Chicken Fried (part two)

I think I get it now.

For those just joining us, I had some issues with the song “Chicken Fried” by the Zac Brown band. Go read it.

I thought a while before writing that blog. Didn’t accomplish anything, except to get more upset. Then I wrote, I ranted. There was truth in what I said, but I missed something.

Those of us who fought, I think even the ones who died, did it so that we could live, really live. Life does not just include great deeds, high callings. Life is about the mundane, the routine, breathing, washing dishes. It even includes the ridiculous task of writing blogs. In fighting for, in protecting our freedoms, it is not only for the call to stand up, but for the call to be faithful, to be trustworthy, to be loyal, to be loving. Often, that looks like going to work, like folding laundry, like hanging out with friends, like a peck on the cheek.

Jesus said that he came to give us life, a full life. He meant a life with diapers, with weddings, with hunting trips and shopping trips.

He just never meant for us to settle, to be complacent.

Enjoy your chicken!

A little bit of chicken-fried

I really don’t mean any disrespect to the Zac Brown Band, but I take issue with this song.

For those of you who are not familiar:

A little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
Pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio on
I love to see the sun rise
See the love in my woman’s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother’s love

I’m not into country. I like some of the songs and really don’t like some of them. I heard this one lately and got kind of angry.

I thank god for my life
For the Stars and Stripes
May freedom forever fly, let it ring
Salute the ones who died
The ones who give their lives
So we don’t have to sacrifice
All the things we love

Like our chicken fried…..

That’s where I get mad.

As a veteran, I want to think that the sacrifices of our soldiers, the greater sacrifices that have been laid down over the years, mean more than a chance to have chicken and beer. I would want the lives that were paid to purchase more than an opportunity to listen to the radio and watch sunrises.

Then I think of Jesus sacrifice. Did He die so that I could be happy, be good, be content, be safe? I think it was more than that. I think He wanted an army of saints, a bride for Him to love, a way to touch the world He created.

Am I living that?

Or do I just want some fried chicken?