Life is a song to me. It always has been. Ask people who know me really well and they will tell you one of my defining traits is my love of music. Rock, eclectic, downtempo, jazz, hip hop, top 40, reagge, ska, dub, house, jungle, metal, and yes…country. I pretty much love it all. I remember being a child and sitting by the radio listening to the ‘modern’ hits of bands like The Police, Led Zeppelin, Janes Addiction, and all that 80’s glam rock. I would record countless radio programs onto cassette tape just to play them over and over. From the age of 10 on, it was just about impossible to find me without a walkman on, or without some cassette blaring in my bedroom. Mind you this was before the days of ipod wired youth and thousands of songs at your fingertips. These were the days of vinyl records and cassette tapes. The true classics next to the old 45s I guess. I couldn’t get enough.

Fast forwarding 20 some odd years some things have not changed. I am a 32 year-old kid in a candy store with the invention of itunes and internet radio. I can relive old memories with a simple visit to Google, and listen to the old tracks that I used to love as a 10 year old….Bermuda, Bahama, Come on Pretty Momma……

I find beauty in music I guess. It takes me on journeys though my life that I could not experience in silence. The beginning riff of a song can set my mood — happy, sad, nostalgic, or peaceful. Lately I have really been into jazz. I think jazz draws more parallels to real life than any other type of music. The planned but spontaneous concoction of melodies, chords and solos resembles our plans for life and the assembly of the steps to make it happen. The compilation of musicians resembles our many friends that we work with, interact with and call our friends. It is this melody that makes the song resonate in our souls. The random off-key note just a simple reminder that the performance is live and spotted with mistakes. Beautiful sweet powerful jazz. It is our lifeline set to musical notes. Imperfection adding color to a composition of sweet sound.

As I think about my life in terms of music, I am drawn to a song by Casting Crowns called “Lifesong”. The analogy of my life as a composition of single notes, and other instruments makes me wonder if the music I am creating as a person gives glory to God. Perhaps God loves music as much as I do. Perhaps my actions each day create the music. Hopefully it is the sound of sweet jazz in God’s ears.

Lifesong by Casting Crowns
Empty hands held high
Such small sacrifice
If not joined with my life
I sing in vain tonight

May the words I say
And the things I do
Make my lifesong sing
Bring a smile to You

Let my lifesong sing to You
Let my lifesong sing to You
I want to sign Your name to the end of this day
Knowing that my heart was true

Let my lifesong sing to You

Lord I give my life
A living sacrifice
To reach a world in need
To be Your hands and feet

So may the words I say
And the things I do
Make my lifesong sing
Bring a smile to You

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Let my lifesong sing to You

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