One of the most difficult things anyone can do before they die is admit they were wrong about things. We all do it, right? You make a math error in class or in your checkbook, or you misread a bill and pay it late. You’re repairing a car part and misplace a screw. Anything. Small or big.
I’ve had this dream of playing music before audiences, releasing CDs, writing, opening a label or recording studio, designing music tech, teaching music — music stuff. My greatest passion out of these things is to sing and write as the front man of my own band, playing alternative rock gospel music (gospel being applicable to the lyrics and not the southern genre). I’ve done that. I’m no celebrity, obviously, but I’ve achieved some of these goals with my band. Unfortunately, however, we recently agreed that it was time to disband.
We started strong, then life happened. We got jobs, we faced issues. It became difficult to remain coherent, yet that was never the issue because we somehow always knew how to find a way. Through it all, we’ve always managed to play shows and even released an EP. Mechanically, everything seemed fine, dandy. The more I’ve thought about it, though, and contemplated my walk with Jesus, I’ve realized that even if the band isn’t the problem, and even if our circumstances are making it difficult for us to do what we love, and even if I’ve got my motives straight, I’ve realized that I need to give it up because God still has things for me to do and learn first.
The “dead” I’m bringing out is not just my band but the soul that carried it. In 2009, I was awakening, and as I took in the day, I shouted about the night to say that I had come out of it and that one day we will all be going into a greater one. I was one of those young believers who was ready to go all-in, and in ways, that’s what I did. Don’t misunderstand — I’m not tooting my own horn in any way. I was also inexperienced and naive. I was willing, and I was ready to run headlong into whatever I needed to do, or so it seemed; but in reality, I was ill prepared, and the next five years of my life were spent learning that. I learned how much I was willing to compromise, how unstable, how raw, how inexperienced, and how hollow my devotion was to anyone let alone God.
I had no idea how much growing up I had to do, how much I had to go through to do it, and what God had in store for me after all of that; and honestly, I’m not sure that He’s even done. Sure, in a way, He’ll never be done, but I feel like I’m just now wading into deep water. Again, don’t misunderstand — there was a point in my life where I was drowning in its depths, but this time is different because I’m learning to swim, and being taught that only He can make me walk on water.
I’ve said a million times to Him, “If you want me to give up music, I will,” but the more I think about it, the more I realize that it was just my lips talking. Music is my solace, my release, my offering, my way of not feeling alone, and my way of making sure no one else ever does. That having been said, if I had to give that up to somehow reach someone, would I really? Not too long ago, I’d have said, “Yes,” but I’d really have meant, “No,” and that has helped me uncover the reasons behind a fact that has disturbed me for a long time: I find it very difficult to worship. It’s not that I can’t, but it often times takes so much effort. I’ve wondered why. Again, the past five years have taught me that I haven’t had my priorities straight. I’ve had my sights set on things that can’t satisfy me or save me like He can.
Even though I want to serve God, and I want Him to be in total control, if I’m being honest, I really haven’t done the best job relinquishing that to Him. In effect, He has allowed me to go through things so that I can genuinely see the state I’m in, and by seeing that state, I can finally truly let Him have His way with me and let go of this arrogant chasing after things that fade. For me, that means musical success, romance, social prowess, and more (not to say these things are evil, but my lust for them tainted me). This arrogance is the ingrowing of oneself: selfishness, empty ambitions. By growing inward too much and not growing up to soak up God’s light, eventually, our souls start to in-grow and die.
You can only spend so much time in a box before you start to grow into yourself, just like that. There must be a Sabbath, a season of rest. The music must stop for a second for you to truly bask in the glory of the Lord and remember why you’re even allowed to do what you love to do. When you step out into that light, you have to be honest about what things in your life you’ve let die — that’s the only way they can be brought to life again, maybe even with a new name and a new face.
Bring out your dead. Bring out your dead. I bring me.