This weekend was wonderful – great Easter celebration, family all home at the same time – no agenda. Lots to be thankful for.
Most of us prefer the hell of a predictable situation rather than risk the joy of an unpredictable one.
On the road of life one of the most serious violations is to ignore the signal to stop, look & listen.
Life is life by the choices we make.
There’s never a road so long that there’s not a bend in it.
We should never let yesterday rob us of tomorrow.
We know that all of us are going to die. But do we live as though we know it?
The measure of life is whether you’re fully used up when you die.
It’s impossible to adequately describe the piece, but it’s worth trying. Several different voices say the various phrases as a range of other sounds rise & fall. Sometimes the voices are prominent, sometimes the sounds take over; sometimes the voices echo or overlap; sometimes they’re louder or softer.
As I listened, I felt like I was moving – like life was moving & swirling all around me – like the noise of the world was coming at me from all sides. And in the midst of it all were these voices – sometimes louder, sometimes softer, sometimes clear, sometimes muffled – but always with a message. And as I listened I wondered if I was missing it. There were times when I had to try really hard to hear the message; & there were times when I couldn’t get it at all because the sound of the ‘world’ got in the way.
It was a powerful experience, hearing this piece. Not just because as a mother I was proud that my son had created something so provocative; but because this piece provided me with a metaphor & left me a question.
The world swirls around us, loud & blaring, filled with its own language & messages. And the church is in the midst of it, but how much? The voice of the church is heard, but how much? Is it loud enough? Or is it an echo? Is it understandable? Or is it garbled by the competing sounds of the world? The world’s pace is rapid, life is moving. As the body of Christ, are we keeping up? Or are we a relic from a distant time? The motion of the world is relentless, an unfeeling churning & lurching. Are we providing safe haven from that relentless, faceless motion? Or do we contribute to that cold churning & lurching despite what we profess?
Nice questions for contemplation. But as a Christ follower, what am I going to do? How am I to be in the midst that loud & swirling motion? What’s my next step?