love

"In this world of news, I've found nothing new
I've found nothing pure
Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that truth
Could be fact and form
That love could be a verb
Maybe I'm just a little misinformed

As the dead moon rises, and the freeways sigh
Let the trains watch over the tides and the mist
Spinning circles in our sky's tonight
Let the trucks roll in from Los Angeles
Maybe our stars are unanimously tired

Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud
Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your eyes
All of my world hanging on your love

Let the wars begin, let my strength wear thin
Let my fingers crack, let my world fall apart
Train the monkeys on my back to fight
Let it start tonight
When my world explodes, when my stars touch the ground
Falling down like broken satellites

Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud
Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your skies
All that I am hanging on, all of my world resting on your love."

- Let Your Love Be Strong, Switchfoot

This song moved me a lot.. not only because of the acoustic guitar.. (which definitely did play a part), but the idea that I might one day be able to sing this honestly, resting all of the world on His love.

Little discussions that I've had today have brought me back to the conclusion that my problem is: 1) my unwilingness to accept grace, and 2) my unwillingness to dole it out [this part probably wouldn't happen without part 1].

The Gospel isn't a one-stop pharmacy, I can't just walk in and ask for my medicine and walk out. No, I'm hospitalized, with time and each little remedy working its way into my system, gradually rebuilding and restoring what my body should have been able to do on its own. If I prematurely consider myself healed and run out, I'll collapse under the sun's rays, unable to get back up... Only having to slowly crawl my way back to the hospital where I began.

I can't understand everything all at once. Sometimes I feel I have found the answer to life and run out all excited, only to have my world fall apart the next week. Then I need to run back and find the next new "answer to life." Maybe there isn't one. Maybe there isn't an OTC that's going to cover all my sicknesses and diseases.

...

Unless it falls under the brand "Grace."