Words and Metallica and Jesus

If anyone loudly blesses their neighbor early in the morning, it will be taken as a curse.
(Prov 27:14)

shoutingFor the record: I am very glad for the folks who get up early in the morning to instruct my spinning classes and boot camp classes and tabata classes at the Y.  It takes a lot of energy to get up and be in front of people; mostly half-awake grumpy people at that.  And I appreciate that there is no one brand of work out music that suits everyone.  Some like it hot and some like it light and pop and some like a little hair band action.

Personally, I have eclectic tastes in music.  At 9, 10 or 11am or at 1, 2, or 3pm you could find me twanging or rocking or rapping, or even head bangin’.  But at 5am…at 5am I’m not ready for some things.  For instance, I can sit down to watch Zombieland in the evening and totally rock out to Metallica’s “For Whom the Bell Tolls” during the opening sequence, but it makes me want to break things and say bad things when its playing during boot camp warm up the next morning.  Really.

Words are not always appropriate.  True words.  Blessing words.  Lyrical words.  There are words and then there is context and they go together.  The apostle Paul wrote that we are to “speak the truth in love” to each other and that would help us to grow up.  We get that right?  Someone who tells us our haircut looks stupid with a huge sneer on their face is like Metallica at 5am; not helpful or welcome.  But someone who says the exact same thing with genuine concern for the way we look, is like music to our ears.  Its in rhythm.  It helps us get better; to grow up.  I admit I am not always saying my words to help someone find the beat.  Often I am just dishing out a beating.  I don’t want to be that way, though.  I want to get the right words in the right context.  This is why I try to say this prayer every day:  Jesus you are welcome here.  In all my life you are welcome.  In my going and in my thinking and in my feeling and in my saying.  You are welcome here.  To me, when I do this I am inviting the right context into my life.  I am inviting Love himself into my life.  His presence is love and loving words can find their proper place in me through him.