I can still remember the record shop on Brigade Road in Bangalore. In the era before CDs and 8-tracks, the store was fantastic. Saturday nights found us going through the new imports as well as searching for jazz classics. With each find there would be a flurry of discussion; everyone who had come had an opinion and felt free to enthusiastically do so. There was only one way to settle things, the sound-booth.
The sound-booth was basically an overgrown telephone booth with the telephone replaced by a turntable. Children knew that they had to be very careful when they crowded into the room, knowing full well that the slightest unexpected movement could cause someone to bump the arm and potentially scratch the record.
Excitement would build by the moment until we heard a sampling of the songs. At this point there were two clear choices. If the song was “good” to one listener then a new discussion ensued as to the desperate need we had to have this record in the family collection. Otherwise, the artist and music was vilified by all who had squeezed into the booth. Often the advocates were “fools are undone by their big mouths; their souls are crushed by their words.” (Proverbs 18.7)
Hindsight is a great teacher, if we let the Spirit work. We were passionate about things that did not really matter. We felt convicted about our views where were in the main just that, viewpoints and opinions. We are argued without knowledge however we did settle the score after a demo shared by more than one.
The record store has long since been replaced by yet another fashion store. I wonder if the lessons are lost as well.
Am I passionate about things that matter?
Do I argue about subjects that are matters of preference?
Can I live with diversity?
Am I willing to experience the Divine with an open heart?
Will I accept the evidence given by the Presence in my life and the lives of others?
God offers each an experience. Whatever you decision; be informed.
