God Speaks in a Song Sometimes

I work hard to hear God’s voice. I feel lost when I can’t hear him. I’m not perfect, not even close, but I desire to be holy. Lately, especially, I feel His absence. I know He is gone because I am focused outward, and my prayer life seems unbalanced. I’ve often asked Him to lead and correct me when I am wrong, and He does. His voice comes in many ways, as a knowing in my heart, awareness, and sometimes in song lyrics.

Two weekends ago my husband and I went to a seafood place about one-and-one-half hours from our home. The week before was a tough one for my family. We coordinated and worked Vacation Bible School at our parish. Even my daughter and her husband traveled 600 miles to be with us for the week. We were tired.

The reason I agreed to coordinate VBS these past two years was to promote youth involvement. It’s a way for youth–even middle school youth–to learn and evangelize, or maybe learn to evangelize, and hold on to their faith in secular environments. It’s not a new technique. The priest who baptized me recruited my husband and me to volunteer at VBS decades ago, even before I was Catholic. I didn’t expect or know in my 20s that I would return as coordinator.

All VBS volunteers wore blue shirts this summer. Lately, every time I leave the house my eyes are drawn to the homeless or idle kids on the roadside. I see them everywhere: in parking lots, on street corners, wearing backpacks, riding bicycles… They are always wearing blue shirts.

As Michael and I drove toward the coast, I noticed yet another “blue shirt” outside my car window. It was a young kid, and he looked down at his wristwatch as we passed. I heard Jesus say to my heart, “You’re late.” (Helping kids “see” Jesus is a theme in my life that began years ago and continues today. I’ll post my “They can’t see Me” experience soon.)

At the restaurant, I drank a beer. I don’t normally drink alcohol, and I felt lightheaded. I said internally to Jesus, “You’ll have to take care of me.” Suddenly, I started craving ice. As I ate the ice from Michael’s drink, the band started playing Neil Young’s Rockin’ in the Free World

There’s colors on the street Red, white and blue

People shufflin’ their feet People sleepin’ in their shoes

But there’s a warnin’ sign on the road ahead

There’s a lot of people sayin’ we’d be better off dead

Don’t feel like Satan, but I am to them

So I try to forget it, any way I can.

Keep on rockin’ in the free world,

Keep on rockin’ in the free world

Keep on rockin’ in the free world,

Keep on rockin’ in the free world.

I see a woman in the night With a baby in her hand

Under an old street light

Near a garbage can

Now she puts the kid away, and she’s gone to get a hit

She hates her life, and what she’s done to it

There’s one more kid that will never go to school

Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool.

Keep on rockin’ in the free world,

Keep on rockin’ in the free world

Keep on rockin’ in the free world,

Keep on rockin’ in the free world.

We got a thousand points of light

For the homeless man

We got a kinder, gentler, Machine gun hand

We got department stores and toilet paper

Got styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer

Got a man of the people, says keep hope alive

Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive.

Keep on rockin’ in the free world,

Keep on rockin’ in the free world

Keep on rockin’ in the free world,

Keep on rockin’ in the free world.

Jesus again with a warning. What was I accomplishing there? What does life mean? What can I do for Him? How small I seemed to Him while focused on self and wants. It’s time to focus on His kingdom growth.

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