Reflection
I remember hearing this song for the first time in eighth grade, sitting starstruck as Glen Hansard’s character in Once busked the streets of Dublin, nearly screaming his confusion into the darkness. At the time, I’m sure it was his passion that I found so moving. I remember thinking I could identify with his angst, though at the time all I really had was an unearned chip on my shoulder.
Looking back now, I realize I didn’t hear the yearning and frankness - the demands for answers from God - within the lyrics. I had scarcely experienced doubt, let alone the whole “shaking my fist at God” bit. I’ve since learned that one all too well, so much so that I’ve experienced seasons of doubting my faith altogether.
As I’ve become more at peace with the mystery of life with God, I’ve also grown more comfortable bringing my confusion, anguish even, before God in earnest expectation that he will see me and hear me. Not seeing it as a setback or a lapse in judgement to do so, but rather a substantial act of faith to come before my father as myself, with my true and uncensored emotions. To come before the God who knows the questions I have already and invites me further up and further into relationship with him in spite of them. I believe that is all he asks of us.
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Lyrics
Scratching at the surface now
And I'm trying hard to work it out
And so much has gone misunderstood
And this mystery only leads to doubt
And I didn't understand
When you reached down to take my hand
And if you have something to say
You'd better say it now
'Cause this is what you've waited for
Your chance to even up the score
And as these shadows fall on me now
I will somehow
'Cause I'm picking up the message, Lord
And I'm closer than I've ever been before
So if you have something to say
Say it to me now
Just say it to me now
For Further Reflection
What thoughts or emotions does this song bring up for you?
Can you identify any areas where you long to feel truly seen by your father? If so, can you find time to be alone with God and whatever it is that weighs on you?
Consider listening to Cold Water by Damien Rice to continue pondering this topic.
Of all the songs to this point (and the couple past that I’ve gotten to), this one has landed the hardest for me. Over the past few years, I have had several moments when I’ve looked to Heaven with the same sort of hope and frustration-I’ll admit, sometimes sheer anger-that I’m getting from Hansard in this song. I used to think that frustration, questioning, and the occasional doubt were marks of utter weakness of faith. I’ve been well led both when still in Indy (of course) and since we’ve been up in Lansing here to know that’s not the case.
Now on a different note, for this song and the rest, I haven’t listened to the given versions. I pretty well live on YouTube, so I’ve pulled live versions when I can. If anyone reading this wants to find the Cardinal Sessions version of this song on YouTube, do so. It’s sheer perfection in its imperfection, probably the best recorded live performance of a single song I’ve heard in years, maybe even ever.
Thanks for sharing. Love the song, too.