Category: 365DaysofWriting

Life Line

What is your source of strength, your passion? What is the one thing you cannot live without? What is it that makes you thrive in life? Is it bringing the satisfaction that you thought it would provide? Is it merely an addiction that is suffocating every other area if your life?
Since Preschool, music has been my life. I sang for anyone who would listen (sometimes against their will). I auditioned for every solo in every Children’s Choir performance – and scored. As a second grader, singing wasn’t enough. I needed to play the piano too. So after a year of Mary Had a Little Lamb, my parents let me take piano lessons. I went from Hot Cross Buns to sight-reading classical pieces by the time I graduated high school. I nailed my recital pieces, played in church a few times, and serenaded some beaus. As I became an adult, and met people who could play anything they could hear, I too wanted to develop an ear for playing. This is where I hit a wall. Playing by ear was quite challenging for me. I eventually got so frustrated with criticism of others throughout this process, that I gave up my piano playing indefinitely.
I still had my ability to perform vocally, and loved doing so. I performed at weddings, funerals, Christmas events, and church bands for years. I would even say that I was satisfied.
Then I took stock in my gifts that I was using for The Lord. I realized then that I was not using ALL of my gifts for Him. I had given up. It was at that point that I began playing again. At first, I was once every month or so. Then I started playing several nights a week. It became therapy for my melancholy. I started sight-reading, then gradually began playing by ear, which isn’t too difficult when I have chord sheets in front of me. I even got to play (and sing) at my aunt’s funeral several months ago. I feel much more content with life, knowing that I’m sharpening the tools that God has given me. I look forward to opportunities to use these tools to bless others.
I Corinthians 12 tells us that if we have surrendered our lives to Christ, we are all part of one body – the body of Christ or The Church. We each have our unique role to play. This role is partly made up by our passions and abilities. When we use the abilities that we are passionate about, our life line is thriving, so is our relationship with Christ and others. How are you going to tap into your life line today?

The Infectious Disease of Political Correctness

Political Correctness has seemed to gone off course since it’s revolution in the 1990s. I remember as a student thinking that the ideal was unattainable, but optimal. I consider myself a compassionate person, and was optimistic that people would start to think before speaking. In fact, I would have even argued that Jesus would prefer political correctness when speaking to other individuals. After all, we are all created in the image of God, and it breaks his heart when we tear others down.
Fast forward to the 21st century, and the idea has changed to a politically controlled society. We’re not even allowed to voice our differing opinions if they conflict with the political majority. We are all uniquely created individuals, loved by the Creator of the Universe. We are allowed to think differently than everyone else. We all make mistakes, and we learn from them – hopefully. We love others despite their differences and failures, and point them to the Only One who has the righteousness and mercy to handle them.
However, political correctness has stepped in and commandeered the role of God, causing even more division – among it’s own people – making peace unattainable. The only we chance have at experiencing peace – through the Prince of Prince – has been removed from our speech because of the god of political correctness.
One of my favorite passages of scripture speaks to the need that our country is desperately lacking. I just hope that many of us will wake up and see the truth of it’s message. “And [if] My people who are called by My name humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, will forgive their sin and will heal their land. (‭2 Chronicles‬ ‭7‬:‭14‬ NASB)”
I pray that I have the courage to be one who humbles myself to the pride that separates me from loving others. We don’t need the government to tell us what is acceptable speech – we should have the intelligence to speak to others the way we would want them to speak to us. Oh that our pride would stop getting in the way of fortifying health relationships.

Moved to Tears

Northeast bound on OH-585 at 7:00am, winding along the countryside I soaked in the lyrics of Oceans. Contrary to the tree-lined highway of my morning commute, I was momentarily overwhelmed with the limitless call on my like to trust God. While standing where the ocean meets the shore, and staring into the horizon, there is no end in sight to the massive body of water that cleanses yet overwhelms it’s captor by its sheer force.
As I sped along, the byway, I was suddenly awestruck by the beauty of God’s love for me – a love much more powerful than and tidal wave. More secure than any ocean shore Lighthouse, beaconing the sailors to take shelter for the night. More refreshing than the cool crashing waves along the rocky beaches of Bar Harbor, Maine. How else could I respond than to cry out “Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders?” No other response seems suitable.