Atlantic Christian College - Pine Knot Yearbook (Wilson, NC)

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Susan Baker “So tell me Old Man, why is it that people tend to remember things the way that makes them seem good?” “Because people have a tendency to remember events in terms of the people they were with, Hippie. And people tend to spend time with their friends, and when they are with their friends, they usually have a good time.” “I guess you are right. It’s kind of hard to remem- ber having a bad time with friends.” “Oh, but Hippie, there were plenty of bad times. But because of our friends that we could lean on, the bad times had some of the sting taken away from them.” 24

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Elegy for John Lennon On December 9, 1980, John Lennon was mercilessly gunned down in front of his apartment while walking home with his wife Yoko Ono. Following is an elegy for Lennon written by Tim Steiner, reprinted from Cornerstone Magazine, and used with the permission of Jesus People USA. You’re gone Everything we’d taken for granted As our youth, behind us but still remaining, Slammed shut Snuffed out Closed A new chapter without you. Four shots behind your limousine Ended a century in thirteen years Though our collective subconscious (so-called) By now weary, mourning Age-spirit, Had slipped, dreading, into an uneasy, unconscious Abyss About the same time That you began that primal scream Therapy? But John Many of us found Him. The One. You called Him the fool on the hill And how we had hoped you’d find Him too. “There ain’t no Jesus gonna come from the sky!’’ Dear John, Why? What a coup for the enemy The evening news took great delight (They said it twice) “It was a Jesus freak that shot him down.’’ Oh no! We’d prayed for you Heard others had gotten the Word to you How He loved you The Master loved you. Yoko said “Pray for his soul’’ Could it be that just within the day or so You’d been, at last, made truly whole? And the serpent struck you down Before you could tell us all What you had finally found? Oh, John, it’s so unlikely Only a glimmer of a chance Blaming Jesus — the media, orchestrated and entranced While Apollyon drums his cloven hooves In a dark, ecstatic princing prance (Purchased through a long, installment ploy) Excited breathless a little, life-like Beatle boy. Oh, how they’re mocking now in piping key “In the mornin’ they’re gonna crucify j me. Crucifixion Ex Nihilo And for nothing Alas Good-bye John Lennon We loved you. m