Monday’s Music

I’m forgiven, because you were forsaken
I’m accepted, you were condemned
I’m alive and well, your spirit is within me
Because you died and rose again

Amazing love, how can it be
That you my king would die for me
Amazing love, I know it’s true
It’s my joy to honor you
~Hillsong United

Never before have I fully understood or appreciated the stark contrast of what these words meant, or the impact that they SHOULD have on my life. What I have, compared to what Christ gave.
I’m alive and well…. Because you died and rose again.
Wow.
Let’s let that truth permeate the walls we have put up. Let it seep into the cracks of our existence, and shatter what resistance we have to living the way we are called too.
When did I stop living with this as my magnificent obsession (to quote another of Christian Music’s greatest, Steven Curtis Chapman)?
I used to sing this song in church all the time. Since we have moved, however, I have only heard it on the radio and when it comes on shuffle on my iPod.
At the end of the song, the words change a little.
Amazing love, how can it be
That you my king would die for me
Amazing love, I know it’s true
It’s my joy to honor you
 
In all I do, I honor you.
Far too many times, I sang those words without meaning them. And I have lived my life without meaning it.
I have said and done things that made my witness questionable. How is that at all honoring God?
The harsh reality is,  it isn’t.
When I don’t do my best in school because I would rather watch Psych than study, when I speed driving down 27 because I slept in, which is oh so easy to do (for cruise control, I am eternally grateful), when I snap at Al for making loud smacky noises when he is chewing (a pet peeve of mine), when I read my Bible quicker than I should because I would rather be reading something else, when I lie about what I ate when Mom was in the basement scrapbooking. . . . all choices I make on a fairly regular basis, that in no way, shape, or form, Honor God. At all.
That is the realization that I made yesterday  listening to 91.9 a little louder than maybe was smart. Mercy, I have a weakness for Christian radio. Anyone feeling me here? Or maybe it is just a Ferguson thing. Hmmmm.
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We are told in Mark, “But among you, IT WILL BE DIFFERENT! … For even the Son of Man came not to be served, but to serve, and to offer His life as a sacrifice for many.”
It’s time to live the way I was commanded too.

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