I have this mental juke box that play’s random music; sometimes it’s a good thing, sometimes not so much. The other morning I woke up in the wee hours of the morning to do just that…wee…aka senior basketball; i.e., just sit there and dribble for awhile. Anyway, I got some musical accompaniment in the form of Billy Idol crooning “Flesh for Fantasy.”
Many (and I mean many) moons ago I’d mindlessly chant along with the chorus without a care. Now days, that kind of thinking doesn’t fly just due to the connotations of the song title itself. But at zero dark thirty, I don’t need to be listening to stuff that is too reminiscent of what my former self used to do. So I groggily recognize what I think is going on; Mr. Pointy Tail (aka the devil) has nothing better to do than mess around in my head.
I take immediate offense, and launch into a litany for four-letter words (silently, cause I don’t want to wake my wife), and then I realize that I just gave him another inch. Ever the ultimate trickster, he eats away at you like the old saying: “How do you eat an elephant? Just one bite at a time.”
According to Christian 101, you’re supposed to have scripture memorized for times like these so you can ‘press play’ and let it override what ever is flipping you out. Unfortunately I haven’t mastered that defense, but my mental juke box rescued me and starting playing Casting Crowns “Face Down.” For the life of me I could not fathom, what relevance that song had to do with Billy Boy and Mr. Pointy Head.
Since I’m not the sharpest stick in your eye, it took me a day or two for the pieces to fall into place. “Face down” is the posture I should have ‘figuratively’ taken that early morning. Face on the floor in thanks to God for rescuing me from myself, for freeing me from a past that can sometimes be just too fresh in my mind.
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