3rd Floor Balcony

You dance over me while I am unaware
You sing all around but I never hear the sound...
Lord I'm amazed by you, how you love me

As I think back on a whole bunch of years in youth ministry, and as I think about this graduating bunch of snot-nosed highschoolers, and as I see the attitudes of young, seemingly religious folk, I can't help but feel that most of us haven't a clue.

But I can't help but rejoice because there was a time when we were all blind and still, yet still, this place called us home. We were bitter, bitter kids. We thought we were smarter, better. We were so cynical. Some of us left of our own accord, some of us just complained a bit too loudly and never lifted a finger. And some of us even stayed and implemented our version of heaven. And as I look back now, I can still hear... greater love has no one than this, that one lays down their life for their friends.

This is it, isn't it? The ones who know, who believe, they can sing the truth of this song because they remember when this song was true, and now it's meaning has spirit. That it's a two-part episode, summaried to a few scant lines. That our story, every story, starts in a garden and a turning to selfishness. But only some stories find the truth. It is those few that amaze me.

And for the story of everyone else? Well, we continue to dance and sing, and wait.

You dance over me while I am unaware
You sing all around but I never hear the sound...
Lord I'm amazed by you, how you love me