Here we are
Here we are
The broken and used,
Here we are.
I got into the car to drive home. I was ready to listen to the second half of a sermon. I had listened to the first half on the way to work. Instead, for some reason, I decided to listen to music. I have a playlist called “needing help”. It has 18 familiar songs. I started that playlist.
I listened to the sermon on the way to work instead of the second part of a lecture series on “My favorite mistranslations from the Bible”. It’s the kind of lecture that not everyone cares about, full of close examination of the process of Bible translation by a seminary prof and Bible translator. I wouldn’t expect everyone to listen to it, but you should expect people like me to listen to it, people who spend time explaining the Bible.
I was into the second song on the list, Remedy, by the David Crowder Band, before I realized how much I needed to not listen to another sermon, not listen to another lecture.
Don’t mistake what I’m saying. I need to listen to sermons and lectures. But at the end of a day of talking and listening, shooting and editing video, brainstorming and troubleshooting, I didn’t need information. I needed emotional space. I needed the healing that music and poetry provide.
It’s why the Bible includes the poetry of Psalms along with the soul-prodding teaching of the Sermon on the Mount and the doctrinal outlines of Romans. It’s why we have the short one-liners of Proverbs along with the intense intricate obscure prophecies of Isaiah and Jeremiah. Some days our souls need to cry out and be healed. Some drives we need songs more than sermons.
We need rest.