What makes a person forget how to sing? Sometimes it is just a lack of practice. Everyone who has been a believer for more than 10 years would probably agree that the months and years directly following their conversion, if they had a conversion experience, some just always believed and couldn't name a moment, that those times were golden. They remember singing, they remember staying up late with their Bibles, they remember taking notes on Sundays, they remember trying to convert all of their friends with very limited success, they remember not caring what others thought about their conversion, they remember not having any thoughts other than those of their new King. I remember those days vividly and treasure them beyond anything else.
But sometimes the gold can't stay.
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
--Robert Frost--
But when I say that, I mean only memories, only precious times that seem so innocent, when you yourself seemed so innocent. Not that the gold that is God ever goes anywhere, but the way we experience it changes over time just like a love that you have with your spouse changes over time. It doesn't go away, it doesn't diminish, it just changes, it gets better.
Years later, after you have experienced further learning, sat through and participated in so many debates, watched so many believers slander each other, been beaten down and discouraged, laughed at, been hurt by the church, dragged through the world and all it's temptations, the gold loses it's luster a little...or a lot for some.
Sometimes we stop singing for a while, then next time a while longer, until we haven't sang in years. It isn't like riding a bike, you don't just shape up and be full of joy. It is God given. It comes with prayer. It comes with brokenness.
We have so much to sing about, we should practice.
Sing.
Migrate.
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That was great Adam. I love that poem too...
ReplyDeleteLast time I sung about Jesus in your presence you were not happy about it. And my mom forgot how to ride a bike. You should give her lessons on how to fall off the bike with grace.
ReplyDeleteHi Adam,
ReplyDeleteI really liked your post. I know I can personally relate.
The poem reminded me of The Outsiders, I found this and thought you might like it too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUfFTfMjj5c&NR=1
Renee
Oh my gosh. This post is the best post I have read in a very long time.
ReplyDeleteThx Courtney!
ReplyDeleteLove Frost. Great post.
ReplyDeleteStay gold Ponyboy
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