Justin Bieber

I heard Justin Bieber singing for his friend Dan. I thought about how we focus on the famous people so much that we miss the whole group of musicians that play background to the star. We don’t like Justin Bieber’s music just because it is only Justin Bieber’s voice we hear. It’s the whole package that we like. All the musicians and engineers and everyone who comes together to make one song.

In the same way in life, we need each other. We are better when we are part of something bigger than just being the Lone Ranger of our little isolated island. Heck, even the Lone Ranger had a sidekick. The producers probably knew a show about a man wandering around truly on his own was nothing.

We gotta learn how to be with people. How to appreciate how what they have sings right along with what we have.

That being said, not every key on the piano sounds good with every other key. But together, played by a master, we belong on the same day and eventually need each other in some way.

Harmony. Harmonize. Breathe. And let each other be. Don’t ruin it by taking it to the extreme. You know what I mean.

Lucky

I was thinking this evening about how it probably wasn’t just luck or coincidence that Ruth ended up in her Redeemer’s field. How do we then balance the tension between recognizing Divine coordination and reading too much into things?

I have had many instances in my life where my paths crossed with someone else with such specificity to my situation that I just cannot accept it as purely random, a manifestation of positive thinking, or related to attraction theories. There seems to be something much bigger happening.

And yet we know God is not a puppet master. He Created us to create. To make our own decisions. I don’t feel like I have the space I need in my mind to fully appreciate or understand the dance between His omnipotence and our free will. I can spend hours analyzing the nuances of my every step as they pertain to this question. Or I can live. And trust. Like a child. That kind of knowing settles in where it needs to go only through experience. Not endless education.

We are invited into relationship. I feel confident that we are also invited to participate in this Divine Dance, as some refer to it.

There used to be a country song that I heard but cannot recall right now. It had a lyric that basically was: she wants to know how the song ends before she starts to dance. We can get stuck there. I’ll say it as long as I live: perfect love casts out fear.

Here I’ve been trying to know as much as possible all my life. Endless preparations and rehearsals. Over the years more and more of what I was so sure I knew feels like best guesses for the most part.

Now it is becoming clearer to me that the only thing I really need to know and can know for sure is God. That’s it.