I made a mess of me…

Posted: April 27, 2010 in Uncategorized

No that headline isn’t a personal confession.

It’s just a song by Switchfoot and it’s on their last album.  And it’s been a big hit lately with the three-year-old crowd that sits to the right and behind me in the “rocket seat.”

Lately, she’s started making musical requests.  I pump my fist a little and say, “YES!” when she makes a request to hear those “Foo Fighters!” Sometimes she’ll ask for that “Our God is Greater” song (by Chris Tomlin on the Passion: Awakening CD) and then there’s “Mess of Me.”

“Play that Mess of Me song, Daddy! (Or, Dean, depending on whether she’s having one of those days when she likes to call me by my first name!)”

It’s a song with this chorus:

I’ve made a mess of me I wanna get back the rest of me
I’ve made a mess of me I wanna spend the rest of my life alive
I’ve made a mess of me I wanna reverse this tragedy
I’ve made a mess of me I wanna spend the rest of my life alive
The rest of my life alive!

She in her very-cute-girl sort-of-way will shorten that chorus down to just, “I’ve made a mess of me. I want my life back.”

And as I hear this, I, the pastor on the transformation journey, can’t help but find a great sermon “bottom line.”

I’m great at making messes. It comes naturally to me. I’ve had that tendency to do it my entire life.  Now I generally don’t make messes of other people’s stuff and things.  I generally make myself a mess.

I at times have found myself to be very quick and intuitive and if i acted right then when that intuitive impulse things would have been amazing.  But then the thinker part of me takes over and it has to think back through the steps and it has to ask all of the reasons why I should or shouldn’t do this.

And eventually, the thinker gets back to the same point that the intuitive part of me was making a lot sooner.

I make a mess of me.

But I’m glad that even in those times that I’m mind-locked on issues and things to do, in those times that my head just won’t engage on a sermon text, in all of those times when I coulda, shouda, woulda, I’m glad there’s something for me that’s far more redemptive than I’d ever be able to do on my own.

So, yeah, I do make a mess of me at times, and I do want to get my life “back” and I’m glad for those encounters with the Resurrected Jesus and the Holy Spirit that give me that ability.

And I’m thankful for three-year-old messengers who like to rewrite song lyrics.


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