4 minutes.

Here I am again. This has been a place of stretching for me over the last 170 word offerings. This stretching is good for my soul. What is the stretching? Trying to offer words about how my soul is moved by Trinity. Primarily to myself. I don't feel like I can't. Sometimes I just have a sense that I can't quite use words to fully express the depths of what I'm feeling in my soul. I'm aware that our soul capacity is eternity. The bible book of Ecclesiastes tells us that God has placed eternity in our hearts and that we can't yet fully understand it or fathom it. That doesn't mean that the capacity isn't there though. I believe that the capacity of eternity is within us. That is partly why we can acknowledge something to be so raw and gripping of our soul even though we can't fully mouth the impact. That is the familiar place I'm in again this morning.
And I want it.
The eternal capacity that has been sewn into our soul living is relational. It is about relationship with PAPA impacting every other relationship that we ever encounter. From the intense, unfading beauty alive in Lea to our friend in the check out line at Kroger. All of this relating belongs. And before I truly even dig in this morning, I know that relationship is why I am fighting to place words here to remind my own soul that Jesus is bigger. Jesus is brighter. I'm writing these words because I love Jesus and because I love Parke. Relationship.
These details are important to me. They don't have to matter to you. You have details that impact you the way these do me. That's on purpose. That is because of relationship. These details are the history. Linkin Park and smoking youth pastors. Screamo bands and London trips. Brothers and parents. Stirring music and Granddaddy. Parke has impacted my days. My friend Parke is a part of a band called Colony House. Two days ago I came upon words from Parke's wife describing her heart about new music that Colony House is currently releasing. Her words about this music were "music that is bigger than just music". Her words stirred me. I immediately searched for the song and played it and played it and played it, over and over and over again. And wept while I watched and listened. And kept weeping. I was stirred. Last week I wrote about being stirred about church. This week I'm writing about being stirred, period. This song, these lyrics, this sound, this friendship, stirs me. It just does.
And I want it.
"And when the world is weighing on your shoulder,
When the sorrow's heavy on your soul,
Carry on and sing it like a soldier,
Saying, 'Come on, Come on,
We're gonna make it home'."
Men and women, students and children living life in the guts of the battle. Goodbyes and drowning in alcohol and diseased brains and sexual perversion and relational conflict and depression and disillusionment and bitter marriages and shallow living and 'I don't give a damn'. All real stuff. All real hard. For many, real familiar at some point along the way. Or today. And right in the middle of the guts of the battle, our soul stirs. Not our own stirring. Somehow. SomeOne. Some Light. Everybody's looking for some light. A soldier is in the guts of this battle living, blood dripping from soul wounds. You realistically don't think you'll make it. Not drama words for a post. Real life hurt and struggle.You're face down in the mire of this battle living. You hear a voice call out. Quiet at first. Then steadily stronger. "Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on."
"We're gonna make it home."
Home.
And I want it.
You're in the guts of this battle living.
Blood is dripping from soul wounds.
And we hear our big Brother saying....."Come on. Come on. You're gonna make it home."
It will take you 4 minutes to watch and listen. You're invited.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAOxtVKFQyw
(or search for Colony House, "Looking for some Light")
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