Tonight, I remembered what
grace feels like.
And, oh, it is such a beautiful feeling.
After weeks and hours of hard work, the Newman band finally found its stride again.
I finally found my stride again....in music, in faith, in happiness. And the resonance felt was more than my mere words can exemplify.
How can one describe the joy people find what that which they've been craving *so* badly and for *so* long? To truly listen and read and feel one another? To make something that is bigger than ourselves? To resonate with our hearts, the priest, the people in the congregation--to resonate with the night itself? Uggh, there aren't even songs big enough for that.
Tonight, I recalled why I've spent so many years in music ministry. Why *I* am a musician. It is so not about us. It's about all of us putting ourselves out there and just letting God...do His work.
After this horrible and beautiful year, I thought it would be ages before I felt God's Grace again. Before I actually trusted Him or anyone else again. I mean, after losing myself almost completely in a matter of short months last Summer/Fall, I spent the year crawling back--trying desperately to find again who I was. But here I am. Here's "me" again.
In the end, I found "me" in places I didn't expect--places I'd almost entirely abandoned. All I had to do was find my way Home again.
Sure, of course, there was way more to it than that...I had to wander, had to rediscover...had to grow. But the secret (the anecdote, the change) came in reclaiming the silence, the simplicity--the sheer ability to be and let go.
It also came in reclaiming my music, my life, my heart and mind and faith...everything. But also relinquishing it all, too.
"I once was fatherless,a stranger with no hope; Your kindness wakened me, Awakened me, from my sleep.
"Your love it beckons deeply, a call to come and die. By grace now I will come. And take this life, take your life.
"Sin has lost it's power, death has lost it's sting. From the grave you've risen . . . victoriously.
"Into marvelous light I'm running, Out of darkness, out of shame. By the cross you are the truth, You are the life, you are the way.
"My dead heart now is beating, My deepest stains now clean. Your breath fills up my lungs. Now I'm free. now I'm free.
"Sin has lost it's power, death has lost it's sting. From the grave you've risen . . . victoriously.
"Into marvelous light I'm running, . . . Out of darkness, out of shame. . . . By the cross you are the truth, . . . You are the life, you are the way.
"Lift my hands and spin around, See the light that i have found. Oh the marvelous light . . . Marvelous light.
"Lift my hands and spin . . . See the light within..."
--Charlie Hall