“When the time is right, I the Lord will make it happen”.
Isaiah 60; 22
If you love music, you understand the concept of a movie soundtrack. In a cinematic body of work, songs are strategically placed/orchestrated to coincide, compliment, or even amplify a pivotal scene in the life of a person or persons as they are making a scene in a film. People that love music understand how songs signify major life experiences & become associative of those soundtrack moments.
I heard a piano intro to a song the other day that gave me an instant life connection with it. I’ve only had this happen a couple of times in my life, but, it reminded me of 2 occasions where I knew ahead of time that something would happen. I don’t mean that I knew for sure when the thought occurred, I just harbored a scene in my mind that became a reality.
I had wanted to work in St. Louis, in the Central West End when I was in my twenties. There is an obscure song by Jane’s Addiction that accompanied that thought and so, I became a waiter at the Pasta House Company in the West End, when it was still located there. I wasn’t a Christian at the time. In fact, I still was trying to figure out what my life meant, what I was supposed to do, where I would fit into hopes that I had at the time.
What’s funny to me is that, since I didn’t know Christ yet, I thought that the right woman, the right job, the right city to live in would be fulfilling. I was wrong. In fact, it wasn’t until I moved to St. Joseph MO, not the right city, that I met Jesus Christ. The right job & the right woman were to come years later, in God’s timing.
On so many occasions, many of us that are older now, think back & wish that we could have a “do over”, a reset, a chance to turn back time as Cher would sing. And while I know that I never would have picked up a cigarette or a beer if I had a do-over, and I’m not thrilled at all with the aging process, I have no longing in myself to be 21 again with the knowledge I have now.
To be honest, I want more Jesus. Regardless of how that sounds to people, it’s the truth. My hope, my plan for how the end of our life plays out, the dreams/hopes I have for my kids/grandkids who have yet to be born, is to know Him. And I know, I believe, I trust, I long for and ache for that reality to wash over everything that I know to be true. When I see the kindness of my son or daughter, the glow of my wife, the magnitude of the servants at our church who bless people but, remain anonymous, the courage of my friends who openly share their stories of how they’ve come to Christ, my faith grows.
Be blessed today!