I make no apologies in referring to his wonderful Indian heritage, born from the Cherokee tribe. I see and hear the word "Indian" with all the respect and admiration that it entails. I see utterly no reason to have ever changed this beautiful word and I do not adhere to the modern trend which avoids it. It makes no sense.
In reading this book, I remembered the ethereal depths of the Indian soul, and I relished in John's every word. I carry this piece of poetry memorized in my heart.
I've been to Damascus and I didn't go by air
I walked along the paved Roman way
I stood at the very spot where a brilliant light once shone
And I saw a fleeting flicker there that day.
But it needn't be Damascus, and it needn't be on a road
And it needn't be a lofty mountain height
It could be in a closet and it could be at the door
That, if opened glows the glorious, blinding Light.
"How well I have learned that there is no fence to sit on between heaven and hell. There is a deep, wide gulf, a chasm, and in that chasm is no place for any man."
John R. Cash
from the book, "Man In Black"
published 1975 by Zondervan
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