Un-Made

I wonder how many other people besides me listen to a song and begin immediately to imagine and think about what the music video would be.  As the song plays I can see in my mind the different themes and camera shot angles.  Well, it happened to me again yesterday as I was driving home from work.  "The Unmaking" by Nicole Nordeman started playing on my truck radio.  There is a lot in those lyrics that we can tie to our own lives and a lot of scripture to back the lyrics up.  America,  I am confident that we will have to be "unmade" to get back to the point where we worship the creator instead of the created.  Demolition is messy and unpleasant, especially when you are not even aware of how big your creation has gotten because the building process has been so slow and gradual.  We have built walls of government welfare, church denominations, rituals, church growth, skin color, gender identities, and the like.  I am confident this has all been done to satisfy our need to make ourselves gods.  I am as guilty as anyone else. In this season of my life, I have fallen into the trap of focusing on my career, my family, and my growth.   This isn't a call for us to do anything except; READ THE BIBLE and PRAY.  Get by yourself and meditate on the Word of God.  Examine and judge your own heart according to God's standard and not the world's.  I am praying for you!

 I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world. John 16:33

Matthew, Chapter 6

Psalm 25

THE UNMAKING LYRICS

This is where the walls gave way

This is demolition day

All the debris, and all this dust

What is left of what once was

Sorting through what goes and what should stay

Every stone I laid for You

As if You had asked me to

A monument to Holy things

Empty talk and circling

Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do

What happens now

When all I’ve made is torn down

What happens next

When all of You, is all that’s left

This is the unmaking

The beauty in the breaking

Had to lose myself

To find out who You are

Before each beginning

There must be an ending

Sitting in the rubble

I can see the stars

This is the unmaking

The longer and the tighter that we hold

Only makes it harder to let go

But love will not stay locked inside

A steeple or a tower high

Only when we’re broken, are we whole

What happens now

When all I’ve made is torn down

This is the unmaking

The beauty in the breaking

Had to lose myself

To find out who You are

Before each beginning

There must be an ending

Sitting in the rubble

I can see the stars

This is the unmaking

This is the unmaking

I’ll gather the same stones where

Everything came crashing down

I’ll build You an altar there

On the same ground

‘Cause what stood before

Was never Yours

This is the unmaking

The beauty in the breaking

Had to lose myself

To find out who You are

Before each beginning

There must be an ending

Sitting in the rubble

I can see the stars

This is the unmaking

This is the unmaking

Oh, this is the unmaking

Had to lose myself

To find out who You are