Mason and I were watching this video last night (Go watch the video NOW.  Seriously, the post won’t really make sense without watching it first, so scoot.), and I was struck by several things.

  1. the kid knows most of the lyrics.  It was the first time I had really digested the meat from the verses of this song, thanks to this little guy.  What amazing prose, imagery, and an incredibly intimate encounter with our God!
  2. the kid is PASSIONATELY singing, and pretty focused on it.  Love that drive.
  3. this kid has to know they are watching him…there’s no way you miss the camera recording you in an enclosed space like that…and he doesn’t care.  It never stops him from his worship.  How often do we allow people looking at us (and what we think they “may” be thinking about us) stop us from worshiping God just as we are?  Personally, this is why I often sing/pray/reflect during public worship experiences with my eyes closed.  It’s just how I stay focused and block out the people around me.
  4. the kid is singing a little off-key; yet, he is belting the melody as fervently and loudly as he can.  Am I willing to express myself to the Lord exactly the way God created me, imperfections and all?   Let Him show His glory through every aspect of your life: He wants to display Himself through ever strand!

I saw this video last night, and as you have read, was prompted by it.  Back Story: (actually, mid-story because it happened between watching that last night and what happened late this afternoon.)  Mason has driven me to and from school the last two days.  Thursday was out of necessity because he needed the car to drive to an interview.  Today was out of pleasure because he enjoyed the ride with me so much on Thursday.  He was driving me home from work today, and we hadn’t traveled a mile from the campus when, as we approached a stop sign and crosswalk, something strange happened-I will not be describing it here because I am not a boy, don’t really understand vehicles, and cannot quite communicate the details.  haha!

Needless to say, there was no more driving the car at that point.  As soon as we were able to, he hopped out, I crawled over to the driver’s side, and we maneuvered the car onto the residential street just around the corner.  As soon as we got it safely parked, I realized that I had left my cell phone at the school!  We laughed, and Mason started calling friends to help us out.  Within 15 minutes we had a ride home, towing and repair arranged.

As Mason and I went to deliver car keys so that our now broken down vehicle could be towed, we were listening to “How He Loves” by David Crowder Band.  We pumped up the volume, and both sang along at the top of our voices in bumper-to-bumper traffic.  I visualized the little boy singing as I reflected on the words.  The lyrics meant so much more to me this afternoon than they had previously.  As Mason put it, everything comes in threes: Wednesday-his grandma passed away; Thursday-he had a job interview and didn’t get it; Friday-car breaks down.

Funny thing, we predicted last weekend that the car would break down.  Just ask Danielle. My thought: one more way God wants to show Himself and provide for us during this time.

Cool thing, we broke down on a calm, quiet road while Mason was driving.  Not on a highway, not during rush hour traffic, not during school zone hours, not while I was alone driving.   What detailed provision…How He Loves Us!

“He is jealous for me,

Loves like a hurricane,

I am a tree,

Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.

When all of a sudden,

I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,

And I realise just how beautiful You are,

And how great Your affections are for me.

And oh, how He loves us so, Oh how He loves us, How He loves us all

Yeah, He loves us, Oh! how He loves us, Oh! how He loves us, Oh! how He loves.

We are His portion and He is our prize,

Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,

If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.

And Heaven meets earth like an unforseen kiss,

And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,

I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,

When I think about, the way…”