August Rush

Last night I watched the movie “August Rush”, it's one of my favorites, one I can watch again and again. I don't know how many people really listen to the voice over sections but they really touched me as I listened the last few times I've watched. Really listened:

“Listen. Can you hear it? The music. I can hear it everywhere. In the wind. In the air. In the light. It's all around us. All you have to do is open yourself up. All you have to do is listen. They try to stop me from hearing the music, but when I'm alone it builds up from inside me and I think if I could learn how to play it, they might hear me, they'd know I was theirs and they'd find me. Sometimes the world tries to knock it out of you but I believe in music the way some people believe in fairy tales. I like to imagine that what I hear came from my mother and father. Maybe the notes I hear are the same ones they heard the night they met; maybe that's how they found each other; maybe that's how they'll find me. I believe that once upon a time long ago they heard the music and followed it. I know they're out there somewhere. I don't know where it comes from, but it's what I hold onto and I can't let go. Somewhere inside me I know that they always wanted me, maybe they just got lost. The music is all around us; all you have to do is listen.”

I love these words because with just a little change they remind me of how the Lord can be found all around us:

Listen. Can you hear Him? The Lord. I can hear Him everywhere. In the wind. In the air. In the light. He's all around us. All you have to do is open yourself up. All you have to do is listen. The world tries to stop me from hearing the Lord, but when I'm alone it builds up from inside me and I think if I could learn how to answer, He might hear me, He'd know I was His and He'd find me. Sometimes the world tries to knock it out of you but I believe in the Lord the way some people believe in fairy tales. I like to imagine that what I hear comes from my Heavenly Father. Maybe the voice I hear is the same voice the prophets heard; maybe that's how they found Him; maybe that's how I'll find Him. I believe that once upon a time long ago I heard His voice and followed Him. I know He's out there somewhere. I don't know where, but it's what I hold onto and I can't let go. Somewhere inside me I know that He always wanted me, maybe I just got lost. The Lord is all around us; all you have to do is listen.

The more I see and learn about the earth we call home the more I realize that all creation points to Jesus Christ. That He truly can be seen everywhere. That He can be found in everything. He can be felt all around us. All we have to do is look and listen.