Friday, July 20, 2012

Slavery Stitched Into the Fabric of Our Clothes {Friday Flashback, sort of}

When Caroline was a newborn, we'd dance her infant tears away to songwriter Brett Dennen's "The One Who Loves You Most".   Years later, Dennen's "Ain't No Reason" video had the opposite effect on me.  Tears billowed out of my eyes as I watched it with wide-eyed guilt and conviction.

Adopting from the third world transformed me.  As we waited to travel for Amelia, my own fat and wealthy apathy bowed in shame under the light of my daughter's circumstances.  We were enjoying a huge, brand new house, while our daughter was born into a start of poverty and orphan status across the globe.

I first posted about this video in 2009.  Today, I'm thankful for this reminder... that despite the abundance and blessing in my life, we have brothers and sisters across the globe whom we are actively hurting by our willful ignorance.  Please watch it.  It's so convicting in the best way.

There's only One cure for our dark, selfish hearts... Love. God is Love.

 "There ain't no reason things are this way [...] 
but love will come set me free
I know it will."

Please watch the video!
(Look below to read the poetic and convicting lyrics.)





Ain't No ReasonBrett Dennen
There ain't no reason things are this wayIt's how they've always been and they intend to stayI can't explain why we live this wayWe do it every day
Preachers on the podiums speaking to saintsProphets on the sidewalk begging for changeOld ladies laughing from the fire escapeCursing my name
I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the sameA window and a pigeon with a broken wingYou could spend your whole life working for somethingJust to have it taken away
People walk around pushing back their debtsWearing paychecks like necklaces and braceletsTalking about nothing, not thinking 'bout deathEvery little heartbeat, every little breath
People walk a tight rope on a razors edgeCarrying their hurt and hatred and weaponsIt could be a bomb, or a bullet or a penOr a thought, or a word, or a sentence
There ain't no reasons things are this wayIt's how they've always been and they intend to stayI don't know why I say the things that I sayBut I say them anyway
But love will come, set me freeLove will come, set me free, I do believeLove will come, set me free, I know it willLove will come, set me free, yes
Prison walls still standing tallSome things never change at allKeep on building prisons, gonna fill them allKeep on building bombs, gonna drop them all
Working your fingers bare to the boneBreaking your back, make you sell your soulLike a lung that's filled with coalSuffocating slow
The wind blows wild and I may moveThe politicians lie and I am not fooledYou don't need a reason or a three piece suitTo argue the truth
They air on my skin in the world under my toesSlavery stitched to the fabric of my clothesChaos and commotion wherever I goLove I try to follow
Love will come, set me freeLove will come, set me free, I do believeLove will come, set me free, I know it willLove will come, set me free, yes
There ain't no reason things are this wayIt's how they've always been and they intend to stayI can't explain why we live this wayWe do it every day

2 comments:

Toni Patrick said...

Wow.

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