And I Can’t Find My Way Home…

Just so you know, I am writing–actually I am in a tag team match with God and the words I want to say. But in the meantime, I thought I would share with you a part of something I wrote for the bulletin of the Orange Grove Church of Christ back in May, 2008.

 Although they each had their own particular story, these men still had something to prove, still had things yet to be accomplished musically. And so in 1969, Blind Faith was born.

If you don’t know this story, Blind Faith was an English rock band, a super group whose members were Eric Clapton, Ginger Baker, Steve Winwood and Ric Grech. You may not know the names of Baker or Grech, but Clapton and Winwood are living legends.

Unfortunately, Blind Faith was only together for one year—they only produced one album of the same name. In many ways, the band’s demise was a product of the superstardom attained by its members even before the forming of this particular band.

I was reminded recently of Blind Faith because of a song played on some TV show or movie we watched. I couldn’t tell you for all the gold in Ft. Knox what we were watching, but I was instantly grabbed anew by the song.

It’s an ironic twist that a group called Blind Faith would sing about not being able to find their way home.

Come down off your throne
and leave your body alone.
Somebody must change.

You are the reason
I’ve been waiting so long.
Somebody holds the key.

 But I’m near the end and                                                                                                         I just ain’t got the time                                                                                                            And I’m wasted and                                                                                                                  I can’t find my way home.

 Come down on your own                                                                                                       and leave your body alone.                                                                                      Somebody must change.

You are the reason
I’ve been waiting all these years.
Somebody holds the key.

 Chorus

But I can’t find my way home.
But I can’t find my way home.
But I can’t find my way home.
But I can’t find my way home.
Still I can’t find my way home,
And I ain’t done nothing wrong,
But I can’t find my way home.

 by Steve Winwood

Here’s a new thought to go a long with the old… There are a lot of us out here who are wasted. Not necessarily wasted in the sense of alcohol or drugs–although for some that applies as well– but wasted… washed out, damaged by life. Wasted by circumstance, heartache, tragedy and pain. A wasted where you haven’t done anything wrong. A wasted in which finding your way home seems like the completely unattainable.

But, you can find your way again.

It’s a path we can walk together, you and I.

Who is with me?

Les Ferguson, Jr.

16 thoughts on “And I Can’t Find My Way Home…

  1. I think that’s a path we all walk sometime in our life and I’d be honored to walk along with you and all the others who are traveling this road.

  2. I never heard of the group Blind Faith. But love the words to the song, and your comment…. there ARE many.

    Keep sharing! You are doing a fabulous job of giving insight into a real life issue that few are able or willing to reveal so openly.

  3. I’m still reading and following your blog Les…still on the journey and wondering if I will ever find my way home. Most of the time I feel like I am walking in circles due to my own stupidity. Please keep writing!

  4. Once upon a time, my brother, we would have said that the forces of evil have laid waste to your world. So yeah… I think your usage is excellent.

    Love you… the work you’re doing IS worth it.

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