I grew up on your music. Jars of Clay was on repeat until every line was memorized by the whole family. We'd have multiple CDs of yours in our car on road-trips, and every time a new album came out we played it over and over.
I wanted you to know that your lyrics have had such a powerful influence on my life. Being raised a missionary kid in Taiwan, I was never short of "churchisms" and right answers. Your music touched me because it asked the questions I asked. Maybe that is what is so powerful about what you do. You are not afraid to say you're broken and afraid and lost. You are not afraid to ask why.
When I was younger I thought when I grew up I'd understand. I still don't. And before I was married, I thought I would no longer be afraid. I am still afraid. But your music has given me the freedom to admit that. To admit that I am broken and afraid and lost.
I'm sure neither of us actually have answers, but hope does not reside in answers. Hope resides in love and acceptance and being able to admit the truth. Our honest questions are what brings the light.
Thank you. Never stop asking, never stop breaking, never stop hoping.
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