Last Sunday, the young song-leader, in his skinny pants, led some praise & worship song about battle. He repeated the chorus about doing battle over & over.
In the week before, I had watched Roy Benavidez tell of his experiences in Vietnam. If you don’t the story of Roy Benavidez, I strongly recommend watching it here: MSG Roy Benavidez speech 1991 – YouTube. Every man should watch that with their son or grandson at about 12-years-old then discuss what it is to be a man. That 24-minute video should be played at the Super Bowl half-time.
Back to Skinny Pants.
I found myself getting a little annoyed. What did this kid know about battle? I said something to my wife who gave me that “straighten up, you’re in church” look and said “everyone goes through some sort of battle.”
Yeah? What? Did his computer crash? Break a fingernail? Gosh – maybe somebody said something mean to him?
About the 30th repeat, I’d about had it listening to Skinny Pants sing about battle. I thought of how 2 innocent girls were murdered after a church service right there some years ago and he’s up there barking out lyrics he hasn’t earned the right to.
Then it hit me. Was this a competition for who has seen the worst trauma? Men like Benavidez could look at our homicide event with the same condescension I had for Skinny Pants.
Think about it
Nobody suffered more than Christ. It’s not about me, or Roy, or Skinny Pants (or our experiences). It’s really all about Christ. He would never ridicule us because we hadn’t experienced what He did; that isn’t why He did it.
Too often we lose sight of the real values as we try to do our specific mini function (whatever that is) the best we can. It doesn’t matter if you are the newest security team member of a 3-person team, director of a 30-person team, a law-enforcement officer who has been in a gun battle or a S.E.A.L. Team 6 operator who has been in many.
It’s not as much about what we’ve done as it is about why we do it. We can’t serve better than we live, and we can’t live better than our attitudes.
After the music ended Sunday, our pastor quoted Albert Schweitzer, “The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.”