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I poured myself another cup of coffee. Swigged my two-percent. Pulled my Bible a little closer, and turned the television up a few notches. Cartoons. Nothing too interesting. That made it a good thing to have on while doing devotions. No real distraction. I laughed at the antics of the horribly-animated figures while I munched my toast. I glanced casually down at the open Book, and brushed the few crumbs from the tiny, black print. I read a few verse, nodding in agreement with…whatever they said, before my eyes strayed back I hadn’t gotten very far through my Bible reading – for some reason I seemed to be having trouble concentrating – when I heard the doorbell ring. Or rather clunk…it had issues. Annoyed at the interruption – I was trying to be spiritual – I stood and walked to the door, not really caring who was there, but wanting the discordant chiming to stop.
A delivery boy – tan uniform and cap, looking like a desert army guy – handed me a package. I signed, mumbled a sarcastic “thanks” and carried the flat package inside. I hadn’t ordered anything, and there was no return address. Thoughts of “bomb”, “anthrax,” and the like shuffled through my mind, and I wondered if I was too negative. I slit the envelope open and pulled out a DVD.
“’Melodies in Motion’ presents…” I paused. “…You’re Life?” I turned it over, then back. “What, or who, on earth is ‘Melodies in Motion’? I’ve never heard of them.” I was speaking to myself, so I didn’t get any answers. With a shrug, I tossed it on the couch and went about my day. It was still sitting there when I got home in the evening. I ignored it and flipped on the TV. 86 channels later, I decided there was nothing better to watch and popped the DVD into the player.
What appeared on my screen was not what I expected – though I wasn’t sure what I had expected. Brilliant colors appeared, splashing across a black background, flowing up and out in a streaking, fountain across the screen. And with the visual effects came a strange sound. I’m not sure one could call it music. It reminded me more of my crippled doorbell. It was like some strange techno-color, techno-radio rainbow.
I shook my head and was about to turn it off when it changed. Or didn’t, but rather my perception of it changed. Though the fountain-like colors didn’t alter, I seemed to see through their vagueness and distinguish images from my life. My life! This was my life! Somehow, in some form, this was my life. And the music – or rather, the garbled, dissonant sounds that were really nothing like music – seemed to be drumming out the story of my life in sync with the pulsating color-scenes. A voice began to whisper in my head.
“This is not how a Christian’s life should sound.” I got defensive. And how should my life sound? I was a good Christian!
A bright splash of green somehow became my morning devotion routine…complete with cartoons. A harsh clang accompanied it, trying to form the tune of “Amazing Grace”…I think.
Ok, one thing. But I went to church every Sunday, faithfully. The glaring red dug into the thought patterns that occupied my mind during the service…thought patterns that were not related to the service. The tune of “Trust and Obey” had never sounded so inharmonious, and I nearly covered my ears.
My prayer life exploded in blue, showing how self-fulfilling my requests were, how absent of deserved reverence and awe for my Creator. I could not even make out the so-called tune of the cacophonous racket.
I turned the DVD off. Sat staring at the now-blank TV screen. Then I glanced in towards the kitchen where my Bible still lay opened on the table, a few stale toast crumbs still stuck in the crack. I stood and moved towards it. I was beginning to think that my life needed even more of a tune-up than my wheezing doorbell.
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