The peculiar thing about music in the car is I carry about 1300 songs at a time in the cd machine that is the car player. SO that makes it about 63 theoretical days before I hear a song twice. Given that I work roughly 15 days a month, its about 4 months between them songs. Imagine my joy this morning when Speak from the Waiting's UNFAZED collection came on this morning. Heartrate and speed on the rise, I slapped the cruise on and sped through the darkness to the privacy of this keyboard. Its thematic you know, that my mind snapped attentive when this song hit the waves.

Brad sings it this way, from the burning of the bush that refused to be consumed. I am sure a lot of that becomes poetic license, but if it is then there isn't much thought for this note. Here is what I see, the bush, all the angers, hurts and pain that flush over us on an all too daily basis. Some of it we can kick old school, through the strength of our past faith that allows us to solve some of the baby level issues. We are after all AWESOME in our own ways, of the parentship, friendship and fellowship that our kids DEMAND from us.

Drugs, sex, larceny, abandonment, irritating, annoying, grating little expressions of love, or lust. But hip hop hippopotamus we are rocking the metropolis, turned hard love, we overcome, overachieve even. But this isn't yet about the victory but of the bush that defiantly burns in our hearts. I could wax philosophical, but hey, that is what you would expect right? Ok, have yer way, the holy spirit, unquenchable in its desire to be with us strengthening and guiding us through the pitfalls and pratfalls that mark our paths. The uff da, foopahs, that are who we are. The burning in the hearts of the faithful to want to be victorious, who want to seed the pasture and watch the fruits of their labors grow to harvest. Harvest, a speculative time, based on supposition and hope….. yea, THAT, unquenchable yet undeniable burning that brings us to face another crossroad.

Satisfied are ye? But this bush is not the spirit, although I am not sure I understand the difference anymore. But the temptations, problems, worries concerns fears and sins that plague us. The self made promises, made in earnest, fall, fail and crumble leaving us brokenhearted in a stand strong world. Always the first to go, we disappoint and frustrate ourselves most, standing pooled in the tears of our own pity, the tears and the flood threatens to overcome and wash us away. We lay in our loneliness, our sadness, determined to do something, not ever knowing what….. daily, sometimes hourly, our knees weak from the weight of our overburdened hearts, until we sit crying at our failures, distressed in the who we have become, until one steps from the zone of discontent and exposes their vulnerability, taking the chance to be kicked, spawned once again, having the almost slip from the grasp of their hope…… but it is the best we can be, the spirit to want whats better, throbs in the pulse of the song, the burning bush determined to burn forever will, given just the smallest of chances, become the light by which we gain our strength to carry on… the drama of the burning bush rages in all our lives, the desire for freedom rumbles in expectation, but like another of my favorite lyrics of the song wails, about the love of the Savior dying quiet as a lamb….. Subtle yet constant support, the love of a Savior, the love of a friend, a beacon of light, shining through and in the darkness. About half way, I thought, wow, this is one of the mornings where writing is only hampered by my ability to type. I wondered and then dared to look, to find what I had suspected, today the 21, full moon, in three days….the creative tempest surges on these days. Its not that my thoughts are different, it just seems to get on the screen easier…. And that is a good thing.