Verse 1

Who am I? I don’t remember. Time keeps passing by. I find myself in mid winter, a haze covers my eyes. I walk down this road now, no one is here to feel my pain. But, I know I have to keep moving on and I will see the sun again. I will see the sun again.

Chorus

Carry on. Carry on. Put one foot in front of the other. Carry on. Carry on. What else have I to do? What else have I to do?

Verse 2

No I don’t know where I am going. I just can’t go where I’ve been. The winds of change keep blowing on and on. I don’t know where I’ll land. I have hope that there is more than this, that this life has more to give. One day I will make it through this dead land. I will finally start to live. I will finally start to live.

Chorus (3x)

I don’t know if I was ready for it. It hit me this week that my role has reversed. I used to be the young one. I used to be the newbie. I’m…not any more.

I have been working at home for the past 5 weeks. I was on a team video chat the other day and one of our newer guys was talking about how he hasn’t had his hair cut in a while. I told him my hair looked like that in 1995. His response? He wasn’t born yet.

Tonight I was on the phone with an older friend I used to work with. I relayed the story above and he told me, we’ve all been there. And it’s true. I just didn’t see it coming.

The roles have reversed. I am now the older one. I have to be the example. I get to help others. Wait, this isn’t so bad. This is the way it’s supposed to be.

I was driving through town a while back and something odd struck me. As I ventured down a street I don’t usually take I came across a church marquee that made me scratch my head. It simply said this: We sing hymns. Now to many I am sure that this is not a statement too worthy of note, but to me being an avid attendee of my church, this statement rubbed me wrong. Not that hymns are bad. I rather like them. It made me curious as to the message that this church, or the person who put the letters on the sign, was trying to get across.

In three words I was taken back to the argument that has plagued churches over the last many years about which is better: praise choruses, or hymns. I have heard both sides of this time and time again. So much so that I am now sick of the argument, because I realized that the argument in itself does more damage than good. Isn’t the whole point that we are bringing our praises and our adoration to a God who is worthy?

The church sign has bothered me ever since, not because of the argument that it is presenting. It bothers me that this is what that church chose to say to all of the people that drove by. It is not inviting. It is not intriguing. It is almost…condescending.

Another sign I passed not too long ago said this: Has America blessed God? Now here is a whole other issue that we can talk about inside of the walls of the church. As a nation how have we strayed from the path God has laid out for us? What can we do to get back on the path we need to be on? However, this is not a topic that is going to draw people into the church. I know if I were the prospective attendee I would not set foot in the building because I had already felt the guilt on the sign outside.

Another sign I pass by from time to time has political messages on them. They are religiously political. Again, how is this helping people? How does this draw one into a meaningful relationship with their Creator? To an unbelieving world doesn’t it look more like religious and political positioning than a concern for the eternal? It seems to me that Jesus is controversial enough. Why do we need to add to the controversy?

In the book of John we see a statement from Christ that I seem to find missing from the messages these marquees have given me. John 13:35 says this: This is how everyone will recognize that you are my disciples–when they see the love you have for each other. (The Message)

Do people honestly know that we love them? Not that we are trying to convert them. Not that we are trying to save their souls. Not that they are sinners in need of God. Do people know that we have love for them? Do they know that their Creator loves them desperately?

I think it would be a fair statement to say that people in Jesus time knew that He loved them. Those He spoke with. Those He healed. Those He called friends. They knew the love Jesus had for them. They seemed to know that no matter where He found them, He loved them. He did not love the sin He found them in, but He loved them.

The word Christian implies that we are being like Christ. We are bearers of His image. Come to think of it, we were made in His image. When people look at us they should see an image of something more. What image has the church been giving off? We sing hymns. Has America blessed God? Political rants? Where is the love?

There are other signs I have been by that make me want to walk in the front doors of the building because I know there is life inside the doors. One sign simple said this: Mr. and Mrs. So and So (of course this isn’t their real names) welcome to the family. You could feel the love pouring off the sign.

Another sign said this: We are praying for you. Driving by I thought, for me? They don’t know my name specifically, but they are praying for me because God knows my name. He knew I would see the sign. They prayed for me.

It is quite possible that I have asked more questions in all of this than provided answers. I want people to know when they see me that God’s love is in my heart for them. I don’t have to know them. I just want to love them like God does.

Every once in a while you read something that unsettles you. I recently read Do The Work by Steven Pressfield. It is a challenging little book. It is a great read. One line stuck out and bit me.  Mr Pressfield states that he didn’t have a thought of his own until he was 30.  Every thought he had until that time was most likely a regurgitation of things he learned from his family, school, etc, etc.

It sent me on a journey into my own mind to see if I have done the same thing. Most people want to believe that they are self made. They want to believe that the thoughts and information and decisions residing in their heads  came from deligent study and rigorus application of what was learned. For some this is true at a young age. For the rest of us, I don’ think this is so. Many times we don’t know why we believe what we say we believe. We spend our lives filling our heads full of other peoples thoughts? Why is this?

We live in an age where information is hurled at us in a constant stream. We are so inundated that it is hard to take a moment to process everything that has come our way. It is hard to have an original thought and form an opinion on many things because the noise won’t stop long enough to let us start. I am not the only one this happens to right? Good. I didn’t think so.

So, what do you do if you find your mind full of thoughts that are not your own? If you examine your dominant thoughts and you don’t think they sound like you, it is time to take a break. An information break. There isn’t much new stuff out there anyway. It is time to take a few days and rest. What are your sources of information? Disconnect them for a few days. Let your mind go clear. When it does, you can start to think for yourself.

What do you believe in? What do you value? Who do you love? What do you want to be when you grow up? It is questions like these that help you make the most of your days. They shape the way you see the world and how you spend your time. Life comes into focus. The days are more meaningful. You can live them to the full because you know what you stand for. Until you can clear all the noise out of your head and have some thoughts of your own, this isn’t going to happen. Original thoughts won’t come. That is a shame too. The world needs more original thinkers.