Bring it on home

So there's this classic. (and if you only have one Sam Cooke song in your life, this one wouldn't be bad)
                   



There's something about a Sam Cooke song that just gets to what is real in every life. A longing, a passion, an earnest desire to see beyond the surface, and a sheer elegance of voice makes listening to Sam Cooke one of the best ways to spend three minutes of your life. This song is one of his best.

His lover has left. We've all been there. We've all been both the "leaver" and the "leveee." And it hurts. It always hurts. Even when it hurts to much to stay, it still hurts to leave; it still hurts to be left.

There's no pulling punches with this song, it is a no-holds-barred attempt to get love back, to return to better times, and the singer will do anything to bring that love back. But here's the thing--the love never returns. And at least when Sam Cooke sings it, he seems to know that too. That all his words, his promises, his pleas are to no avail. The lover never returns. yeah...

The Christian faith lives from the same song. God sings this song to each and every one of us every day, and we never seem to return. Of course, what God promises us is not jewelry or money, but rather purpose to your life, meaning for all your living, and a lover who will be there after you die. That's just who God is.

And I'm willing to bet my first-born (who is a HUGE Sam Cooke fan) that Sam Cooke knew that too.

May your tables be full and your conversations be true.