Blessed to be Broken

I never thought I’d be one of those people who long for yesteryear. I was always the one who couldn’t wait for what tomorrow would bring. Seems those carefree days are behind me.

If I’m honest, I worry too much about what the future holds. I wonder if the decisions from my past will one day show up as a malady in my body. Every new spot on my body is an opportunity to fret. Then there’s that big C word that carries a lot of scary stuff with it. But, this is not really about those things.

The yesteryear I’m referring to is old “Hollywood” and the award shows that used to be the epitome of class and elegance. The women wore these majestic gowns that flowed and glistened. They rustled when the women glided across the stage. The men wore tuxedo’s that were sharp and stylish. Their acceptance speeches were pristine, filled with humility and gratefulness. That version of Hollywood made me want to be an actress. Not for the fame, but for the perceived glitz and glamour.

Of course I was a lot younger then. My eyes only saw what was shown through the television screen. Now, I can’t even bring myself to watch any of the award shows. Gone are the majestic gowns. They’ve been replaced by barely there clothing. It’s become a competition to see who can draw the most attention to their bodies. The men attempt to out- flash one another with their attire. Their speeches are mainly politically charged, filled with agenda and profanity. To me, these shows have become a waste of time.

Yet, people still give their attention to this gluttonous, ceremonial, sickophant, sideshow. Scrolling through my social media newsfeeds yesterday, the talk of the town was of course, the Grammy’s. Every post reminded me why I was glad I didn’t watch it.

I did however make the mistake of watching a clip of Harry Style’s acceptance speech. He walked up to the mic and the first word out of his mouth was “S!#&” or 💩. He actually said that word multiple times.

I watched it because “they” made it seem like the competitors in the category he won, was in such disbelief of his winning they walked out on his speech. Me thinks “they” twisted those headlines to meet a deceptive agenda. I can’t even tell you a single song Harry sings. I have no clue what kind of person he is. I only used his acceptance speech as an example of what the majority find acceptable. I won’t even go down the Sam Smith slippery slope slide. But, yikes!

Who allows this kind of stuff on television? We do. Every time we give it our attention. Every time we pay homage to it. Every time we
remain silent and accept this as the new normal, we give them license to be even more crude and toxic. We act appalled and still give it our attention. I have to wonder, why do we keep allowing dysfunction to be an idol?

I can’t answer that question for you. I do know this gradual descent into depravity has stopped being challenged and each year they push that envelope into more shockingly disturbing behavior.

It saddens me because it’s not all of them. We can find a minority doing their best to keep old, glamorous “Hollywood” alive, but they’re fewer and far between.

I know this is just my opinion, and you don’t have to agree with me. I’m ok with that. So, if you don’t agree, keep moving along, there’s nothing to see here folks.

All I’m trying to say is, it matters what we watch. It matters what we listen to. It matters how we speak. It matters what we think. It matters more than we know.

It may not matter to anyone this side of Heaven that I didn’t watch the Grammy’s, but I know it mattered to God. And since I know it matters to my Heavenly Father, that’s all that matters to me.

Lastly, I know longing for yesteryear is fleeting. I know tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. I know my hope isn’t found in the things of this world. So, I’ll keep pressing on till I’m called home, and I’ll keep this verse close to my heart:

“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.” ~ Romans 12:2 (NIV)

To know what God’s will is for your life, you’ll need to spend time getting to know Him. It’s up to you to make that choice. And when you’re ready, He’ll be there.

Have an amazing day friends. Afterall, there won’t be another one like it.