It was nothing extraordinary. I was just walking home in the dark. But I’ve found that it is the times that you least expect it when God will meet you – unexpectedly.
Ever since I was old enough to start appreciating the aesthetic quality of combining music with motion images, (we’ll say it was with the movie Jurassic Park) I have been hooked on the idea of finding moments that look like I am in a movie. And they need music. They all need music. That is why I loved editing film in highschool and adding the background music to the scene. That is why I love it when the song on my cd player finishes right as I shift my car into park and take out the keys. That is why I am so addicted to walking around school with headphones, and why I had to take it away for a while. Recently, I have been discovering exactly to what extent I am designed to enjoy music, but more specifically, to enjoy music when it is connected with emotional visual images. Chalk it up to seeing your sister sing a solo in front of a church house packed to the doors at an acapella concert, when you thought for years that she couldn’t sing – try that, and you might know how I felt.
So tonight. It was just a mile to walk home, if that. It was just a windy night on a deserted street with puddles of water and street lamps that glowed green and lit my way up the hill. The rain had cleared out and the clouds were hugging the surface of the earth and flying fast overhead. It was “not the sun” by Brand New, and me trying not to get blown off the sidewalk by the gusts of wind. And suddenly, it was a message: Harrison. Don’t be afraid to tell people what I’ve taught you to believe. Don’t be afraid to intervene and tell your friends when they’re making bad decisions. You make bad decisions too, but I love you, and that takes care of it. I want you to say what you know is true. Your efforts will not be in vain.
It was just that. You’ll know when God speaks to you. It is undeniable. But it was nothing extraordinary. It was just me and God and music and the wind.