Maybe

Maybe you’re up and you need encouragement like I do today. Maybe you woke up brain dead like I did today and just can’t get it into first gear. Maybe you look at other Christians who seem to have it all and wonder why you don’t. Maybe you just feel burnt out, tired, and confused.

Maybe, just maybe, this is the first time you read this blog and wonder what kind of person sits down at her computer every single day and makes up stuff that sounds lofty and elusive.

Maybe you’ve been a Christian for some time, or maybe you’re not there yet.

Can I talk to you for a second? Would you believe if I told you I’ve felt all these things before, and feel a little like that today?

I get easily discouraged by stupid things. A friend doesn’t respond to a note. A prayer hasn’t been answered yet.

I feel lonely too quickly. I’m surrounded by people all day long, but the minute that door shuts to my house, I’m reminded of the reality that I live alone and am still dreaming of the big love.

I sometimes feel too brain dead for the Bible. Too dry in the heart to get it. Too rushed in my life to process it. Too something or another to even write it down.

Last night in church I saw something that moved me beyond words, and that restores my vision of what this is life is all about.

Her back was bent from years of hard work and poor calcium intake. The lines on her face betraying the reality of her life now gone with only a few years remaining. But the moment the song began I watched her crooked arthritic laden hand lift up in the air and I knew that she knew something that most people don’t. She swayed to the right then to the left, unfazed by her own frailty, unoccupied with others around her, and sang her brains out. Here’s what she said:

On that day when I see

All that You have for me

When I see You face to face

There surrounded by Your grace

All my fears swept away

In the light of Your embrace

Where Your love is all I need

And forever I am free

Where the streets are made of gold

In Your presence healed and whole

Let the songs of heaven

Rise to You alone

No weeping no hurt or pain

No suffering You hold me now

You hold me now

No darkness no sick or lame

No hiding You hold me now

You hold me now

Life as we know it is a pit stop – a pit stop in which we are given the chance to make a choice.

Choose well. Then lift your arthritic hand or your bruised heart and sing.

Sing your brains out!

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