Out of the Ooze
Some of you may be thinking this will be
about politics…sorry. As tempting as it is to connect this title to Chicago
swampland politicians or my least favorite President, I will refrain.
Out of the ooze came….Jazz! I went to a
remarkable jazz concert in downtown Truth or Consequences featuring guitarist
Joshua Breakstone and bassist Earl Sauls. While listening to their musical
prowess, fierce progressions, beautiful harmonies, toe-tapping melodies, and
occasional dissonance, I thought to myself, “Surely there is a Creator, as
these men have reflected, wanting an audience with whomever will listen. Surely
there is a God who loves us enough to communicate His thoughts to us by
whatever means if we will take the focus off ourselves, surrender some time,
listen, and receive.”
There is a large segment in our secular
society that is pushing the big bang theory and evolution in our colleges and
schools. These evolutionist, convolutionist rather, fight armed with lefty
lawyers, lots of money, and progressive change agents to remove any symbol of
God or creation from the American homeland. Their goal, and they are
succeeding, is to sweep our youth into this belief system of accidents,
self-preservation, and unaccountability; go with the flow, if it feels good do
it, hook up and hang out, nothing really matters because we are all out of the
ooze.
They can believe that nonsense but my 48
years have taught me better. We can follow common sense and the Designer or we
can follow our sea of swarming chemicals. All that jazz and other creative
works, our very existence, sings of a design and a Designer. In the 1800s,
Maltbie Babcock wrote this song: “This is my Father’s world and to my listening
ears, all nature sings and round me rings the music of the spheres. This is my
Father’s world; I rest me in the thought of rocks and trees, of skies and seas,
His hand the wonders wrought.”
Wrought means worked into shape by
artistry and effort. These masterful
musicians created beautiful music that transcended my being that evening in
downtown Truth or Consequences. They re-inspired
meI to be available, pliable, and
usable. They reminded me, like an instrument in the Master’s hand, I have a
purpose.
Mario diGesu Truth or Consequences 6.6.13
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