Unlike my favorite book and my favorite movies, my favorite song does not stay consistent. But one thing which is consistent about it, is that it usually changes every three months. Two reasons for this, is because one, I usually listen and listen and listen to it, until I burn myself out. And two, because my life changes; therefore, different lyrics tend to speak louder at different times, depending on my mood and what I’m going through.
At the moment, my favorite song is Ashes Remain’s “All of Me.” A song that spoke loudly to me when I heard it on the radio. A song that has become an anthem for my life. And a song that I’d like to share with you:
Like Bilbo, I too pity Gollum. His is, perhaps, one of the most tragic stories within the realm of Middle Earth. However, it’s interesting to hear what could have been–especially from the words of J. R. R. Tolkien himself:
Last Monday, I was driving home from a football game. After having an amazing time laughing and joking with a neat family from my congregation, and cheering for their son–witnessing the Bulldogs defeat the Tigers! I was hungry, and thinking of all the things that I needed to get done tomorrow. I figured I could save some time, if I made a quick stop to the bank that night to load my portable ATM with some cash–then, I would have more time tomorrow to do the other one thousand things that I had planned.
Under the cloudy, dark sky, I pulled into town, and inserted my debit card into the bank’s ATM. Being in a rush, I was planning where I was going to grab a fast-food dinner, as I was clicking options on the screen.
Dairy Queen, I decided, as I grabbed the Jackson and my receipt before driving away. Continue reading
“Or what woman, having ten silver coins, if she loses one coin, does not light a lamp and sweep the house and seek diligently until she finds it? And when she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost.’ Just so, I tell you, there is joy before the angels of God over one sinner who repents.” (Luke 15:8-10)
In Luke 15, Jesus gives three parables of three things which were lost but are then found: a lost sheep, a lost coin, and the prodigal son. This week, I experienced my own lost but found story, which like the woman who lost her coin, I feel in gratitude that I need to share it:
Monday night, I opened my backpack to discover that my Bible was missing! The one pocket which I always kept it in, was empty, with the exception of a couple of mechanical pencils. The Bible given to me by my youth minister when I was in high school. With a fast-beating heart, my racing mind concluded of only three places which it could be–accidentally left in a classroom within the McInteer (the Bible building on campus), or possibly the caf. For I clearly remembered using it during my two o’ clock class, though details of it after that were fuzzy.
Yesterday, a mentor of mine spoke in chapel, Dr. Scott Adair. . . . It was both beautiful and hard getting to hear his words. This, is his story:
(Skip to 9:11 for Dr. Adair’s testimony.)
An interesting video presented by Lux Narayan, which I hope you’ll check out, and are open in having your perspective challenged: