I wrote the song Here because of my cell phone.
Strange, I know. Here’s how it happened:
I have a pretty casual morning routine. Making coffee, tidying up. These are rituals which prepare me to think, read scripture, pray and write.
I sit down in my beloved chair, Bible and coffee within reach, the morning light beginning to stream through the windows, creation awakening, my mind a blank slate for the Spirit to direct, so I can open up...
Calendar, Weather, Map location…
The morning spent, the moment lost. The coffee was now empty and of course, I needed to be somewhere. Oops!
I rush to get ready and speed out the door to wherever. You can almost imagine God sitting in the room like, “I thought we were going to spend time together?” much to His disappointment.
I'm always searching for distraction
By desire I'm consumed
I’m willing to bet I’m not alone in this struggle- how to best use technology. The majority of us probably think we're the ones consuming - using these apps to make our lives better and more efficient. Instead, it works the other way around. Our desires are used against us. We're the ones being consumed.
These desires are sometimes difficult to channel. Too often, we let them define us. Eventually, we become what we desire.
“My heart is not proud, LORD, my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me.
But I have calmed and quieted myself, I am like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child I am content.”
The Spirit had all my attention at this point. I sat quietly, as a child being held in the arms of God. No prayer, just silence, calm, and contentment.
Hold me here like a child in Your arms
Calm my mind
Keep still my rushing heart
All my fears come fleeing out
As all my walls come crashing down
My heart now beating at the rhythm it was intended to. Eventually, there was some dialogue. I was vulnerable at this point, so it was easier to pray deeply.
I hear the music of my home
No better word for it.
That’s when I heard it: The melody, the song, the rhythm and instrumentation.
I quickly grabbed my phone.
That same phone that provided so many distractions before. This time, I used it to write down what had happened. A guided meditation, I suppose. The words flowed quickly.
The song that brought us “Here.”
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Willard, Dallas. Hearing God. Downers Grove, IL., InterVasity Press, 1991.
Currey, Mason. Daily rituals: how artist work. New York, Alfred A. Knopf, 2014.
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