Livin’ on a prayer

I love that song, love it. Who doesn’t sing that one at the top of their lungs while driving down the road? I’m not even embarrassed when I stop at a red light, I just keep belting it out. But have you ever thought about what it’s saying?

Whoa, we’re halfway there, whoa, living on a prayer. Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear, whoa, living on a prayer.

You’ve got this guy who’s working hard to support his young family, they are barely making it in life, but they’ve got love and they’ve got each other. And as the song goes, and that’s a lot.

Why does this song have so much resonance with people? Why do we love it so much?

I think people inherently know that life is a journey, and without God, they feel terribly alone. It says, “Take my hand, we’ll make it, I swear.” You see, the world’s way is faith in each other. God’s way is faith in Him and His Word.

Billy Joel’s, “The Piano Man” captures it, “They’re sharing a drink they call loneliness, but it’s better than drinkin’ alone.”

The world only offers a substitute. The world offers loneliness. The world doesn’t fulfill. The world doesn’t offer a purpose. The world asks why we are here and where we are going. But God’s Word gives the answers.

. . . I have set before you life and death, choose life. (Deuteronomy 30:19)

. . . I have come that you have life, and life more abundantly. (John 10:10)

. . . To give you a future and a hope. (Jeremiah 29:11)

I am here to live a life pleasing to God, to contend for the faith, to propagate the Gospel, and to fulfill my purpose. How about you?

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