Hope for some day

Today’s prompt has scuppered me somewhat. It has caught me in my Achilles heel, so to speak, in that I struggle to find much to say that is positive.

http://www.40acts.org.uk/the-challenge/kick-the-bottle/   It’s about our need to recycle the unspeakable amounts of rubbish that we continuously create! Yes, it’s grotesque and depressing!

I have a real issue with waste. I get the ‘heebie jeebies’ whenever I have to visit the local dump/tip/garbage site to dispose of my accumulated rubbish. I see crate after crate after crate filled with the mess that we leave in our wake and it genuinely makes me feel sick. It troubles me deeply to think of where all of this stuff is headed and how long it will take to be broken down.

I try to do my little bit to make sure that my household recycles as much as possible and yet it always feels like a drop in the ocean.

I have to be honest here and admit that it gets me down!

There is much that gets me down about the damage and havoc that we wreak upon this exceptionally beautiful world. I worry not only about the damage that we do to the planet but also to one another. I cannot begin to understand any of the hatred and intolerance that is delivered human to human. There is simply nothing positive to be eked out of it.

And yet… And yet…Hope?

I am still grateful for that glimmer of hope that burns deep inside of me. That small, persistent flame of optimism in spite of it all. A little flame fanned by something greater than the depths of my despair. It burns regardless.

I am reminded of a much-loved song by my old favourites, ‘Tenth Avenue North’. This is not their video, and it’s not the best, but it helps you to read the lyrics whilst enjoying the tune.

We MUST do whatever we can to care for this beautiful world. End of story.

……But we are strangers here!

C S Lewis expresses it thus:

   

I can’t offer anything more optimistic than that today.

Some day….

Inspiration

So, in my last posting I mentioned that I would return to ‘Tenth Avenue North’, my favourite band. For anyone who is interested in finding out more for yourself, their website is http://www.tenthavenuenorth.com. Fancy that!

It’s a Christian band headed up by a frankly amazing guy called Mike Donehey. Mike is not only a gifted singer/songwriter, he is also the most inspired lyricist. On the webpage he adds short video journals in which he does what I am maybe attempting to do on here; sharing and exploring ideas (except that he does it superbly!) His videos have caused me to do more real, deep thinking about my life and beliefs than anything has ever done before. He’s honest and brave in what he addresses and what he wishes to say. He is a properly gifted communicator.

His story of how he came to do what he does is fascinating.

I particularly love the fact that he recognises the need to ensure that he does not become the star of the show, something which many well-known ‘ministers’ slowly lose sight of!

I have come to realise that music is key to my faith. I very much miss being involved in the musical part of worship. I need to find a choir because I miss it SO very much. When I cannot access the emotional, when I cannot access the heart of my faith or the depths of my soul, music will always get me there!

I am a musician, or maybe I should really say that I was, because I don’t get much chance anymore. I used to love to tinkle away on the piano (as long as no one else was listening), but mostly I have often contacted my soul through song.

Being raised in The Salvation Army from birth means that I cannot remember a time in my life when I didn’t sing. In fact, one of my earliest memories is of sitting astride my mother’s lap, at the back of the army hall, with my cheek nestled against the serge of her tunic listening to the thoracic vibrations of her singing. The sounds rising from deep within her soul. So comforting.

I am aware that there is an enormous amount of singing in our house…and car. Our boys have sung since they could babble, and we to them. We listen to lots of music but we often listen (and sing along with) Tenth Avenue North in the car. I delight in hearing my 4 and 7 year old singing (as they did when they were 2 and 4) “Oh, Father won’t you forgive them, they don’t know what they are doing!” at full volume. “This is where the healing begins. When you come to where you’re broken within, the light meets the dark!”…and so on.

It’s a great coincidence that I had already planned on blogging about this topic when a childhood friend wrote a comment yesterday reminding me of a song that I had sung with love and feeling as a child. I reflected on the words and listened to it being sung on YouTube and the tears rolled. I realised, as I have done of late, that singing such songs is vitally important to the Christian walk. There is method in the teaching of song to children – the lyrics stick. Through them we learn to count, to rhyme, the alphabet….to support our journey in faith.

In tough times I automatically find myself singing myself through. In addition to Tenth Avenue North, there have been so many songs that sustained me during the last year – “Let the morning bring word of your unfailing”, “You’ve loved me back into your arms, time and time again”, “Steal away to Jesus”…so many, I cannot even begin…

Some of the amazing words that Mike has written are; “Sparks will fly as grace collides with the dark inside of us; so please don’t fight this coming ride. Let his blood come cover us”

“I’ll be by your side whenever you fall, in the dead of night, whenever you call me, please don’t fight these hands that are holding you.”

“I want to know who you are, even if you’re falling apart. Reach in and touch your scars and all the shame you’ve kept in your heart. ‘Cause it’s not enough just to say that you’re ok. I need your hurt, I need your pain, it’s not love any other way.”

“We think that pain’s owed apologies and then it will stop. Truth be told, it doesn’t matter if they’re sorry or not. Freedom comes when we surrender to the sound of mercy and your grace, Father, send your angels down.”

I could go on and on and on….

The childhood song that my friend reminded me of this week was one that I played in the car with my children yesterday. My eldest son listened and at the end said, “Mumma will you teach me that song please?”

I will teach him that song! I hope that he has all of the lyrics that we share together etched across his heart and that they will sustain him as he walks through this turbulent life.

Never underestimate the power of music.

“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”
― Victor Hugo