Every morning on my way into work, I listen to a certain radio station... I have very happy when a few weeks ago this radio station started playing a new song by a band I loved when I was in High school. The song started and I immediately knew something was different. I had the same feeling a few years ago when I learned that another of my favorite bands changed lead singers. It so happens that both of those bands chose lead singers from probably my favorite band growing up. DC TALK.
I was surprised when I heard Michael Taite took over as lead singer of the Newsboys. I was floored when I heard Kevin Max signed on to lead Audio Adrenaline. With Toby Mac doing well on his own. With all the members back on the radio, I decided to do a DC TALK day on Pandora.
With all this being said it leads me to my point. There are three songs that cut me to the quick, when I listen to them. WHAT AM I DOING? I don't know. I look at my life and see all my mistakes and downfalls and it kills me inside to know that I cant stop this human/sin nature that is at the very core of my being. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and it looks like a far away star that I look at in the night sky. Glory just seems so far away.
Kamikaze, my death is gain
I've been marked by my Maker
A peculiar display
The high and lofty, they see me as weak
Cause I won't live and die for the power they seek
People think I'm strange but does that make me a stranger, that my best friend was born in a manger...
What if I stumble, what if I fall? What if I lose my step and I make fools of
Will the love continue when my walk becomes a crawl?
Think about that. I mean really think about it. Chew on those words.
Is my life a display of my so called best friend? Am I content do take a lesser place in life if it means put more important things ahead of worldly power.
Do I really treat Jesus like my best friend. I am a terrible friend in that case. I find myself looking to glory and looking forward to seeing people that I have lost. WHAT AM I THINKING... I will finally get to meet my best friend face to face. Lost loved ones will have to wait their turn.
Then what happens when I do fail. Why does he still love me when I continuously treat him this way. Why did he save me when I continuously slap his hand away when he reaches down to pull me out of the water. Because that is what a best friend does. He sees you falling into the fire and grabs your shirt tale and pulls you to safety. So you can bet that I am going to do my best in this life to show him through me. SO PEOPLE MAY THINK I'M STRANGE AND THAT CAN MAKE ME A STRANGER, BECAUSE MY BEST FRIEND WAS BORN IN A MANGER.
Thanks for joining me on this edition of LIFE IN THE CHEAP SEATS half way to glory...