Playlists and Truman
January 9, 2014 16 Comments
I love creating playlists on my iTunes. In fact, you can say I’m a little obsessed.
Last summer I got it into my head to create a playlist of every (worthy) song and score from all the Disney movies I enjoy from Snow White to Wreck It Ralph.
I also put together a playlist of all the songs referenced or sung in my favorite show, The Office. I even have one called “Old School Christian” which features a lot of Audio Adrenaline, Newsboys, Supertones…
One of my most recent playlists is called “Songs From Every John Hughes Movie.” Yes, I’m talking Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, Farris Bueller’s Day Off, all those classic gems that encourage teenage rebellion and fighting The Man.
And now, I’m working on one which contains songs from every state, you know, in case we ever take another cross-country road trip. (“Alabama Pines” for Alabama; “Stephanie Says” for Alaska; “Blue Shadows (on the trail)” for Arizona, etc.) It’s a fun break from writing and editing.
But we keep playlists in our life, don’t we? We categorize things, compartmentalize, and corral certain events into certain areas of our heart. Some things we share with others, and some we keep secret. Some things we bring to God, and others we hoard.
A lot of times we’re embarrassed to talk to God about certain things because we feel like we’ve been so successful at hiding them from Him – keeping them locked away in our playlist of “Secret Things.”
Remember The Truman Show? You can keep your Paranormal Activity and Saw movies, because The Truman Show freaked me out enough. It convinced me that I was Truman, and that everyone was plotting to keep the cameras a secret from me. And everything in my life, everything I did, was being recorded on camera for the world to see.
Except when I did bad things.
Oh, because ironically, when I made conscious decisions to sin, the cameras would just happen to be broken – there would be a malfunction in the system, and so my sins were still kept secret from the world. And from God.
But if I happened to feel particularly giving one day and I gave a taco to a homeless man (you have lots of chances to do that in California), the whole world was tuned in and God was giving me the big thumb’s up with a sparkle in that pearly-white smile.
Funny how we can deceive ourselves so much, isn’t it?
Even now, several years later, I have to catch myself and think, Wait a min. Nothing is kept from God – not even my innermost thoughts or intentions.
With God, the cameras never turn off. And He knows every single song in my files of playlists.
“Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.” Hebrews 4:13