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August 11, 2009

The Artist in the Ambulance

   Ever since being introduced to the band Thrice through my friend Peter, I'd consider myself a fan of their music.  The lead singer of the band is a Christian, but the band isn't necessary a "Christian band" although their lyrics often lend themselves to Christian ideals.  It's great when a band chooses to take their message outside the walls of the church (although it is fine if they stick to mainstream Christian music too) because it allows people to hear messages that they probably wouldn't get from any other setting.  In my mind, it is a good balance between us telling people to come to the church, and going to meet them where they are. 
 
   Anyway, I heard a song on their live album called "The Artist in the Ambulance" and I love the sound so I looked up the lyrics.  I copied them below so you can read them.  I think the line that sticks with me the most is "I know that there's a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have. There's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it."  In my own walk, I feel that I fail so many times.  There is so much more I could be doing or so much more I could give. 
 
   But I don't. 
 
   I have no excuses.  Sometimes, it is easier to take the other exit at Walmart so I don't have to see the person asking for money or food, but that isn't who Jesus was, and that isn't who I want to be.  I really felt challenged by this song to start making some changed and be Jesus to the people around me.  I want it to be real and not just something I talk about at church or at youth group every week.  I'm praying that I'd be open to God changing my heart and attitude and that He would help me recognize where He's working and I'd come along His side and help...rather than sitting off to the side by myself, asking Him to meet me where I am. 
 
 
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up
And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
They flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone

Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger
And I realize that empty words are not enough
I'm left here with the question of just
What have I to show except the promises I never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets

[Chorus:]
I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound

Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that there's
A difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
There's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it and

[Chorus]

Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of always talking when there's no change
Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow

Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the
Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
They've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance

[Chorus]

Can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound

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