I go to the riverbed, shoes on the shore
I’m shaking a little bit, hardly know what for
Oh, and the water’s cloudy as the sky
I’m looking for answers in the riverbed of life…
My parents are pretty amazing, no doubt about that. My childhood was filled with enough love to make the frequent relocations more than bearable, our house filled with people always. I have no complaints.
But Mom & Dad were very careful about what kinds of music, books, and television we consumed, so I missed a few moments in pop culture while I grew. Okay, I didn’t know a single Prince song until I saw Pretty Woman. That’s a fact, Jack. (Unfortunate that I didn’t miss more of the fashion trends.)
But as they slowly opened the doors for us to explore music and film during our teen years, they also taught us to pay attention. To think for ourselves. To listen and work to discern truth and notice all the big and small ways Truth gets told in stories that aren’t necessarily telling – or trying to tell – the whole gospel truth.
I go to the pages handed down and worn
I’m hearing the sages with the truth on their tongues
Sifting beauty from the layers of ash
I’m tracing the universe with my fingers in the sand…
Above all they showed us that all people are worth our attention and that there’s nothing more important than looking for things to love in others.
Over time, for me, that theme has carried over into the way I see all of life–our books, films, music. There’s gold just about everywhere. Maybe all our moments–of triumph and failure and longing and love and humanity–are moments within the great story.
It’s a game of Where’s Waldo or I Spy. Give us something well-made, thoughtfully crafted, and shaped in pursuit of excellence. Don’t we want to spot the good, the true, the hopeful, the redemption, the STORY – even if only glimpses – in the most unlikely places? Cosmos from chaos, as Madeleine L’Engle wrote in Walking On Water.
Sometimes the good is more breathtaking for having been discovered like a baby grand at Goodwill.
It’s here in the city where the nations converge
It’s in the graffiti and the shapes of the earth
Choir lofts and kitchens, where voices ring loud
Reflections of faith shining glory over doubt…
Friends, I’m about to do something different, and I’m a bit tentative. Not because I have doubts. But because I’m so hopeful you’ll want to go down to the riverbed with me and do some panning. I’m so hopeful that you’ll be as excited as I am to put fingers in the sand and trace the true, even in the dark moments of your own journey.
Get ready. Sharing soon.
Gonna be beautiful. And fun. And truly worthwhile.
Panning for gold, I’m panning for gold
Until I have all my heart can hold…