I have quite an eclectic collection of music on my I-pod so I am never quite sure what will play next in the shuffle of songs. It could be anything from Jimmy Buffet to Frank Sinatra to Vacation Bible School songs. Most of the time I am not paying attention to the songs themselves, as I usually just use them as a background beat and distraction when I am running. But today I was really struck by the words as
a song came to the end.
The song was “You Are My King”. My mind had been wandering and I was nearing what I had decided was the end of my run for the day, when the last line played – “In all I do, I honor you” – and my mind screamed, “No, I don’t!” I almost tripped at the vehemence of my own response to these words. You see, at that moment, I had been caught up in my own unkind thoughts and I suppose the part of my brain that was actually hearing the words to the song broke through that reverie to remind me that in indulging in such thoughts, I was not honoring Jesus. I was surely not following the example he set.
I put the song on replay and continued to run. I ran long enough for it to replay half a dozen times but, this time, I listened to the words. “I’m forgiven, because you were forsaken. I’m accepted, you were condemned. I’m alive and well, your spirit is within me – because you died and rose again.”
What an amazing gift! Or as the composer of the song put it, “Amazing love, how can it be? That you my King my would die for me? Amazing love, I know it’s true and it’s my joy to honor you – in all I do, I honor you.”
I spent time reflecting on the ways in my life that I do not honor this Amazing gift I have been given.
Whether it is in word, thought, or deed, it is unacceptable. I ran on, lifting my hands in praise to Jesus, knowing and yet not caring that I must have looked odd those who passed me on the road. And I promised myself that, starting today, I would do my best to honor Jesus. Not when I think about it, not when it suits me, but in all I do. And it will be my joy to do so.










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