It’s no lie: the wind does in fact come sweeping down the plain here in Oklahoma…at about 17 mph, too. And as that tumultuous wind whipped around me on my walk to class this morning (something my hair especially didn’t appreciate), I could see a small fluttering out of the corner of my eye. It appeared a little bit like a tiny butterfly, but the longer I stared at it, I realized it was actually a small leaf. Anti-climactic, I know, but it did get me thinking. The power of that wind made something that was dead appear alive. It picked up that dead, dried-out leaf, carried it to a new place, and made it dance. How much more does God do that with us? We are dead in our sins and yet He, in His great love, picks us up, lifts us up, and gives us new life. Now, that’s a reason to be thankful.
“Tenderness of heart, genuine humility, wisdom, and compassion are the bold flavors that develop in the hearts of those whom God has seasoned with affliction.”
God, pour out the fine wine of your glory today and season me as a vessel of mercy.
Today, I had my first guitar lesson.
As the teacher. :)
Oh, how I wish I were like this.
For so long, I’ve wanted to be a person of my word, someone who says what they mean, means what they say, and wears their heart on their sleeve. But how often do I really practice doing so? I’m afraid it’s all too infrequently. I’ve wondered what my life would look like were I given only one day to live it. “Oh, I’d travel the world!” I say. ”I’d take huge risks—-like skydiving or bungee-jumping! I’d do all the big things I’ve ever dreamed about without thinking twice about it.”
Really? Is that really what I want? If my biggest dream is hang gliding over valleys or trekking up the highest mountain, when did my priorities shift?
The one thing in the world that I am most passionate about is music. Why music, you ask? Because regardless of language, regardless of socioeconomic status, regardless of cultural and religious differences, it is one thing that can bind all peoples together. Yes, I think music is “pretty” and singing ”fun”. But when I think about the times when I’ve heard someone singing from the deepest corners of their heart, the thing that touches me is not whether their song was a classically beautiful Italian aria or the newest pop radio single. What touches me is the way the singer brings me into their world, entices me to sneak a glimpse into their heart of hearts with all the mystery and grace that I know only music and words to possess. Music touches people. Music is about, for, and by people. And that’s why I love it. I’m well aware that I’m cynical and misanthropic more than occassionally, but when it comes right down to it, people are the vessels to which my heartstrings are most inviolably attached. Not because I have an extraordinary love for humankind in general, but because Christ did, and as I continue to grow in my knowledge and love for my Savior, the more I love the things he loves and the more I cherish the souls for which he paid the ultimate penalty.
So am I that person yet? Am I the one to constantly remind others of their immeasurable worth or that I truly love them and value their friendship? Not yet. Not yet, but I have hope that I am being constantly molded and refined by the ultimate Healer and Redeemer of my life. And what sweet and wonderful music is that hope in the Lord Jesus Christ.
The more people I meet, the more I realize how many people say they “know” songs by saying things like, “Oh! That song is in such-and-such movie! I LOVE it” or “Man, that commercial is hilarious! And that song on it is my FAVORITE!”. Really? A song becomes your absolute favorite because you hear it everytime you see Target’s t.v. advertisements? Call me a “music snob” if you want, but really, I just want people to know where their favored tunes come from. This is such a wonderfully blissful song, and because of that, I want you to share in the joy of knowing it, meeting its parents (Hall and Oates, whose insane mullets you may not soon forget)…and then, dancing in the most ridiculous fashion to its 80’s fabulosity.
Today you’re the oldest you’ve ever been and the youngest you’ll ever be again. Live it up.
Turn up your speakers. It’s Norbert Leo Butz, y’all.
Woe to me. I am unclean; a sinner found in Your presence. I see You seated on Your throne, exalted. Your glory surrounds You. Now the plans that I have made fail to compare when I see Your glory.
Ruin my life, the plans I have made. Ruin desires for my own selfish gain. Destroy the idols that have taken Your place until it’s You alone I live for.