I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but I'm kind of picky when it comes to music.
I like what I like.
I don't like what I don't like.
When I don't like something but it has a good beat, I'll listen to it at the gym.
But only at the gym.
I like this. It's called 'What Do I Know of Holy' by a band called Addison Road (which has probably been around for years).
I At least like the lyrics… I've only actually heard it one time and I can't really remember the tune (as a matter of fact, I keep singing the name of the band to the tune of Allison Road by Counting Crows which is now stuck in my head). This section in particular kind of hit me over the head:
What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?
I guess I thought that I had figured You out
I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about
How You were mighty to save
Those were only empty words on a page
Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be
The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees
What would my reaction be if I literally caught a glimpse of the Lord? Would I have the same reaction as Isaiah? Woe to me, for I am ruined. What do I really even know? Am I jaded in how I really listen to God because I think I know all the stories? Because I was taught the words on the page? Because I hear how God is mighty to save?
Do I not allow myself to be broken because I think I know the answers?