So, it's been good to read what some people have had to say in response to the blog I posted yesterday.
I knew that what I was writing had the potential to ruffle some feathers, but the overwhelming response has been one of love, grace, and an open discourse that's been really good.
After reading all the responses, the best phrase I can use to tie it all up (like it can be done that easily) is broken harmony.
Here are some of the phrases that I've extracted from the responses that really point to this idea:
emotionally cross-pollinated
strain of music
missing the major movement
unchristian
perfect world
in the end we're broken
God is bigger than our mistakes and mishaps
In other words, what started out as me testing the waters to see what people would think if I told the truth about a specific situation I'm in,
I was pointed to a deeper reality:
we live in broken harmony.
We live in a world where 300 schoolgirls get kidnapped by terrorists, all at once . . .
and on the other side of the world, at the same time, in Clear Lake Texas, a small church is practicing the discipline of fasting.
And then a friend of mine gets gang-raped by eight men, left for dead with a needle sticking out of her arm. . .
and 30 minutes away, at the same time, a grandmother is sitting with her granddaughter on the floor, just stuck in a state of smiles.
And then there's the middle-aged man, fighting to keep his head above water, fighting for his kids, but just can't seem to keep it all together; and decides to go back to his old ways of hustlin' . . .
while a group of friends sits at Starbucks planning a trip of a lifetime to Hangout Fest 2014.
Broken . . . harmony.
Some of us try so hard to keep everything black and white.
And some of us try our best to keep everything gray.
But no matter what, we can't kick this sensation that things just aren't how they're supposed to be.
But then, a moment or an hour or a day or a week later, we get this other sensation that comes over us, this silent but real power that flows through our veins, and it seems to say,
The harmony may be off but the song is gonna keep playin'
And while these notes seem to dance off our hearts we realize in that split second that pain isn't the last word. It may even be a millisecond, but it seems like enough to keep us participating, keep us playing, keep us harmonizing with the song.
So, maybe it's not about being right or wrong.
Maybe it's not about knowing the right answers.
Maybe it's not even about black or white or gray.
Maybe it's about finding out what keeps us as close to the rhythm of the song as we can possibly get.
Maybe it's about finding out how to tap into the flow that seems to keep going no matter what.
I knew that what I was writing had the potential to ruffle some feathers, but the overwhelming response has been one of love, grace, and an open discourse that's been really good.
After reading all the responses, the best phrase I can use to tie it all up (like it can be done that easily) is broken harmony.
Here are some of the phrases that I've extracted from the responses that really point to this idea:
emotionally cross-pollinated
strain of music
missing the major movement
unchristian
perfect world
in the end we're broken
God is bigger than our mistakes and mishaps
In other words, what started out as me testing the waters to see what people would think if I told the truth about a specific situation I'm in,
I was pointed to a deeper reality:
we live in broken harmony.
We live in a world where 300 schoolgirls get kidnapped by terrorists, all at once . . .
and on the other side of the world, at the same time, in Clear Lake Texas, a small church is practicing the discipline of fasting.
And then a friend of mine gets gang-raped by eight men, left for dead with a needle sticking out of her arm. . .
and 30 minutes away, at the same time, a grandmother is sitting with her granddaughter on the floor, just stuck in a state of smiles.
And then there's the middle-aged man, fighting to keep his head above water, fighting for his kids, but just can't seem to keep it all together; and decides to go back to his old ways of hustlin' . . .
while a group of friends sits at Starbucks planning a trip of a lifetime to Hangout Fest 2014.
Broken . . . harmony.
Some of us try so hard to keep everything black and white.
And some of us try our best to keep everything gray.
But no matter what, we can't kick this sensation that things just aren't how they're supposed to be.
But then, a moment or an hour or a day or a week later, we get this other sensation that comes over us, this silent but real power that flows through our veins, and it seems to say,
The harmony may be off but the song is gonna keep playin'
And while these notes seem to dance off our hearts we realize in that split second that pain isn't the last word. It may even be a millisecond, but it seems like enough to keep us participating, keep us playing, keep us harmonizing with the song.
So, maybe it's not about being right or wrong.
Maybe it's not about knowing the right answers.
Maybe it's not even about black or white or gray.
Maybe it's about finding out what keeps us as close to the rhythm of the song as we can possibly get.
Maybe it's about finding out how to tap into the flow that seems to keep going no matter what.
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