Typing away in the other room while a playdate ensued, I heard the voices of my Sweetgirl and her friend carrying loudly in the air. They were singing along to a popular song about sunshine in their pockets. One of them was out of tune. Jarringly out of tune. But, singing along no less enthusiastically.
Isn’t that just the way we humans do, sometimes?
We become glaringly out of tune with what’s good, true, honest, or noble. And we can’t even hear it.
Maybe that’s just me.
Sometimes, Grace has to swoop in on the raised eyebrows of one forced to listen to each off-key note, to get my attention. Other times, Grace opens my eyes to the words set before me.
That’s exactly how He found me this morning, wedged between Sweetman and Sweetboy on the shiny wooden pew at church. Listening to a message about our very human and very real need for second and 432nd chances, I felt my attention shifting to the list of things to be done this week. Because, clearly, I am intimate with the notion of third and 303rd chances.
Soon, I began considering my lunch options after church was done. IHOP was firmly on the short list.
But Grace reminded me (yet again) that church isn’t ever “done”.
And nothing shakes me from my irreverent reveries like a call to worship.
The opening notes were strummed and I realized we were about to sing one of my favorite hymns, “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing”.
I stood up, perked up, and prepared to sing, thinking, “Oooh, I love this one!”
God wasn’t finished getting my attention, though.
As we skipped to the third verse, my eyes read what my heart already knew.
“Prone to wander, Lord I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Here’s my heart Lord,
Take and seal it
Seal it for thy courts above.”
Now Grace had my full attention. Just some of what was out of tune sprang to mind:
- The willingness to read one more chapter of the latest story over one more chapter of The Greatest Story
- My eagerness to join conversations about others without grace even as that very grace was being heaped out upon me
- Forgetting the joy that comes out of sacrifice as I stubbornly refused others’ needs for my wants
Friends? Forget about my inability to carry a tune, physically. Singing The Truth in that moment, my heart’s distance from the heart of God felt like a million spiritual miles away.
Clearly, it was time for a little tune-up.
And God, in His boundless beautiful grace, whispered love. He tuned my heart to His, as He has countless other times.
I left church this morning reminded that I don’t need a tune-up because I’m bad, but because of my human ability to become dissonant. Oh-so-easily.
And, because Grace is always good, He tightens those loose strings. He replaces the frayed ones. He adjusts the pitch.
He gently brings harmony back to my heart.
Thank you, God, for binding my wandering heart to thee.