I’ve done a sad amount of story writing this past week, and what I do have is either full of spoilers or not particularly well-written (the latter is probably mostly me being self-conscious, but whatever), so instead you’re getting the beginning of a blog post I shared Friday on the group blog I’m part of, Our Mind Palace. I’ll link to the full post at the end.
I don’t like letting go of things. Any of my close friends can back me up on this. I hate relinquishing any sense of control, even if I know that I don’t really have control of a thing and it’s hurting me to hold onto it and I can’t actually do anything about said thing. It’s not even easy to hang on to the things I have no control over; it would be so much easier to just “let go and let God.” But do I? Nope.
Something that has helped me to some degree with this is listening to and thinking about the lyrics of Come Alive from The Greatest Showman. That soundtrack has some seriously deep lyrics. The part of Come Alive that’s most meaningful to me in this case – and overall, in fact – is the first verse. I’m just going to share pieces of it, because I’m pretty sure I’d get in copyright trouble if I posted the whole verse, but you should listen to the song or look up the lyrics for the full affect.
You stumble through your days, got your head hung low… Like a zombie in a maze, you’re asleep inside but you can shake awake. ‘Cause you’re just a dead man walking, thinking that’s your only option… Leave behind your narrow mind and never be the same. Come alive…
And that’s only a section. Funny story, at youth group a few months ago my small group leader was talking about how now that we’re saved we’re no longer dead, but she accidentally said “undead,” and then corrected herself and said we’re not zombies. Well my best friend and I immediately started mutter-singing that line of Come Alive and whispering about how a lot of Christians actually are like zombies; we know we’re saved, there’s no denying that, but we’re not living like it. We’re more like zombies, half-dead, or even mostly dead (for all you Princess Bride fans).
Another line of Come Alive says “And you know you can’t go back again to the world that you were living in…” That should be our life as Christians.