was stuck in my head all weekend. Today, Our Song is playing over and over. Not that it’s a bad thing, infact, they make me want to grab my guitar and play a tune… though it is kind of bad when you can’t because you have to finish over 5 pages of homework or sit through 6 more hours of class.
It’s funny how things come into your head sometimes. About half an hour ago I was set to come sit down and write a depressing blog post about my grandfather and what seems to be hopelesness in the world, but as Our Song was playing in my head, I decided to browse through my google reader and see if anything new had popped up. Oh lucky! Two of my favorite bloggers had updated not just once but twice since the last time I checked! (Too bad my 3rd favorite blogger didn’t post, I always look forward to those because they’re longer but less frequent)… but I digress (and I do know what this word means). Blah blah blah. Somehow it popped in my head again, just for a split second. I guess this is what comes from reading blogs about people’s walks with Christ mixed with the Taylor Swift soundtrack.
Lots of worship songs, if not all worship songs are love songs. Obviously not all love songs are worship songs.
In our “Choose your own adventure” series in Genesis, I joined the small group talking about faith and the media. The question that was asked throughout that was never really answered was, can you think of something of the media that is not explicitly Christian that gives you insight into God (something along those lines)?
Aren’t we a lot like that jerk of a guy that Taylor had a crush on? We watch the music video the whole time thinking about how stupid that guy is and waiting for the happy ending to come when he realizes it. Obviously the girl singing the song is better for him and waaay prettier even if they try to hide it with glasses. I wonder if God ever sees us that way. He sees us going for the things the world tells us we should look for, the glamour. The high heels, short skirts, cheerleaders. When we look at God we seem to think He just isn’t as enticing; t-shirts, sneakers, out on the bleachers. We might think of Him as our best friend, that neighbor across the street we like to hangout with when no one else is around to take our attention, but nothing more than that. He hears us rant, sees us suffer as the world gives us false hopes and fake joys. They don’t get our story like He does.
I think about those who are still searching for the narrow path or those who are aimlessly trudging on not knowing what they’re even looking for. Since about freshman year of High School I noticed that one of the first things I thought about when I saw people was “I wonder if they’re happy, I wonder if they know Christ”. Actually, I look at Christians and non-Christians alike everytime I see a dejected face, fustration, or just a lack of that peace and joy that is supposed to be our inheritance. Most Christians don’t look to God the way they look to the world – and there enlies our problem.
Oh I remember you driving to my house
in the middle of the night
I’m the one who makes you laugh
when you know you’re about to cry
I know your favorite songs
and you tell me about your dreams
I think I know where you belong.
I think I know it’s with me.
Can’t you see that I’m the one who understand you?
Been here all along so why can’t you see?
You belong with me
Standing by or waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know that, baby
You belong with me
Why can’t we all seem to have that happy ending and realize that it’s God that brings us the most joy.
I’m waiting for the day when we wake up and find that what we’ve been looking for has been here the whole time.