there are songs that speak
songs that sing the day
songs that say the word
words that make you see…
Dar Williams has a song that says “the world is not falling apart because of me.” the first time I heard it was on a long drive, a work trip. thoughts of the world were weighing heavy on me. her lyrics pierced right through to meet my need. singing at the top of my lungs right along with her, everything lightened.
the idea that i was responsible for fixing anything, anyone, anywhere…the corresponding worry that i was not up to the task…suddenly seemed absurd. it was like i was being lifted to a different vantage point, from which i could see and feel a divine order, grace, government, love for the entire universe.
it was a sweeping assurance, confirmation that: “the government is upon His shoulders…” and that “my yoke is easy and my burden light…” (from the books of Isaiah and Matthew)
There’s an interesting dichotomy between being responsible, giving your whole heart, being truly true to yourself and God, living with complete fidelity; and the weighty, burdensome feeling of being responsible for, being party to, and therefore needing to fix a broken world.
easing up on all of it…
casting burdens on the Lord (as the old hymn by Philip Doddridge urges us to do,)
is like gazing through a window that you didn’t know was there–
to discern that things may not be so broken after all,
our gaze, when fixed on that deep and divine Principle Love catapults us to a perspective of piercing clarity, resonant oneness, holy, unfettered being.
responsibility then is not weighty, but the tender impulse to respond to Love’s government of all being.
Mary Baker Eddy puts it this way, “Starting from a higher standpoint, one rises spontaneously, even as light emits light without effort; for “where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”
to “look up”
as Christ Jesus told us
especially when it seems like things are falling apart
is to begin to glimpse, to discover, to realize,
the kingdom of God ever within us,
the presence of heaven at hand:
it is to breathe the air of innocence,
to find ourselves washed new,
the whole sweet world held in Love’s fresh light.