I put my violin at a playing position. The theater lights shone bright even when I closed my eyes. Guitar chords swam around, trying to coax melodies from my soul.
Was all this real? Were Cade and I seriously about to play music in a theater that had been turned into a church? I told the pastor days before I'm so lost and confused; I don't know exactly what I believe. One day I'm a Christian, one day I'm the biggest hypocrite to ever live. "I love God, though," I'd said, "more than anything. And my idea of Heaven is playing music for God, even if just once."
I told him all that before Cade said how we weren't cut out to play in church. "I'm ignostic," Cade had said, holding his guitar case tightly.
"See?" I'd told the pastor. "We can't play in church. That would be like the blind leading the blind."
He smirked. "God has a plan for you two. And I'm not one of those pastors who cards people at the door. If you're up for it, I really want you two and your mom to play in church Sunday morning. Will you?"
Cade surprised me by nodding. "All right. We'll be there."
And we were. But it was so much harder for me than I'd expected.
The fact remains, I left church and my previous beliefs for many reasons. If you've read Bible Girl and the Bad Boy, you know people gave me an exorcism and that's a big part of the reason I ran away when I was seventeen. Almost everyone who hears that laughs, but it isn't funny to me, not really. I try laughing and smiling about it when everyone else does . . . even if, that was one of the scariest moments of my life. I thought those church people might physically hurt me, so excited to be confronting a "demon"-possessed, rebellious girl. Every time I tried standing, they pushed me back down saying the "demon" was acting up.So this past Sunday, I stood under those searching theater spotlights at church. My hand shook as I played my violin. Loud, vibratory notes came out at first, and then that was it, the music sucked me in. God's love filled me from the inside out as if a shell fell away. I didn't worry about exorcisms or judgmental church folk I once knew. Instead, my fingers blurred playing faster and faster all over the strings. My mom picked up the beats on the drums, our instruments echoing each other as the guitars did the same, swelling and growing more powerful. I imagined--like I always used to--playing for God. I could almost picture Him smiling at us, because in that moment we weren't just giving Him an offering, we were the offering, and I no longer worried about being good enough, or kind enough. I guess I just hoped He'd take me as I am--the real me, who's been trying everything I can to succeed just so He'll love me.
I tried not crying, the beats from the drums, shook to my core, the pastor's voice sang strong, new words that weren't part of any song--yet--this was our song, created from jungle drums and a violin that wouldn't be tamed.
I looked at Cade strumming his guitar like crazy, closing his eyes and listening like I had just before.
That's when I cried, feeling something so strong, no matter what crazy things I've gone through, or the fact that I left God, He's never left me and He always had a plan.
There we were, even if I turned away for years, running from an exorcism, hiding after Zeke passed away. God was always waiting.
This is a simple post, but I wanted you to know, no matter what you believe, God loves you. He loves all of us.
I posted this picture yesterday, but I had to again since the guy in the blue is the pastor. I'm so glad he let us play in church, and loved us despite everything.
Thank you Andrew and Terri!
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