Right now he knows if I (and many others like me) am a liar or not. And he found out you can take it to the limit and barely be started.
Yeah, he fully knows the take it to the limit part.
First, he was the guy who wrote and sang the hit song, “Take It To The Limit,” with fellow Eagles, Glen Frey, Don Henley, and Bernie Leadon.
And even though he was the group’s bassist, which is typically one of the band members who shun the spotlight, Randy Meisner sang lead on that song. For the recordings and for the live performances. According to what I’ve read about him, it appears he wasn’t comfortable (to say the least) with the live performance focus. And that apparently was a big part of why he left the band.
The reason I’m talking about Mr. Meisner today is because he died yesterday. He was 77. And reports say his death was a result of “complications from chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.”
When a well-known musician dies, my first thought isn’t about his fame.
Because that’s all gone. So is his estate and all his earthly belongings. They all belong to someone else now. Or soon will.
My first thought is, “I hope he was right with God.”
Because an “astonishing vocal range” won’t get you into Heaven. And a “way with words” won’t either. In fact, there’s nothing you can do, nothing you can have, and nothing you can buy that will get you there.
No, once you take it to the limit, in this life, there’s only one Way to secure a place in eternal life. You gotta believe and put your trust in the one who called Himself “The Way.” And look out, here comes his name, Jesus.
I just read a short news article that described the last ten years of Randy’s life as “a less happy affair, though, dotted by struggles with alcohol abuse, health issues, and tragedy.”
And the article also said, “He was placed for a brief time under a conservatorship in 2015, with a judge citing his issues with substance abuse; the next year, his wife Lana died after what was ruled to be an accident with a rifle she was holding in their home.”
Tragedy isn’t a barrier to eternal life.
And thank God for that or none of us would have any hope. But I couldn’t find any stories or accounts of how Randy overcame his tragedies by giving his heart to the Lord. Maybe he did. I hope he did. But I couldn’t find any evidence for it.
Here’s the thing. You can keep runnin’ down the road away from Truth. But you won’t find some sort of witchy woman, one of these nights, who can cast a spell on you and make you immortal.
Without Jesus you’ll eventually check into a place much worse than Hotel California. And there’s NO passage back to the place you were before. You won’t be able to check out any time you like. And you can NEVER leave.
I certainly hope Randy Meisner didn’t take it to that limit. Because I certainly wouldn’t wanna be in those shoes.
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