Let Your Love Be Strong

Let the world fall apart ... all of my life rests upon the love that created every breath I have been given.

"This one means a lot to me. 'Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that truth could be fact and form, that love could be a verb, maybe I'm just a little misinformed.' I wrote this one after a long walk in the early morning before the sun came up. I was sitting out by the train tracks halfway between the ocean and the freeway. When everything in your life falls apart you begin to realize what's worth holding on to and who's got a hold on you. Let the world fall apart ... all of my life rests upon the love that created every breath I have been given."' – Jon Foreman (Switchfoot)

12. Let Your Love Be Strong

Oh! Gravity.
by Switchfoot

Lyrics:
In this world of news, I've found nothing new
I've found nothing pure
Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that truth
Could be fact and form
That love could be a verb
Maybe I'm just a little misinformed

As the dead moon rises, and the freeways sigh
Let the trains watch over the tides and the mist
Spinning circles in our sky's tonight
Let the trucks roll in from Los Angeles
Maybe our stars are unanimously tired

(chorus)
Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud
Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your eyes
All of my world hanging on your love

Let the wars begin, let my strength wear thin
Let my fingers crack, let my world fall apart
Train the monkeys on my back to fight
Let it start tonight
When my world explodes, when my stars touch the ground
Falling down like broken satellites


(chorus)

All of my world resting on your love


"Seems like every story I can relate to starts off with a broken heart, broken dreams and bleeding parts. There's a story I know about a man named Israel who wrestled with God. From that day on he walked with a limp. I guess in a lot of ways I don't trust a man who doesn't have a limp. The future is yet unwritten. Write it well." – Jon Foreman (Switchfoot)

Brotherhood: Either you get IT or you DON'T.

What makes a man call another man his brother?

Is it blood, is it through some spiritual connection, is it through reason?

I have been fortunate to have grown up in Southern California with many men that I call my brothers.

Accomplished men of great skill and talent, yet men who were more than the sum of their accomplishments.

I called them brothers not only because of my admiration for what they did. I called them brothers, because of who they were.

I spoke to one of them last night. He's my older brother. I really thought of him more of a friend than anything else. Throughout the years, I've struggled with watching his immense talent being overshadowed by his appetites.

But last night, I have to say that I rediscovered a feeling for him that I haven't had since I was a young boy.

Admiration.

I admire my older brother for his courage and dignity. For his humility and sincerity.

It's not what he does that makes him who he is...

It's who he is that makes him do what he does...

If I were to desribe my brother to other people now, I would use a term that I would never have used to describe him in the past...

Warrior.

He's more of a warrior than the guys I train with. He's more of a christian than many ministers I hear speak at a pulpit.

His talent is hindered, but not gone. He can still express it from his heart and mind. It lives forever in the memories of those who have had the opportunity to experience it.

AND it lives in the hands and hearts of his sons...

My brother lives this passage...

"Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it." - Matt 10:39

I hope and pray that this holiday finds him closer to the God that created and saved my brother's life for one singular purpose...

He makes God smile.