Juxtapose

So I'm off to camp tomorrow. I leave with friends my age to spend Wednesday day and night with just them. Hopefully we'll get into the Word together and see wonderful things that get more wonderful every time we read them. I am excited. I feel like I should be more expressive, but right now all I can feel like expressing is peace. Muffed over my ears, forming little rooms of sound, my headphones bring me strains of "The Luckiest." Ben Folds has such a floating and strained voice that reaches into me so that I can't help singing alto along with him, even though I am a soprano. I know everyone else in the room here probably doesn't like hearing my sole alto voice out of the blue, but inside my earphones, I am singing with Ben about how I am, indeed, the luckiest.

I Don't get many things right the first time,
In fact, I am told that a lot.
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls brought me here.
And where was I before the day when I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it every day.
And I know,
That I am,
I am,
I am the luckiest.

What if I'd been born fifty years before you in a house, on the street where you lived?
What if I'd been outside as you passed on your bike,
Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes, I see one pair that I recognize,
And I know,
That I am,
I am,
I am the luckiest.

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you.

Next door, there's an old man who lived till his nineties and one day,
He passed away in his sleep.
And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days and passed away,
I'm sorry I know thats a strange way to tell you that I know,
I am,
I am,
I am the luckiest.

I love this song. It's so beautiful. If I ever fall in love with that boring schmuck of a guy (who I will think is wonderful) that I never thought I'd find, I'll sing this song to him while I accompany myself on my guitar, even though I'm not very good at it. But, that's not really the point of this all. The point is contentment and peace and blessings and glory and righteousness and purity. I know I probably bore whoever is left here with both my poems on repentance and redemption as well as my diatribes on how great the manifold blessings of God are to me. But, I gotta tell you. This stuff is really great. Redemption is truly the theme of my song. It is what allows me to sing. And His blessings are boundless as the grains of sand on the beaches - and moreso. And so, because, I, indeed, have very few interesting things to say that I haven't already said, and also because I wouldn't like to leave my last entry up for a week while I'm gone (although, even in sinful despair, my hope in Jesus is not dead, despite what my words might convey), I will say one thing;

The Christ is more than all. He must be our only contentment, our only anchor. Yet, in our enjoyment of His blessings and fruits, all things pleasurable can be enjoyed to an even fuller extent.