Saturday, May 28, 2005


I've been reading Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller. Tonight I was moved by Don's thoughts on legalism and God's grace. So moved, that I had a vision. Kind of. Let's just say that I was impressed with the image of a man with marvelous eyes. His eyes were full of joy and levity, overflowing with grace. Do you know what kind of eyes I mean? There was no guile in them; they were full of understanding and compassion; they were laughing eyes (not mocking, the furthest thing from mocking) - Jesus eyes. Freedom was in them. And, this is important, I wanted this vision to be about me. I want to be a vehicle of grace. I want to, I got to. Not for my sake, but for God's sake, because he loves me. (Great God in heaven, you know I love you.) At the same moment, I realized how much unlike this man I am. But I need it. (You know I want it.) And I was caught up in the rattling and humming and roaring of the song "Vehicle" by Ides of March, the vision's soundtrack.

I'm your vehicle, babe.
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go.
I'm your vehicle, woman.
By now I'm sure you know
That I love ya (love you);
I need ya (need you);
I want to, I got to have ya.
Great God in heaven, you know I love you.
And I'm your vehicle, babe.

I'm your vehicle, Lord. I got to be your vehicle - even if it kills me.


Sherry C said...

Thanks for a new take on an old song, Scott. It's a good thing I can assign new meaning to it now, now that you've firmly planted it in my mind for the next several days!

Scott said...

That's fun, ain't it? Kind of a strange mix, "Vehicle" and grace, but that's what happened.

alison said...

I am experiencing God's love and grace in a deeper way than I ever have before. I am finally getting to the point when I have no grace for a person that my first impulse is to pray for love.

Scott said...

It's difficult for me to show grace toward my family as you talked about in your "Bowling Alley" blog. I'm so danged paranoid sometimes. And kids, they're just grace stretchers.