Thursday, June 21, 2012
The Music of My Life
The Lord is my
strength and my song; He is my Savior.
(Psalm 118)
So often in Scripture God challenges us: know and do the will of your heavenly
Father. This I wish to do with my life,
as I’m sure you also wish to do. But
like heaven, just knowing the destination doesn’t get us there. All those worries along the way may distract
us from the route.
Our life is meant to be a song of praise to God, and we should
want to play the music He has written for us.
That is doing His will. But we
are so like children: we see what we
want and, well, we WANT it. But we
forget the basic instructions that our parents gave us for most anything we might
want: You can have it, but …. There always was that “but.” Sometimes that “but” was to encourage me to
work harder for something, and sometimes it was to limit my ability to chase
after my dreams of heaven here on earth --- my, “I want it now.” I remember that sometimes I thought my
parents were mean: “You could just give
me what I want.”And sometimes I thought, “If you don’t give it to me, then you
don’t love me.” I was a silly child to
think those things; I knew better. I
knew my parents always loved me. I know
my God does also. And if sometimes they
make things hard, it is to teach me a lesson.
If I wish to do
anything well in my life --- if I wish heaven, I must work for it. That was the primary “but” my parents taught
me, and that lesson applies to things of God also. He could give us anything, but it will be
better and more appreciated if we work for it.
If we wish to play good music, we must study, and practice,
practice, practice, and practice. And we
must seek out advice and welcome criticism from ones who know and play better
music than us. Likewise, if we wish to
be saints, we must look to the saints to advise us on how to do that.
And if you become proficient and can play beautiful music,
even that is not enough. If you wish to
stand out, if you wish to be noticed and remembered, you will need to find and
play extremely well, THAT tune, that
one tune that when people hear it played they think: “That’s his tune.” Frank Sinatra sang “Chicago.” Barbara Streisand sang “People.” Mantovani played “Charmaine.” St. Thomas Aquinas wrote “Summa Theologica.” These were music played by them like no one
else; music it seems that only THEY were meant to play, the music of their
life.
We all have a song to play with our life, our song, written
for us by God. If we can learn it,
practice it, hear it in our hearts played as He would love to hear it played,
how He wrote it to be played, we will be associated with that song for all eternity. We will be remembered; He will remember.
We can be the music that God hums for all eternity, the song
that He can’t get out of His mind. And
when He hums this favorite tune, He will think of us. There was a Big Band leader called Wayne
King, and his theme song was entitled: “The Melody of Love.” I think he perhaps stole that name, for it
sounds like the name of our song, but he did not steal the music we would play,
no not the music. The music of our life
was written uniquely for us, and it is up to us to find it and play it, and use
it to give glory to the God who wrote it for us.
We all would like to do something with our life so that we
are remembered, so that our life will have been important. If we do God’s will for us, play the music
intended for us, we will fit within the symphony of all life He created. We are a unique piece in that orchestra, like
a piece in a puzzle. We may think we are
independent and do not matter, but for each unique piece of a puzzle there is
another piece, or pieces, which uniquely fits with us, and only us.
We matter, if we become who we were created to be. And we will be remembered not only here on
earth, but in all eternity, where we will know that our piece helped complete a
picture of beauty, a melody of love.
The music of our life has been written; it is just waiting
for us to find it and begin. Then we can
go on forever, playing our song, living our life, with a love like no other
love, in harmony with God, the maestro of our life.
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You wax eloquent in this post. I really enjoyed it, because it touched me.
ReplyDeleteIt was a genuine relief contrasting with all the political opinions I read, which was a waste of time. How much better if I'd spent my time listening to 'my melody of love' written especially for me.
Thanks
I write easily about The Melody of Love, because it has special meaning for me. I think I wrote once about that, that song which was the opening music for an all-night radio show out of WGN radio, Chicago. I listened to that music and song, along with the host's (Franklin MacCormack)reading of poetry. It was so beautiful; I have never heard another show like it. For three years, as I worked my way through college, I worked the midnight shift and listened to that program, knowing that my father who was working on another railroad at the same time was also listening. It formed a connection between us, and once in a while we called to comment about a particular song or poem. Those are memories I will never forget.
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