In the depths of meditation, a person can reach the pith, the marrow of life. In the pre-dawn mist, a question struck me.
What if we all faced a choice? What if I had to decide between:
One the one hand, I could listen to Journey all I wanted for the rest of my life, but no other music. On the other hand, any music I want–but never, never any Journey?
How would you step forward at such a crossroads, fellow pilgrim? Try that thought experiment on for size. And don’t forget that ever, ever being able to hear “Don’t Stop Believin'” hangs in the balance here.
Praise the Lord for the hypotheticalness of this question! We get Journey, plus everything else besides. Further proof–as if we needed any!–that God is generous.
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Father Mark,
“I came so that they might have life and have it more abundantly.” [John 10:10b]. I like Journey, especially, “Don’t Stop Believin'”
Journey Don’t Stop Believin’ Lyrics
Songwriters: CAIN, JONATHAN / PERRY, STEVE / SCHON, NEAL
Just a small town girl, livin’ in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin’ anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin’ anywhere
A singer in a smokey room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on
(Chorus)
Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night.
Working hard to get my fill,
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin’ anything to roll the dice,
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on
(Chorus)
Don’t stop believin’
Hold on to the feelin’
Streetlights people
Don’t stop believin’
Hold on
Streetlight people
Don’t stop believin’
Hold on to the feelin’
Streetlights people
Great vocals, interesting lyrics: BUT God has given us abundance, so I guess I’ll forego Journey, it that’s the choice. Fortunately, that isn’t usually the cnoice he gives us. It’s the old “open the window when He closes a door” bit; and it’s just like HIM, surprise, surprise, surprise. That’s why I’m smilin’.
In God we trust.
LIH,
joe
While the people of Detroit have embraced this song, some despise the south Detroit reference. What good can come out of Nazareth?