Why It Matters

My husband went to a Sara Groves concert last night in Jersey City. It was really a blessing and it made me want to support New City Kids Church.

You should really visit them. They are beyond amazing:
http://www.newcitykidschurch.com/index.php

They're a church in Jersey City that tries to get kids to college and to give them hopefulness through God's love in times of despair. Those children were such a light.

Sara Groves was the second part of the evening. And she told us a story before she played her last song about how, at one point, she was freaking out about being a musician, about how she should do more...be a nurse or something else...(what?! Does that sound like half of my blog posts?!) and her producer told her a story.

There was a cellist in Sarajevo named Vedran Smailović who was sitting at his window and watched as a bomb fell on a breadline on the street, killing 22 people. As the war raged around him, he took his cello outside and sat down in the crater as the bullets flew around him and played for the memory of those people for 22 days. Many people believe that he helped wind down the war in Bosnia and Herzegovina because of the international media attention to the senseless violence.

She said that God's love is an ocean and we are only a small cup of water in that ocean, but how important that cup of water is! That we are supposed to be beauty to a world wrapped in chaos and that we do it in all ways, not just by being nurses or doctors.

It really hit me.

So here it is for you to listen to:



Why It Matters by Sara Groves:

Sit with me and tell me once again
Of the story that's been told us
Of the power that will hold us
Of the beauty, of the beauty
Why it matters

Speak to me until I understand
Why our thinking and creating
Why our efforts of narrating
About the beauty, of the beauty
And why it matters

Like the statue in the park
Of this war torn town
And it's protest of the darkness
And the chaos all around
With its beauty, how it matters
How it matters

Show me the love that never fails
The compassion and attention
Midst confusion and dissention
Like small ramparts for the soul
How it matters

Like a single cup of water
How it matters