I have a friend who’s a disc jockey on a Christian radio station, so I tune in every now and then just out of politeness.
It’s not really my thing. Too many songs try to cram an inspirational message into a tune that just doesn’t fit it, and you hear the phrase “blood of the lamb” way too often. (I think it’s an easy phrase to rhyme– that’s why there are so many country songs about Tennessee.)
But, every now and then, I get a really good song that makes it worth my while.
This one sort of evokes the spirit of the 60s. I appreciate a good call to action.
I hope you enjoy it.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
David Wilkie suggests replacing the word “love” with your own name. Read it again; how does it sound?
One time a relative stopped by the house– I’ll call her “Kathy,” because that was her name– complaining that her life was seriously out of balance and she didn’t know what to do.
I suggested she sit quietly.
She immediately burst out into loud, sustained cackles, because the very idea of sitting quietly was so patently absurd to her.
We live in a world that never gives us a quiet moment. Cell phones, radios, television and movies, angry talk shows, gaudy billboards; they all seem to be conspiring to keep us distracted and occupied.
The pursuit of happiness is making us all miserable.
In the original draft of the Declaration of Independence, by the way, it was worded “the pursuit of property.” Americans have been brainwashed to believe those are the same things.
Kathy continues to be miserable, drama and chaos surrounding her like the winds of a hurricane.
And I still believe if she would just sit still, she could change her life.
And I believe that if enough of us just sat still, we could start a revolution.
We could heal this planet.
I took my 87-year-old father to the drug store today, where he bought my 81-year-old mother a Valentine’s card and a box of candy.
When we got home he hid them in his underwear drawer.
Excerpt from Goodbye Mr. Chips by James Hilton, ©1934:
She made him, to all appearances, a new man; though most of the newness was really a warming to life of things that were old, imprisoned, and unguessed. His eyes gained sparkle; his mind, which was adequately if not brilliantly equipped, began to move more adventurously. The one thing he had always had, a sense of humor, blossomed into a sudden richness to which his years lent maturity. He began to feel a greater sureness…
I like it that she didn’t really change him, just awakened aspects that had lain dormant.
Goodbye Mr. Chips is in the public domain in most of the world, but not the United States. If you live outside of the United States, you can download a free copy HERE.