very long ago, though, that there wasn’t a safety net except for that provided by family and friends and local community. While it was understood, then as now, that any individual’s life trajectory was determined in part by effort and diligence as well as by station of birth, back then there was more of a realistic understanding that the relentless corporeal fates — war, illness, economic collapse, drought, death, abandonment of the slow by the swift — that will take us out of this world are out of our hands, and that these fates, often unkind, are part of a shared condition that no one can rise above or escape.
Tonight’s song, recorded in 1929, is a lullaby of sorts, a flickering far-away light through the darkness of time that makes tangible a condition wherein elemental, matter-of-fact human empathy is natural, casual, and normal — small and familiar and human — as opposed to, say, just a force for political agitation. At the time, of course, it was just a good song. Here it is then, without further ado: the great Jimmie Rogers sings Hobo Bill’s Last Ride.
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