Hear the Music
I watched a pretty good movie tonight and was thinking it seems a bit like my life. The weird, skinny guy fighting his personal issues is actually the protagonist. But why do the moments in my life seem so inconsequential? Something about the music in the sound track makes the situations ideal, universal, and eternal.
If i could just hear God’s sound track to my life, would i remember that every moment is part of an ideal, universal, eternal story? Would I still let them down If i believed that my story was seen by thousands of audience members hoping to find a hero to believe in- or at least just hoping the good guy will do the right thing when he thinks no one is watching?
If you’re watching now, i need to say i’m sorry. So sorry. I make a terrible hero. I don’t even think I’m the good guy. Please, Jesus, sing to me the music. You are my only hope. Remind me of your plot. Change me and make me into a good guy again. You are my rescuer. You can redeem my character. You are my turning point. You are my Aslan, my Superman, my William Wallace dying for me. Save me. You are my only hero.