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R. Scott Clark

R.Scott Clark is the President of the Heidelberg Reformation Association, the author and editor of, and contributor to several books and the author of many articles. He has taught church history and historical theology since 1997 at Westminster Seminary California. He has also taught at Wheaton College, Reformed Theological Seminary, and Concordia University. He has hosted the Heidelblog since 2007.
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I tried, but I can’t resist. Dr. Clark regularly posts pictures of alien landscapes from a place called California. May I be permitted a little indulgence?:
“Ring Ring”
I was sitting by the phone
I was waiting all alone
Baby by myself I sit and wait and wonder about you
It’s a dark and dreary night
Seems like nothing’s going right
Won’t you tell me honey how can I go on here without you?
Yes I’m down and feeling blue
And I don’t know what to do, oh-oh
Ring, ring, why don’t you give me a call?
Ring, ring, the happiest sound of them all
Ring, ring, I stare at the phone on the wall
And I sit all alone impatiently
Won’t you please understand the need in me
So, ring, ring, why don’t you give me a call?
So, ring, ring, why don’t you give me a call?
You were here and now you’re gone
Hey did I do something wrong?
I just can’t believe that I could be so badly mistaken
Was it me or was it you?
Tell me, are we really through?
Won’t you hear me cry and you will know that my heart is breaking
Please forgive and then forget
Or maybe darling better yet, oh-oh
Ring, ring, why don’t you give me a call?
Ring, ring, the happiest sound of them all
Ring, ring, I stare at the phone on the wall
And I sit all alone impatiently
Won’t you please understand the need in me
So, ring, ring, why don’t you give me a call?
So, ring, ring, why don’t you give me a call?
Oh-oh, ring, ring, why don’t you give me a call?
So, ring, ring, why don’t you give me a call?
As a young adult in the early 1970’s, I thought this was pretty cool. Now, as a “seasoned citizen,” I think it’s like, way cooler.
Some things cannot be unseen.
Cue up:
ABBA, “Ring, Ring”
The Manhattan Transfer,”Operator”