Blog 37—THE LOVE SERIES (Part 5)—Please Don't Break My Heart!
I hear an opening bar or chord of a song and I’m 12, 16, 18, 20 something … again.
It’s not just pop music … Classical has it too;
William Tell Overture—Gioachino Rossini
Minuet in G Major—J S Bach
Symphony #5—Ludwig van Beethoven (Da, da, da, daaaaaaaa)
Music transports me. It’s a time machine.
Decades later a song comes over the radio and the passion rises, memories come flooding back.
Music is the bookmark of my life.
Sad songs say so much
It’s the songs associated with sadness, loss and hopelessness that often seem to linger and leave bitter-sweet memories.
Why is that?
Perhaps you can relate to what I’m saying.
Max is a New Zealand singer-songwriter, well-loved and respected within the Australian and New Zealand music industries.
Slipping Away, a simple and repetitive song about a boy watching the girl he loves succumb to the charms of another man.
The passion, the sadness is palpable.
Baby I’ve been watching you, watching everything you do
I could associate with the lyrics and the music though simple was very effective.
It was my song and my girl, but sung by another man.
I loved her with a passion I’d never experienced before and I thought she loved me too.
and I just can’t help but feeling someone else is stealing you away from me.
Over time I had an inkling that something was going on …
something others were aware of but afraid to disclose.
I see it written in your eyes and you confirm it with your lies.
A look or glance, a smile or an excuse not to go out. The evidence grew, but I was either too trusting or blind not to notice that she seemed more interested in my best friend than she was of me.
I didn’t want to believe it, this was not the way things were supposed to turn out, especially when you consider that I was the one who had introduced them.
Friends didn’t treat each other that way.
Though the web you weave can hold me I would rather that you told me where you want to be.
This part wasn’t particularly true.
Although life was hell at the time I didn’t want to face the heartache of living life without her, but there came a time when the ‘atmospheres’ were too heavy to bear and the truth came out.
Oh, you’re slipping away from me,
Oh, you’re slipping away from me.
We need to talk
Actually we didn’t, I knew what that conversation was going to be about.
I knew all right, and didn’t want to hear it.
She doesn’t love me anymore…
and there’s nothing I can do to change it.
and you’re breaking me in two,
watching you slipping away.
The disbelief, emptiness and pain.
Anger, jealously, powerlessness. The hopelessness, all tied up in six little sentences.
If you want to listen to the song on YouTube, click here. The recording sounds ‘muddy’, so if you’re looking for quality, check out iTunes.
Change your perspective
Imagine, it’s no longer a boy, girl, man or woman singing ‘Slipping Away’, about their lost love …
For a moment I want you to change your perspective.
Imagine it is God singing it … to you!
The scriptures are full of references of a loving God calling his children to return to him. Perhaps the most explicit references are found in Ezekiel chapter 16.
Perhaps your perception of God has to change.
He’s not the stern schoolmaster, waiting to ‘fail you’.
No, the God I worship is the one who says ‘I love you, with a white-hot passion. Please, please come back to me.’ Zechariah 1:3, Malachi 3:7, Hosea 11:1-8
TWEET THIS— ‘I love you with a white-hot passion, Please come back to me—God.’
This Weeks Challenge:
Look in the mirror and answer these 2 questions:
Is my love for Jesus stronger today than it was when you first fell in love with Him?
What am I going to do about it?
There’s no need to respond, that can be between you and God.
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Until next week …
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The NWBC Blogging Team