Nash-Vegas....here we come!

Friday, Alex, Aaron and myself are heading back down to Nashville to do some recording at the Tracking Room with my good friend Sean Truskowski.  It seems like it's been forever since we went down there the last time, but we are definitely heading back.  After the weekend is over, we will be finished with all the instrumentation for the album.  All I'll have to do next is head down in the next month and finish up the vocals.  Good stuff.

In preparation for this weekend, we've been rehearsing our back-sides off.  Last night, however, was a little nerve racking.  I don't know if it was something we ate, the impending ice storm that was coming, or just nerves, but things were rough.  We were missing notes, forgetting the road map on songs, and just not getting it sometimes.  Needless to say, we didn't have our "a" game.  It was more like our "d" game.  

That got me thinking today.  What is it about us that makes God love us so much?  We're screw ups!  Don't get me wrong.  I don't doubt God's love.  I just don't get it.  It seems like we ignore him much of the time.  Then, when things are going in the wrong direction, suddenly, we're back to calling on His name.  It just seems like we see God as a safety valve for life.  Oh.  And, if something does goes really awry, it's all His fault!!!  How does that work?

I guess we just don't want responsibility for things anymore.  We always want someone to blame, so we blame God for the "Bigguns".  That's southern for "big ones" for my northern friends.  When things are going great, we feel like we deserve it.  We worked hard for it. Now WE reap the rewards.  Something goes wrong?  It's all God's fault.  Does this seem weird to anyone else?  That just really seems like backwards thinking to me.  Sure.  God allows things to happen, but why do we think He's an angry kid taking His magnifying glass and trying to burn all of us "ants"?

I've had so many people ask me if I was angry at God for my father's cancer.  I don't understand the question.  God didn't give my dad cancer.  He didn't reach out his index finger from "on high", touch my father, and "poof" ...... cancer!  He doesn't have a grudge against him.  My God isn't like that.  Sometimes, bad things happen.  We need to get over ourselves.  We aren't immortal.  We weren't created to live in these bodies forever.  That's ok by me.  I've always wanted to be taller anyway.

We were created with a hope.  We were created with a future.  We weren't created just for where we are now.  There's more.  I know I'll see my father again.  That's hope.  That's what I live for.  If something bad happens, I'm cool with it.  It'll be hard, but it will also end.

Now.....if I can just figure out why God loves me.  I still don't get, but I like it.