10 March 2008

Looking...really looking...

And if you are what do you see? Better yet, what are you doing about what you see?

Today I really wanted to write a humorous post of some sort...something about how I currently find myself living in a different world here in the State of one duce up and one duce down (think about it and you'll get it). And how crazy this State is when it comes to personalized license plates (I don't think they actually make randomized/generic plates here at all). But I think it is best that I save that kind of post for another day...

Looking with compassion, looking as Jesus looked, has been the lesson in my life for the past couple of weeks. I will be the first to admit that I don't do a very good job of this...and the only reason is because looking with compassion usually requires action, an investment, and it usually costs me something...and let's face it, those are things we would rather avoid at all costs...especially the last one, we always want to make sure whatever we do is worth the sacrifice of ourselves, time, money, love, etc. But then today I am going about my day off and just worrying about my life and situation...then without revealing anything a friend informs me of a situation that is far greater than anything I have to worry about...a few hours later I am walking home and I hear this song I have on my I-pod. It's called CRAZY MARY by FM Static...and this time I heard it...it struck me in a completely new way.

I thought I'd share the lyrics with you all...read them and let them soak in...I guarantee we ALL know a CRAZY MARY and I would easily bet we all have CRAZY MARY moments in our own lives when we were secretly crying out for someone to notice and reach out to us...read these lyrics and then tomorrow try to really look at those around you without compassion, why not we all do it everyday right?? Not anymore, take some action, it might cost you something...but then again it may cost someone something more if you don't....

CRAZY MARY
by FM Static

Crazy Mary is a slow girl who looks up to no one.
Would do anything for a cold one.
Wishes she could find her way home.
Got the look on her face and her stare's like ray gun.
We walked by everyday
and I wish there was something I could do for her.

Maybe if I took a little time to talk then she'd heal a little if she wants to.
She can run but let's teach her how to walk away now.
I'll shake a little if she wants to she'll laugh a little if she needs to.
There's a key to the door that she's hiding behind.

She watches the world pass her by like a freight train.
They all call her the same name.
Laughin' as they point and stare at her.
So she crys out to God up in Heaven,
been prayin since she was 11.
For Him to send someone to meet her there.

Maybe if I took a little time to talk then she'd heal a little if she wants to.
She can run but let's teach her how to walk away now.
I'll shake a little if she wants to she'll laugh a little if she needs to.
There's a key to the door that she's hiding behind.

And no one knows all the thoughts, all the dreams,
and the ideas she's got and contains inside.
She's broken apart
and her heart is still lookin for somewhere to feel alright.
And no one knows all the thoughts, and the dreams,
and ideas she's got and contains inside. (so she can find her way home)
She's so broken apart
and her heart is still lookin for somewhere to feel alright. (she needs somewhere to find)
alright, feel alright, alright.

Maybe if I took a little time to talk then she'd heal a little if she wants to.
She can run but let's teach her how to walk away now.
I'll shake a little if she wants to she'll laugh a little if she needs to.
There's a key to the door that she's hiding behind.

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