We LOVE music at our house. If we’re not playing music. we’re teaching each other music, or learning new music, or harmonizing with TV commercials and household appliances! I’m serious – we might be just a tad bit nutty!
But especially in the car, we love music.
Every once in a while, I break out an older CD and reminisce about how the songs still speak so much to me. For the past week or so I’ve been listening to Casting Crown’s “Come to the Well”, and one of my favorite songs on that album is called “City on a Hill”. It’s gotten all up in my spirit, too, let me tell you. Hold on, I’m about to get deep, folks! (Well, as deep as I get, ha!)
Have you heard it?
Did you hear of the city on a hill?
Said one old man to the other
It once shined bright and it would be shining still
But they all started turning on each other
You see, the poets thought the dancers were shallow
And the soldiers thought the poets were weak
And the elders saw the young ones as foolish
And the rich man never heard the poor man speak
It got me thinking. How often do we, maybe without even realizing it, see someone else who seems to us to be shallow, weak or foolish? And how do we treat those people? Do we talk about them behind their backs? Do we discount others because they don’t have what we do? Or because they don’t act as we think they should act?
And one by one, they ran away
With their made up minds, to leave it all behind
And the light began to fade, in the city on a hill…
Each one thought that they knew better
That they were different by design
Instead of standing strong together
They let their differences divide
This is what amazes me about the human race: we have the potential to do SO much good – but we get caught up in ourselves and what WE thing is best. Instead of celebrating our differences, and the way we each have been gifted or created, we group everyone into their own little categories. And by all means, don’t mess with the categories.
But it was the rhythm of the dancers
That gave the poets life
It was the spirit of the poets
That gave the soldiers strength to fight
It was the fire of the young ones
It was the wisdom of the old
It was the story of the poor man
That needed to be told
I submit this: that it doesn’t matter your age, your size, your talent, your handicap, your race, your IQ, your gifting, your shortcomings or your strengths! It doesn’t matter whether your house is always clean or it’s always dirty! It doesn’t matter whether you’re done with all your shopping a week before a big event, or you have to travel back to the store multiple times!
Celebrate the differences. Celebrate the dancers, the poets, the soldiers, the young and old, the poor and the rich. Look for opportunities to be changed for good by those around you. Don’t you think life would be better for it?
And the Father’s calling still
To the city on the hill
If you’d like to hear the whole song, CLICK HERE!