I’d catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya
I’d jump in front of a train for ya
You know I'd do anything for ya
I would go through all this pain, Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya...
I don't know the words, so I don't sing. but I stare out the window into the blackness and think. I think about my Lover, my Pursuer. I see Him being whipped and I see the nails. And I marvel that He would take on the cross for me. And so I hear the lyrics as a reminder of His affection. a reminder that He took my sin for me. He took God's wrath for me. Love took my cross for me.
...But you didn't do the same...
...You said you loved me. You're a liar.
To a Jesus who gave His all, I owe my all. Why then are we content to accept this gift as a ticket into heaven with no commitment or sacrifice? Certainly, it's a free gift. But if someone really did catch a grenade for me or jump in front of a train for me, would I not feel the need to reevaluate my life and, in some way, live my life worthy of their sacrifice?
I'm quick to say that I love Jesus, but slow to follow Him to the cross. Slow to bear any shame for Him. Slow to obey His most basic commands. And I read in 1 John 2 that "whoever says 'I know him' but does not keep his commandments is a liar."
Lord, give me a heart driven by Your love for me. Give me an urgency to obey your commands and follow your call. Since you suffered, let me suffer too. Since you were rejected, let me be rejected too. Since you first loved me with an irresistible love, let me spend my life in love with You.
Lord, give me a heart driven by Your love for me. Give me an urgency to obey your commands and follow your call. Since you suffered, let me suffer too. Since you were rejected, let me be rejected too. Since you first loved me with an irresistible love, let me spend my life in love with You.
Wow, I love this song...when I first heard it, i cringed because of the grotesque parts in it like "put my hand a a blade for ya" this guy, all he wanted was the girl to simply love him back. So he was willing to go through that pain!
ReplyDeleteIf it were up to me, I would say it were a hopeless case. If it took someone to go through ALL that hurt just for recognition and love. But Jesus believed we would pay attention when he died...i'm so grateful he got my attention though :) Amazing post Lauren. Thankyou for getting me thinking.
AMEN!
ReplyDeleteThat's a great reminder! I actually thought the same thing when I heard this song and when I saw your title, I knew that you had written about it. :)
ReplyDeletethis is an awesome post, wormie! <3
ReplyDeleteWow Lauren. This is so beautiful. I love the way you set up the scene. :)
ReplyDeleteThere have been times where I'm driving home from speech (about a 45 minute drive), and I'll be by myself, and suddenly a song will come on the radio about Christ's sacrifice and his never ending love.
It's times like these, when i'm starring straight into darkness (lit very dimly by my lights) and I'm by myself with only those kinds of words ringing through my head that I am brought to my knees (figuratively of course ;) ) in adoration, and completely submission to our wonderful savior who would do anything for us. He would take more pain than we ever could, fight temptations we would fall for in a heart beat, but so much more: He would die for us, and that *completely* blows me away.
That was a bit more than I meant to say, but thank you anyways. :) <3