Christian Music and Sleeping in a Closet


Yes, sleeping in a closet really does play an important role in my faith-shaping testimony (and I’ll get to that in a moment…)

 

But first, I just have to say, I LOVE the way Christian music speaks to me. I remember “finding” a Christian radio station by surprise one Saturday morning while cleaning my room back in high school. I have such a strong memory of that day. Something inspired me to pull out a sketch pad and just draw as I listened to the lyrics.

 

It was amazing – but, sadly, it was also an isolated incident.  As in, that was the only time I listened to that station – partly because we lived in the middle of nowhere and rarely had good reception, but also partly because I was a “cool, party-girl, athlete” not a “boring, church girl.” [Please know I put those in quotes, embarrassed at how ridiculous that is…and totally hesitant to even leave that line in here. And I don’t remember consciously having that thought, but reflectively, I’m sure that’s probably what was going through my mind.]

 

Then again, while working at a summer camp during college, Christian music found me in a most profound way. Due to an overflow of campers and workers one week, there wasn’t enough cabin space, so I volunteered to sleep in the art center. It was air conditioned after all, but it was also wall to wall windows on three sides and surrounded by trees. If you haven’t noticed yet, I have quite an overactive imagination and am constantly repeating Philippians 4:6-7 to decrease my anxiety levels.

 

So, I did what any rational human being would do… I set up my mattress in the closet. (I know it sounds totally bizarre – but it worked perfectly. It was just big enough for a twin size mattress to fit on the empty floor space, plus I had a nice little shelf for my personal items right next to the paintbrushes, modeling clay, and tie-dye supplies!)

 

Anyway — the reason there was a shortage of beds that week was because a youth group from a church in Texas was volunteering there. Well, after lights out for campers, the teens and their leaders gathered each evening for devotions and debriefing — in the art center. Now, I should have also mentioned that I’m an early to bed kind of girl, so I was already in my cozy closet before they started filing in.

 

They started praying. Someone had a guitar and they started singing. They started talking about the ways that God had shown up that day in what they’d done.

 

WHOA…WHOA… WHOA…

 

I had never experienced anything like that – and not just because I was basically eavesdropping from a hidden spot in a closet. I had gone to church my whole life, but I had never talked about God in my day-to-day life. I had never shared prayer requests with my peers. And I certainly didn’t know the words to sing along to a guitar playing contemporary Christian worship music!

 

I started crying, and In that moment, I knew I wanted what they had…

A lack of inhibition to sing praises to God.

A quiet assurance that God was there in everything they did.

A faith far beyond what I ever had up to that moment.

 

While I’d like to say I turned my life completely around right there in that moment, you probably know that’s not entirely true.  It’s always a process. But I know without a doubt, that was a God-inspired, divine moment in the making.

 

Wanna know what the first song they played was? “Love Song for a Savior” by Jars of Clay.Jars of Clay Love Song

In open fields of wild flowers
She breathes the air and flies away
She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses
In no simple language
Someday she’ll understand the meaning of it all

He’s more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat or a song on her lips
Someday she’ll trust Him and learn how to see Him
Someday He’ll call her and she will come running
And fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she’ll pray

I want to fall in love with You
I want to fall in love with You
I want to fall in love with You
I want to fall in love with You

 

I hope you’ve had a chance to fall in love with HIm. And if you haven’t, I’m guessing this is one step on your journey (because why else would you be reading this?)

 

Oh the ways that music can move us…move us right into His arms.