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Not a Victory March

Posted on May 23, 2017 by in Art, Faith | 0 comments

I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch

Love is not a victory march

It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

So much love for this song.  Especially Pentatonix version.

I’ve been thinking lately about how much different love is from what both what we want it to be and what is portrayed in media.  I remember one time when an acquaintance was asking for prayer for her marriage and she said this:  “We’re just kind of holding on to it by our fingernails.”  This is real life, real love.  We fight for it and through it and to stay in it when we want to disengage.

My favorite books/movies/songs are realistic, which means there is plenty of conflict/misunderstanding/jealousy/pettiness/ugliness as well as plenty of hope/belief/resilience/renewal/rebirth/grace.

We want life and the media that portrays life to run on a familiar plotline:

intro,

rising action,

conflict,

climax,

falling action,

resolution.

But the problem is that while that plotline is happening, countless other layers fall down over the top of it, obscuring the action and complicating the hero’s journey.

On top of that, sometimes we are the hero on a hero’s journey, and sometimes we are the villain in someone else’s story, simultaneously. Sometimes we are the one to break someone’s heart, say unkind words, or steal the show when it belonged to someone else.

My favorite stories are the ones that weave it all together.

And so, love is not a victory march.

It’s coming to the end of a difficult season, crawling into bed weary-worn at the end of the day, and in spite of the difficulties of the day, a hallelujah on your heart anyway.

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