Word of Life Church Podcast

My name was Richard Nixon only now I'm a girlYou wouldn't know it but I used to be the king of the worldCompared to last time I look like I've hit the skidsLiving in the project with my two little kidsIt's not what I would of choseNow you have to call me RoseI was boss of bosses the last time aroundI lived by cunning and ambition unboundThe suckers said they'd stand behind me right or wrongAs if they thought that hubris was the mark of the strongI was an arrogant manBut now I've got it in handIt's not what I would have choseNow you have to call me RoseCall me RoseCall me RoseIt's not what I would have choseNow you have to call me Rose My name was Richard Nixon only now I'm a girlYou wouldn't know it but I used to be the king of the worldI'm back here learning what it is to be poorTo have no power but the strength to endureI'll perform my penance wellMaybe the memoir will sellIt's not what I would of choseNow you have to call me Rose

We're all born to broken people on their most honest day of livingAnd since that first breath we'll need grace that we've never givenI've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghostsAnd it's not only when these eyes are closedThese lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,But they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weatherAnd my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,Stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets betterBut it won't, at least I don't believe it willSo I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,To sail these blood red seas and find your coastDon't let these waves wash away your hopesThis war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchorsPulling fist-fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviorsBut I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single boardWashed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shoresSo come on and let's wash each other with tears of joy and tears of griefAnd fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beachCome on and sew us together, just tattered rags stained foreverWe only have what we rememberI am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made itBut we're making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new startsWe all have the same holes in our heartsEverything falls apart at the exact same timeThat it all comes together perfectly for the next stepBut my fear is this prison, that I keep locked below the main deckI keep a key under my pillow, it's quiet and it's hiddenAnd my hopes are weapons that I'm still learning how to use rightBut they're heavy and I'm awkward, always running out of fightSo I've carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking shipHoping it would help me float for just a few more weeksBecause I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beamLost and found like you and me scattered out on the seaSo come on let's wash each other with tears of joy and tears of griefAnd fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beachCome on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained foreverWe only have what we rememberMy throat it still tastes like house a-fire and salt waterI wear this tide like loose skin, c’mon, rock me to seaIf we hold on tight we'll hold each other togetherAnd not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleepWhile these machines will rust I promise, but we'll still be electricShocking each other back to lifeYour hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connectedOur bones grown together in timeOur hands entwined, my fingers in your veins connectedOur spines grown stronger insideBecause I know that our church is all made out of shipwrecksFrom every hull these rocks have claimedBut we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the changeSo come on and let's wash each other with tears of joy and tears of griefAnd fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beachCome on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained foreverWe only have what we remember

Well, I came upon a child of GodHe was walking along the roadAnd I asked him, tell me, where are you goingThis he told meSaid, I'm going down to Yasgur's FarmGonna join in a rock and roll bandGot to get back to the land and set my soul freeWe are stardust, we are goldenWe are billion year old carbonAnd we’ve got to get ourselves back to the gardenWell, then can I roam beside you?I have come to lose the smog,And I feel myself a cog in something turningAnd maybe it's the time of yearYes and maybe it's the time of manAnd I don't know who I amBut life is for learningWe are stardust, we are goldenWe are billion year old carbonAnd we got to get ourselves back to the gardenBy the time we got to WoodstockWe were half a million strongAnd everywhere was a song and a celebrationAnd I dreamed I saw the bomber death planesRiding shotgun in the sky,Turning into butterfliesAbove our nationWe are stardust, we are goldenWe are caught in the devil’s bargainAnd we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Saw a man's home, a box made of cardboardFrozen to the bone, can't take much moreHe says Lord I need help here, send me a strong handTo lift me from the street, help me to standI've been forgotten, been forsakenPoisoned by a bottle I could not shake itI've been passed over, been rejectedAnd I'm afraid I'll never feelThe warmth of summer come againMan I am helpless, I'm freezingYou were there, you were thereI saw a sick man on a sick bedScorned by the world like he had two headsHe says I'm a man here dying a cruel deathI'm cut off from the world, man it was so sadHe was suffering, he was ailingTortured by his fate, his body was failingHe says I'm an outcast, left defenselessAnd I'm afraid that I'll be deadBefore the summer comes againI've been rejected, man I am dyingYou were there, you were thereSaw a rich man alone in a dark houseA prison made of gold he could not break outHe says my life is aimless, it just seems pointlessBoredom truly kills, man I am hopelessI got diamonds, I got housesI got silver clouds and silver spoons to match itI've come up empty, man I am desperateAnd I never want to feelThe warmth of summer come againI'll be forgotten, my life is overYou were there, you were thereYou were there, Lord, you were there

When I was young it seemed that life was so wonderfulA miracle, oh it was beautiful, magicalAnd all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happilyJoyfully, playfully watching meBut then they send me away to teach me how to be sensibleLogical, oh responsible, practicalAnd they showed me a world where I could be so dependableClinical, intellectual, cynicalThere are times when all the world's asleepThe questions run too deepFor such a simple manWon't you please, please tell me what we've learnedI know it sounds absurdBut please tell me who I amNow watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radicalLiberal, fanatical, criminalWon't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're acceptableRespectable, presentable, a vegetable!Oh, take it take it yeahAt night, when all the world's asleepThe questions run so deepFor such a simple manWon't you please tell me what we've learnedI know it sounds absurdBut please tell me who I am

When things become unsettled, we typically look for some kind of change, something new, but what we need right now is not a new car, a new job, a new spouse, a new church, or a new country. What we need in the midst of all this craziness is a new hope. Faith, hope, and love all work together. Faith is a present reality oriented towards the past, what God has done. Hope is a present reality oriented towards the future, what God will do. Love is that present reality made known by the Holy Spirit.

When David returned to his home in Ziklag, he encountered disaster -- he had lost everything. His house had burned down, his possessions had all been stolen, his family had been kidnapped. What do you do on a day like that? How do you recover from such devastating loss?

The living God is the God who speaks. This God who knows you, loves you, and calls you by name, will speak to you. You can learn to discern the voice of God. And this is a wonderful thing, because one word from God can change your life.

We live in a moment when almost everyone feels weary and worn. Too much has come at us too fast. We are facing no less than four crises at once: A public health crisis; an economic crisis; a political crisis; a racial justice crisis. In addition to these we still have to deal with whatever personal crises may come our way. We are weary and worn. And to the weary and worn Jesus says, “Come to me. You're weary and I want to give you rest. You're worn out from heavy burdens—let me lighten your load. The world is harsh, but I am gentle; the age is arrogant, but I am humble; the times are hard, but my yoke is easy. Come to me and I will give you rest.”

When I begin to feel pessimistic about the way things are in the world, I remember that the world will be saved, because God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world. Because Jesus is the Savior of the world, the world will be saved. The Word of the Father sent from heaven will not return in vain—it will succeed! This is not an excuse for irresponsibility or apathy, but an invitation to trust Jesus and to cooperate with the Savior in saving the world.