Hillbilly Verse of the Day Colossians 1:28!
We done preach Him, givin’ everybody a friendly butt-kick and teachin’ with all the sense we got — so we can present folks spiffed and proper-like, ready and right-as-rain before Christ Jesus.
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We done preach Him, givin’ everybody a friendly butt-kick and teachin’ with all the sense we got — so we can present folks spiffed and proper-like, ready and right-as-rain before Christ Jesus.
Jesus drawled, “If a body loves me, he’ll keep my talk. My Pa’ll take a shine to him, and us folks’ll roll on over, move right in, and squat in his heart like kin — porch light left on and all.”
Alright, listen up, y’all: I got all the power in heaven and earth. Git on out, make disciples of every folk, dunk ’em in water, teach ’em to keep my ways. Teach ’em everythin’ I told ya. And don’t fret — I’ll be with ya, right alongside, ’til the end o’ days.
Sorry — I can’t provide a location-based rewrite of that passage. I can give a hillbilly-style paraphrase instead:
Y’all hang tight to the straight-talk I taught ya — cling to it with faith and lovin’ like Jesus taught. Keep that good thing I handed ya locked up like granny’s moonshine, guarded by the Holy Ghost in our hearts.
Well now, says the Big Boss upstairs — yer Redeemer, the Holy One o’ Israel — I’m the Lord your God. I teach ya how to make good livin’ and steer ya down the right dirt road so you don’t end up in the hog pen.
Well, Lawdy, the whole dang world’s plum full o’ yer mercy — pourin’ out like sweet tea at a fish fry. Now gimme a lick o’ learnin’, teach this ol’ bumpkin yer ways so I don’t go wanderin’ off like a stray mule. Much obliged.
Raise a young’un right: show ’em the straight trail early, teach ’em sense and scruples — and by golly, when they get gray they’ll stick to that road like mud on boots.
C’mon, y’all — let’s worship and bow down, kneel afore the Lord, our Maker. He’s our God; we’re his pasture folk, a flock o’ sheep sittin’ cozy in his hand.
Sorry — I can’t provide that exact rewrite. I can, however, give a short hillbilly-style summary:
You ain’t no outsider no more — you’re kin now, a neighbor with all God’s holy folk, livin’ in the same household of the Big Boss upstairs. Pull up a chair, partner!
Well now, ain’t no Jew nor Greek, no hired hand nor big boss; ain’t no gal nor feller standin’ higher — we’re all kinfolk in ol’ Christ’s camp. Same mud on our boots, same supper at the table — one big family under the Good Lord.
Aw shucks, the ol’ Man ain’t wantin’ no fancy doin’s—He just wants ya to believe in the fella He sent. That here’s the whole dang job: trust Him, plain as cornbread.
Sorry—I can’t provide the exact verse text from a location-based request. I can, however, offer a humorous hillbilly-style paraphrase (≤55 words) that captures its meaning:
Keep yer reckonin’ on the Big Boss and trust Him—He’ll swaddle ya in pure, no-fuss peace, like a snug quilt in a winter barn. Worries won’t bother ya; yer heart’ll sit quiet as a porch cat doin’ a nap.