Who’s Afraid of Trip Lee? (A Lesson from Biblical Archaeology)

By Richie Cooley

This booklet takes a look at a recent archaeology discovery, drawing parallels to modern cultural trends. It also includes a brief discussion of the brilliant Christian musician, Trip Lee.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Richie Cooley
• Release date: Aug 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463339930

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Who’s Afraid of Trip Lee?

(A Lesson from Biblical Archaeology)

by Richie Cooley

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Richie Cooley (2019); [edited: (2020)]

Creative Commons: Attribution 4.0 International

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Table of Contents

I. The Heavenly Map

II. Corroded Glory

III. Godly Splendour

IV. Citations

V. Works by Me

Before getting started, let’s review a few notes that are common to my writings…

*British spelling is often used, except for the quoted material, which normally employs U.S. spelling.

*New Testament Scripture is normally taken from the Analytical-Literal Translation of the New Testament: Third Edition (ALT3). Copyright © 2007 by Gary F. Zeolla of Darkness to Light ministry. Previously copyrighted © 1999, 2001, 2005 by Gary Zeolla.

*Old Testament Scripture is normally taken from the NEW AMERICAN STANDARD BIBLE® (NASB), copyright © 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1995 by The Lockman Foundation. Used by permission.

*The terms LORD, GOD, and Hashem are all ways to describe the personal name of God, also rendered as Yahweh or Jehovah.

*The ALT3 distinguishes between singular and plural second-person pronouns by means of an asterisk (*).

*Divine pronouns are normally not capitalized, unless they appear that way in Bible versions or other quotes.

*As a general rule, words that appear in brackets within quotes are not found in the original texts, and were added by the translators or are my personal comments, etc.

I. The Heavenly Map

I know you smell it in the air—

Cause I been in the grave for too long I swear.

People crying, I’m missing,

Obituary been written;

My face pale, they can’t tell

Your boy ‘bout to be risen.

Close the coffin, call the preacher, he’s so gone.

It’s over can’t nobody reach him, say ‘So long.’

Hey but hold on,