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The Fly & Songs Meant to be Lived (by Chet Bush)

Guest blog today from Chet Bush:

A fly came to rest on an open hymnal in my study yesterday morning. After dismissing the temptation to slam shut the songbook, I watched the curious little guy perform what seemed to be a grooming of himself, rubbing legs together, then wiping head and wings. He paced staccato-like across “All the Way My Savior Leads Me,” covering four stanzas faster than the songwriter intended. He matched the size and color of some of the notes against the white page, and when the insect flew away one could imagine a note had leapt right off the page and flown away.

If this were a note which one would it be? Better yet, if this were a note which word would have taken flight with it?

“All the way my Savior leads me. O the fullness of His love!

Perfect rest to me is promised in my Father’s house above.

When my spirit, clothed, immortal, wings its flight to realms of day,

This my song through endless ages: ‘Jesus led me all the way.'”

While I’m sure this common housefly is striving to fulfill some other divinely ordained purpose in his short life, today he serves as a parable. We walk across the face of this earth often impervious to the lyric written deep in its fiber. They are words of faith and confidence even when our walk is not. It is good when our lives resemble the music scored by the Author. These songs are meant to be lived, to ascend from the page and to be expressed in creation. No other creature can do this quite like we can.

While this fly has meandered off to some less poetic pile of prose, you and I can live in harmony with the music of the Creator. We sing this song together in worship sometimes… Give it wings this week.

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