I have been listening to Air1, a progressive alternative station related to KLOVE, and today a lyric caught my attention. Closer to Love is a song written by Matt Kearney, and the lyrics begin this way:
She got the call today
One out of the gray
And when the smoke cleared
It took her breath away
She said she didn’t believe
It could happen to me
I guess we’re all one phone call from our knees
The last few years, and especially the last few days I have been reminded how tenuous our lives really are. Researching a job opportunity in Florida I find a church who is grieving the sudden loss of their beloved worship pastor to cancer a month ago. Life goes on and they must begin a search for his replacement, but I can’t help thinking about how hard it must be to look for a replacement while you are still grieving a loss.
This past week my uncle had a stroke and now is barely responsive. His family went to say their goodbyes but no one knows exactly how long he will last.
Indiana concert goers just looking for some fun and an escape from reality at a Sugarland/Sara Bareilles concert got more reality than they bargained for when the staging collapsed. The death toll is now at 5 and the injured more than 40.
We have no control over life or whatever comes our way, and we will never be able to predict the future. We can discuss trends and averages and stereotypes, but we will never really be able to see what is coming. Only the Creator who made us is able to shape the future and redeem the past because he is outside of our reality and is ultimately in control.
Sometimes we see pain coming down the road and we prepare ourselves for it, and rightly we should. When the pain comes though, it still comes as a shock to our system. We are not in control. We do not hold all of the cards.
We are all one phone call from our knees. We will all get a phone call some day, and we will all end up on our knees when the news knocks the wind out of us. Question is, how will you respond? I know I am working hard to keep asking God for help when I hit those spots. I am trying to understand another more encouraging truth:
“The end of me is the beginning of God.” When I have finally completely given up control of my life God can finally begin to do something beautiful in me. Difficult phone calls then become a doorway to a fuller life rather than another nail in my coffin. The voice on the other end is my friend.