Re-creation

I'm holding a new CD in my hand.  When I picked it up at the bookstore and turned to browse the songlist, I caught my breath and knew I had to have it.  It was another one of those Moses moments that I blogged about recently, where you've returned to the beginning to worship, and feel the urge to remove your shoes right in the middle of the store.

The album...Re-creation.  The artist...Steven Curtis Chapman.  The song...More To This Life.  You see, this is the song that gently, slowly turned my heart of stone into a heart of flesh.  It asked a simple question of my skeptic's mind so many years ago:  Are you waiting for lightning while he quietly whispers your name?  It was like John's voice in the desert, preparing the way for when I would, most certainly, discern His quiet whispers. 

Back then, in college, the CD was a gift from my heartsister, Tracy, in hopes that it would plant a seed.  This time, the CD, which contains many remakes of songs from that anointed disc, was a gift to myself.  A memorial stone.  The cabin of my car, a music-filled altar. 

Now for the cherry on the top....my friend Karmen managed to get us the last two tickets to:  Steven Curtis Chapman, Re-Creation, live in concert, Rochester, Minnesota!  With, pinch myself, Andrew Peterson and Josh Wilson, two of my favorite songwriters. 

And if Mr. Chapman chooses to sing More To This Life on that night in October, I will, indeed, take off my shoes.