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Single Serving 
The Rock Doc serving up a hearty disc dish from The Fray 
By psychologist Dr. Bruce L. Thiessen, aka Dr. BLT 
Song: You Found Me 

I found god
On the corner of first and Amistad
Where the west was all but won
All alone smoking his last cigarette
I Said where you been, he said ask anything 

Sound familiar?  There are clearly similarities between this song, by The Fray, and William P. Young’s The Shack.  What they share in common is this: A human being finding God in the midst of deep suffering, after giving up on God finding him----------and finding God to be, quite a radical and stark contrast to the way God is presented in traditional churches.  

In the types of churches I grew up in, smokin’, cussin’, drinkin’---------basically, anything ending in -in’, was strictly forbidden.  So the thought of God “smoking his last cigarette,” is one I had trouble wrapping my head around.  

Yet our stereotypical views of God do need to be shocked and provoked at times.  From a deconstructionist perspective, it is necessary to tear things down and reconstruct things from time to time.  

Punk tore down rock when it had become such a cliché that folks were willing to trade it in for disco.  Without the tearing down of clichés, life becomes stagnant, lifeless, and void of real substance. 

Where were you?
When everything was falling apart
All my days were spent by the telephone
It never rang
And all I needed was a call
That never came
To the corner of first and Amistad 

In addition to The Shack, the song reminds me of the story of Job.  Can you imagine personal suffering that goes any deeper, or that is any more devastatingly complete than the suffering of this faithful Old Testament character?  On a day I discard as “a bad day,” I think about Job, compare my circumstances to his, and realize that my “bad day,” could easily have been categorized as of the best days of his life. 

Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me 

Now what I’m about to say may also sound like a cliché, but it’s also a truism:  God’s timing is not our timing.  To God, a second could be a thousand years, and sometimes when we feel the most “lost and insecure,” it feels like a thousand years before God finally hears us and responds to our suffering.  But he eventually does find us, and when he does, he takes our suffering and turns it into a blessing so rich and abundant that it makes us come very close to forgetting all about how deeply we have just suffered.  

There you have it: Lost and found---a simple concept, a simple story, but one that seems to be “the story,” as it concerns the human condition.  

Oh, BTW, did I mention that the music to this song is also great?  


 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
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