Thanks like a hurricane
Yesterday as Hurricane Otto loomed off the coast of Costa Rica, Angela made the executive decision to cook our traditional Thanksgiving meal early, in the likely event we would lose power on Thursday morning. Alas, Otto sputtered offshore all day Thursday, and though we lost Internet and TV for two hours (horror), we never saw any wind, and only a steady drizzle most of the day. The power stayed on.
Thanksgiving Dinner became Thanksgiving Brunch, and the requisite turkey coma was reinforced by a sleepless night for Angela the night before. All that to simply say, it’s just another day in Costa Rica, but we do our best to embrace family traditions and give thanks for our many blessings. And watch football.
The almost unprecedented event of a hurricane impacting Costa Rica in any way made me think of the lyrics from the song made famous by David Crowder Band, How He Loves. The opening line says, “He is jealous for me, loves like a hurricane, I am a tree bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.”
But as many know, when DCB made the song famous, they changed a line later in the song. I still remember–and prefer–the original lyric, penned by John Mark McMillan, “And heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss, and my heart turns violently inside of my chest. I don’t have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way…oh, how He loves us…” Later “sloppy wet kiss” became “unforeseen kiss.” I guess in the church sloppy kisses were too messy.
In an article that appears here, the author explains, “The idea behind the lyric is that the kingdom of heaven and the kingdom of earth converge in a way that is both beautiful and awkwardly messy. Think about the birth of a child, or even the death of Jesus himself. These miracles are both incredibly beautiful and incredibly sloppy … Why does the church have such a problem with things being sloppy? Do we really think we’re fooling anyone on Sunday morning, especially God? Are we going to offend him? I mean, he’s seen us naked in the shower all week and knows our worst thoughts, and still thinks we’re awesome.”
I like that. And I especially like how the kingdom of heaven can so overwhelm us that gratitude for His many blessing leaves no room for regret over our many failures. I don’t claim any success in letting go of all of my regrets, but I certainly forget them when I remember His love for me. Oh, how he loves me.
I hope you all have a great Thanksgiving. For me, I thank my God for His love for me.