this thing of life is not such an easy thing to live when living is comprised of doing that which runs contrary to that which is normal. yet i question who determines normal? if normal is the goal, i failed somewhere along the way. but if it’s not the goal what is? and if it’s not the goal why do so many strive to accomplish it? considering goals, it seems to be that goals are the sort of thing one works long and hard to achieve and as such it comes at a great cost. a cost that some would deem too steep to pay. those are the ones who pull up short and worse yet, never begin at all. i don’t fancy myself that sort of a person, although this thing of achieving the goal is no doubt a thing of great difficulty; at least these days. i find that my inner self is at war fighting hard to define what normal ought to be. what it ought to look like, feel like, live like. am i called to live a normal life? no matter how much i might wish i were, i know i’m not. so why bother striving for that which i know isn’t the goal?
no. i very much would rather define the goal to be that which is greater than myself and my ability to achieve on my own accord. the goal ought to be that which when looked upon is summarized as anything but normal. it’s the sort of thing that takes more of you than you have. and yet that’s what i want to be found doing. it becomes the sort of thing that wrecks a day, but redeems a life.
i think very easily i could ball my fist and cast darts of anger at God for calling me to that which isn’t normal. and he’d be okay with that. he’d remind me that he’s big enough to take it; that he’s taken it from so many before me and he’s none the worse for the wear. i think he’d remind me that i’m called because he both knew the outcome and the joy that could be had in the journey despite the pain and heartache and doubt and questions and depression and fear and hopelessness and anger and the sense of lostness. he’d remind me that this call is greater than i am and that in my pocket of greatest weakness i’m actually at my point of greatest need. and when i’ve exhausted all other options i’d turn to him and he’d be there to fold strong hands around mine and strong arms around me and he’s breath a firm whisper in my ear that soaks deep into my heart reminding me that my Dad is Abba and he loves and cares of me his child. that he loves me to the point of calling me to that which isn’t normal because he knows that he didn’t create me to ever be normal.
as i daily contemplate the work of God in my life and as i strive to find myself faithful to the call he’s placed in my heart and the journey he’s set before me and my family, i’ve come to take great solace in the words of this song, claiming them as a psalm over this present reality of life.
Much like the hint of spring dew, warm on the air that tickles the olfactories of the sleeping bear, bidding him to awaken from his winter slumber. I too have been awoken and bid to again return to writing here.
What has bid me awake you ask? Not some hopeless new years resolution, determining to write more. I’ve already tried that and failed. No. Rather I’ve been awoken by a song. More so a host of songs. Thanks to RELEVANT Magazine, and their Jan/Feb 2013 issue, I’ve been introduced to the sounds of Page CXVI. A hauntingly beautiful redeeming of ol’ familiar hymns sparked to life by fresh, yet familiar arrangements.
As I listened to song after song I fell more and more in love with what I heard. I couldn’t soak these familiar songs in fast enough, if I’m being honest. One song, in particular, has fully gripped both my attention and my stirring soul. Enjoy Page CXVI’s arrangement of Come Thou Fount… simply beautiful.
I am bound for the Kingdom, won’t you come with me? I am bound for the Kingdom, won’t you come with me? I am bound for the Kingdom, won’t you come with me? I am bound for the Kingdom, won’t you come with me? Hallelujah we sing. Hallelujah we sing. Hallelujah we sing.
Recently, I was sent this video by a family member who figured I’d find a bit of humor in it all. Instead, I had a thought. Before I share however, take a moment and watch the video.
As I watched the video, I thought about the degree of power that comes with a position of authority. Obviously authority can be miss used and even abused (the video proves that), but when properly utilized authority can be a powerful tool which can be put to positive uses.
What I find interesting is often times people don’t perceive themselves in a position of authority. The fact of the matter is however, most all of us are in a position of authority over at least one other person. While you’re position may be minimal compared to what you’d prefer, it is nonetheless a position of authority and therefore a position of power.
It’s a rather sobering thought when we really allow ourselves to ponder the amount of authority we possess and over whom we possess it. When we stop and consider, honestly, how we use our authority it can be a bit unsettling or encouraging.
My hope would be that regardless of the degree of your authority, you are using well the power afforded you by it. May you put your authority to good use. May you find that when you do you are given more in return which only leads to more good for those around you.