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Time to Surrender to God's Will



Thanks to the wonderful Cecilia channel at Aleteia, I found this wonderful song. Vince Scheureman has quite the story - on the brink of hitting it big with his band, he lost his voice. And his band, And his career.

And it's all good. Really.
The visual of a white flag invokes the idea of surrender. I once heard someone say, if something is being ripped out of your hands, it hurts a lot more to hold on, than to let go. The idea of this song is that with surrender comes peace. The war stops.
I have no idea what this young man's faith life is like, but he clearly gets the part of spirituality where you have to give up. You realize you are fighting God, the Universe, an eternal plan. And you just have to lay down the weapons you've amassed to fend off enemies, real and imagined, and allow God to do His thing.

And that "thing" is always, always good.

Even if you have to drag that damn white flag behind you for awhile, and it gets dingy and stepped on. Even if you have to have someone else carry it for you (or carry you.) Even if you want to run back and pick up those weapons. Even if, even if.

Surrender to peace. Surrender to God. Fly the white flag, and let everyone know it's all good.

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Crossing Guard

I saw you
today
as you guided
your little man across that busy street.

You were wearing some
big man boots
and
watching cars and lights.

Your little man had on
black sneakers and
a Mickey Mouse hat
that bounced
as he walked.

He wasn't watching nothing but
your big man boots
and
the white stripes of the crosswalk.

Just before
he got to the sidewalk again,
his step bounced a bit
- he hopped over
a spot where the asphalt broke.

You turned to look,
holding out a hand to
your little man.
Not rushed or angry,
just making sure
he got up
on that sidewalk.

Then you walked on,
in your big man boots,
face into a cold Michigan wind,
with the little man behind,
his hat bouncing.