I heard He sang a good song

I wondered about my own pain. The pain I have spent years hiding so strategically. Have you ever been so moved by the lyrics to a song as if those words are your story?

Featured in the October 2019 Issue of Angelic Magazine

By Shannon Stoddard

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style. And so came to see him and listen for awhile…..

The other morning as I was listening to 70’s music, Killing Me Softly by Roberta Flack came on. The lyrics grasped me as it spoke to the depths of my weary soul.

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

I wondered about my own pain. The pain I have spent years hiding so strategically. Have you ever been so moved by the lyrics to a song as if those words are your story? Like someone pulled back the bedroom curtains or opened the shutters to your heartache. The light trickled in. The heaviness vanished for a tender but fleeting moment. There was another walking silently with you. You were not alone. It comforted you like a warm blanket to know there are others who have gone ahead.

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd.

I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.

I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on….

I laid my head on my pillow that night asking Jesus if the pages, the journal entries, the letters we wanted to rip out from our own life story were really where the beauty lies within? Is it possible when we choose to lean in to our own pain that it takes on another form? Each day we wake and make the decision to get out of bed. Each time we share with a trusted friend. Each honest prayer to the one who bends down so eagerly to listen, bringing our trouble souls back to life

Jesus gently takes me by the hand and says, “This is the way.” He walks me right through the center of my own pain, the pain that was killing me softly. How can He know every thought, every dark secret, every mistake, every tear, and still love me completely? I’ve never known a love like this. He meets me right where I am. He uncovers the pain. At last, I am no longer afraid. He doesn’t leave me the way that He found me.

Only then am I able to meet you where you are. I pull back the curtain and lovingly reach for your hand and walk you through your pain. This is the Gospel. This is the way to healing. This is Jesus; the light of the world.

See, I am doing a new thing. Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?

I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland- Isaiah 43:19