a little David Wilcox theology

I was emailing with a good friend today - we've been having an ongoing conversation the past several weeks about what's happening in our lives right now & how/where the Lord is at work in the midst of that. These conversations have included much laughter, listening, processing, question-asking, and Truth-sharing. I am indeed richly blessed to have friends like this one to journey through life with.

Anyway, in her most recent email my friend referred to God as the Author of her story - and the One who is best-qualified to write it. (And I know she's not just saying that - she really means it, which reflects her honesty, wisdom, and teachable spirit. Such a good example for me.) Her thoughts reminded me of one of my very favorite David Wilcox songs (who - if I had to choose - is probably my very favorite artist). The lyrics use a similar analogy and reflect so many of my own thoughts, as well as so much of the Truth that I need to be reminded of and living into each day.

Show the Way, by David Wilcox

You say you see no hope, you say you see no reason
We should dream

that the world would ever change
You're saying love is foolish to believe
'Cause there'll always be some crazy with an Army or a Knife
To wake you from your day dream,

put the fear back in your life...

Look, if someone wrote a play just to glorify
What's stronger than hate,

would they not arrange the stage
To look as if the hero came too late

he's almost in defeat
It's looking like the Evil side will win, so on the Edge

Of every seat, from the moment that the whole thing begins
It is...

Chorus:
Love who makes the mortar
And it's love who stacked these stones
And it's love who made the stage here
Although it looks like we're alone
In this scene set in shadows
Like the night is here to stay
There is evil cast around us
But it's love that wrote the play...
For in this darkness love can show the way

So now the stage is set.

Feel your own heart beating
In your chest. This life's not over yet.
so we get up on our feet and do our best.

We play against the Fear.

We play against the reasons not to try
We're playing for the tears burning in the happy angel's eyes
For it's...

Chorus

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