It’s true that Little Big Town had one of the most incredible nights of their lives on the evening they were admitted into the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville, Tennessee. The first show of the series featured a lovely rendition of “Why Me Lord,” the result of a collaboration between country singer Vince Gill and Little Big Town. Many individuals, including the author, had goosebumps as a result of the performance, which left a lasting impression.
With Vince Gill, the foursome—Kenna Fairchild, Kimberly Schlapman, Jimi Westbrook, and Phillip Sweet—worked together to produce a masterpiece. “Why Me Lord,” which was written and recorded by country music icon Kris Kristofferson in 1972, has been performed by a wide range of performers throughout the years. However, the performance featured in the video is regarded as one of the best of all time.
It seems that Vince Gill was informed about Opry policies prohibiting musicians from playing Jesus-related songs. As the story behind the film suggests, this was apparently done to avoid potentially upsetting non-Christian audience members. Vince decided to carry on with the performance despite this, and it appeared that the audience welcomed it with enthusiasm.
The video can be accessed here for those who would like to witness this incredible collaboration in its entirety. Kindly feel free to express your thoughts by leaving a Facebook remark and telling us exactly what you think!
My neighbor pelted my car with eggs because he claimed it obstructed the view of his Halloween decorations
When sleep-deprived mom Genevieve discovers her car covered in eggs, she thinks it’s a prank — until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was ruining the view of his elaborate Halloween display. Furious but too exhausted to argue, Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson.
I was bone-tired, the kind of tired where you can barely remember if you’ve brushed your teeth or fed the dog.
My days had become a blur since the twins were born.
Don’t get me wrong, Lily and Lucas were my adorable darlings, but wrangling two newborns mostly by myself was a Herculean task. I hadn’t slept a full night in months. Halloween was just around the corner and the neighborhood buzzed with excitement, but not me.
I could hardly muster the energy to decorate, let alone keep up with the suburban festivities.
Then there was Brad.
The man took Halloween so seriously that you’d think his life depended on it. Every year, he turned his house into a haunted carnival complete with gravestones, dioramas of skeletons, huge jack-o’-lanterns, the works.
And the smug look on his face every time someone complimented him? Please.
His spectacle enamored the entire block. But me? I was too busy trying to keep my eyes open to care about Brad’s ridiculous haunted house.
It was a typical October morning when everything started to unravel.
I shuffled outside with Lily on one hip and Lucas cradled in my arm. I blinked at the sight before me. Somebody had egged my car! Broken bits of shell were stuck in the semi-congealed goo, which was dripping down the windshield like some twisted breakfast special.
“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, staring at the mess.
I had parked in front of Brad’s house the night before. It’s not like I had much choice. The twins’ stroller was impossible to push all the way from down the street, so I’d parked close to our door.
At first, I thought it had to be a prank. But when I noticed the egg splatters reached all the way to Brad’s front porch, my suspicion turned into certainty.
This had Brad written all over it.
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