I'm just finishing up preparing this talk on whether Christians make better lovers. I've been listening to and quoting Ben Gibbard's (front man for Death Cab for Cutie) song "Someday You Will Be Loved". You can listen to the song on Spotify, it's from Death Cab's album "Plans". The song makes me grieve for our culture, for those abused and abusing day in, day out because our unwillingness to submit our lives, and particularly our sexuality, to the Lordship of Christ. The final verse should be a call to evangelism and reminds me of what we read in Romans 10:14.
"How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching?"
"But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet" Their hearts belong to Jesus. Please read and weep with me.
"I once knew a girl
In the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer
All beauty and truth
In the morning I fled
Left a note and it read
Someday you will be loved.
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
As the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved.
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved.
You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And everytime tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
Someday you will be loved."
God bless.
Dear Freedom
"How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching?"
"But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet" Their hearts belong to Jesus. Please read and weep with me.
"I once knew a girl
In the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer
All beauty and truth
In the morning I fled
Left a note and it read
Someday you will be loved.
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
As the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved.
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved.
You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And everytime tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
Someday you will be loved."
God bless.
Dear Freedom
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