I had the honor of leading worship for our church this past Sunday. It was so much fun! Not only did I have a great band backing me, I got to sing some of my favorite songs.
One of my absolute favorite songs, What Do I Know of Holy–Addison Road.
I remember the first time I listened to this song. I was in my car, and I had just bought the album. This is the last track, so it took me a while to get to it. But when I did …
How many times has I made promises to God, to try harder, to surrender more, to love more deeply. Only to find myself worn out, embittered, eating cookies on the couch watching Nefllix instead of soaking in the Word. (That’s just an example. I’m not eating cookies. Though I was about to watch something on Netflix…)
It’s so easy to think, “All right–I’ve got it! If I just do A, B, and C, and then pray a little bit more each day, it’ll all work out. God and I are golden.” But that’s just not how it works. I do know all the stories … but guess what–they lose their meaning if I’m not connected to the Storyteller. Those wonderful felt-board stories from Sunday School way back when are just shadows in my mind if I’m not daily walking with the One who dictated those stories, and caused them to be.
“What do I know of holy? What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame? And a God who gives life its name. What do I know of holy? Of the One who the angels praise? All creation knows Your name. On earth and heaven above, what do I know of this love … ?”
So very very little. And I need that reminder every day, because I get up on my high horse and think I’ve got it all figured out. And I truly, truly don’t.