When I’m in the car, I’m usually listening to one of three radio stations; I’m either listening to the classic rock radio station—pretty much stops at grunge—the newer/harder rock station, or what Finn used to refer to as the God channel.
When I’m traveling with the family, it’s almost always the God channel, so when I’m driving alone, most of the time I’m rocking out.
I listen to the God channel when I want to be uplifted, the classic rock channel when I want to be comforted by the music I grew up with, and the newer/harder rock channel when I want the chance to maybe be inspired by a band or a song I’ve never heard.
Sometimes I wonder is God is displeased with me for listening to Pink Floyd or The Gaslight Anthem over Chris Tomlin, but I don’t worry too much about it; I live a pretty clean-living life, and if about is bad as I get is choosing secular music over faith-based, I figure I’m doing pretty well.
After yesterday, however, I’m not as comfortable in that. I get in and turn the radio on to the classic rock channel, and I get “Black Water” by the Doobie Brothers—sorry to you Doobies fans, but a non-stoned me never needs to hear that song again. Then, I hit the newer rock station, and they’re playing that Nickelback song about how they all want to be big rock stars—and I never needed to hear that one in the first place, stoned or not.
I hit the God channel, and they’re playing Chris Tomlin—“Whom Shall I Fear?” is one of my favorites and always a good reminder.
I got the message.
I hope you’re well, friends. We’ll talk soon.