

Looking at these lyrics closely today, I was struck by what I had been overlooking. How did I miss the pain? Why didn't I hear the plaintive cry in the lyrics? Why did I focus on the hallelujahs and miss the brokenness?
"Maybe there's a God above,
but all I"ve ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.
And it's not a cry that you hear at night,
It's not somebody who's seen the light,
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah."
Life has not been easy for us this year. In January, during his senior year of high school, Dylan decided to leave our home and live with another family for several months. I was fired from my job in April without notice or cause and the company fought my unemployment claim. (They lost.) I found legal work two months later as a temp at a facility that can only be described as a thinly-disguised, high-priced sweatshop. Chuck received an offer from his employer to transfer to Houston, so we lived separate lives for most of the summer. I had to say goodbye to my church family; it was particularly sad to wave goodbye to my youth ministry kids. With Dylan off to college in Hattiesburg, Elaine, Carlos, and the kids in Mandeville, Chuck and I finally reunited in Houston in September, only to discover that the job market in Houston is incredibly tough to break into, especially for a new resident with no network of family and friends. Without my income, we are stretched to the breaking point, and I am beginning to wonder how to afford Thanksgiving dinner. It is difficult to find a hallelujah.
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah?
I have been thinking recently of what I would say when we exchange our "thanksgivings" at the dinner table. I have been hard pressed to find something that I can say out loud. I am thankful that Dylan hasn't been kicked out of college (At least, not yet.) I'm thankful that I don't have to drive the Gray Ghost in Houston traffic. (We sold it to a friend for her daughter who was in dire need of transportation. But that leaves us with only one vehicle and I am isolated and alone most of the time with no way to get out and meet people.) I am thankful that Chuck has a job. (But his company is restructuring which is and will continue to be stressful until everything shakes out months down the road.)

In the midst of this insanity of life, I can hold on to nothing except my faith that God is good, Jesus loves me, and the Holy Spirit will not forsake us. My cold, broken, whispered hallelujah will be a prayer for the promise of warmer, louder, stronger hallelujahs to come.