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Heaven on Earth, Part 2

June 29, 2008

There’s just nothing like holding a guitar in your hands and just letting the music come to your fingertips. In those moments all of your emotions can come out however they want. It’s almost uncontrollable, but it’s a catharsis, a release. Hours can pass without you knowing it. And in honor of those moments — the moments when you get a glimpse of Heaven on Earth — I give you my guitar.

If you notice, there’s actually one broken string on my guitar, which is absolutely demoralizing whenever it happens. But it’s very fitting in this setting, so bear with me.

Several months ago when I was just beginning my journey with my Athens Church community group, our leader gave us all blank sheets of paper and pens. He told us to draw a picture of our current relationship with God. Seemed like a pretty elementary exercise, but it worked. My picture was of a beat-up acoustic guitar with three broken strings. And since that night I’ve steadily (read: two steps forward, one step back) worked to restring those broken strings and return the “guitar” to its former working order.

It’s an apt analogy the more that I think about it because the guitar had once been shiny and new, invigorating and energizing. And that typifies my continued relationship with God. I’ve been there before, in the “shiny and new” phase, the phase where you’re simply on fire. Exuberant. Overjoyed. When all the strings were tight and the music was playing every day. For no other reason except that you feel so close to the Savior.

But that was many years ago in high school, and the years have loosened and broken a few strings since then. Life has come with its distractions, and I’ve gotten wrapped up in them far too many times. But in these past few months, months when I have decided to pursue a deeper relationship, it’s very reassuring to know that I’ve been there before. That there’s still a foundation under there somewhere. That I can do it, no matter how difficult it seems in each single moment.

So that’s where I’m at now: restringing the guitar and trying to play the beautiful music of my life. The key is realizing that I am not the conductor, but He is instead. And he can compose some very, very beautiful music for sure.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Erica permalink
    June 30, 2008 4:37 am

    I saw the link to your blog on status updates (yea, don’t judge me, everybody’s a creeper!), and something made me click it. I just wanted to say that your last few posts are really well-written and very encouraging. Great analogy with the guitar. I kinda laughed when I read the part about having a stronger faith in high school… we had it SO good. Anyway, just wanted to say that I enjoyed reading that. Hope your internship is going well this summer. Ttyl ET!

  2. June 30, 2008 11:21 pm

    Glad you enjoyed it, creeper! Oh high school, we did have it so good. And I’m only now beginning to realize it. Thanks for reading! Check back sometime, and I hope your summer’s going great!

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