A couple days ago I wrote a passionate (I hope) recommendation to see “Dear Evan Hansen” https://youknowjack.blog/2021/10/03/dont-miss-dear-evan-hansen/
“You Will Be Found” is my favorite song in my new favorite movie.
The writers, according to my research, are a married, church-going father, and a single, gay Jew.
They wrote the score for “The Greatest Showman,” “La La Land,” and other flicks.
Without changing a word, this song has a Christian tilt to it.
Oh, and by the way, you will be found one day…either at the Great White Throne of Revelation 20; or the Judgement Seat of Christ. The issue of the former is sin; the issue of the latter is rewards.
And…if you are a Christian…you have been found.
“I found Jesus when I was 26.” Wrong. The Lord wasn’t lost. You were. He found you, and the Father drew you to the Son.
Quit preaching, Jack.
I love the song. The opening line is the story not just for many, many teens; but for many, many (most?) adults. For whatever reason, this recording does not include the words.
Here they are: “Have you ever felt like nobody was there? Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere? Have you ever felt like you could disappear? Like you could fall and no one would hear?”
Then we segue into hope: “Well, let that lonely feeling wash away…maybe there’s a reason to believe you’ll be okay…’cause when you don’t feel strong enough to stand; you can reach, reach out your hand And oh, oh Someone will come running, and I know they’ll take you home.”
It continues broadcasting hope, “Even when the dark comes crashing through, when you need a Friend to carry you; when you’re broken on the ground, you will be found.”
Then, unintentionally or not, comes one word that, spelled just a tad different, brings a mist to my eyes, “So let the Sun come streaming in; cause you’ll reach up and you’ll rise again. If you only look around, you will be found…”
And I’ve hopped around you tube looking and listening to various renditions. Many are very, very good.
But this is my favorite.
Their faces, their smiles, their enthusiasm!
Sure, I know some or most of them spend a lot of their time working as baristas or waitstaff as they, well, wait for gigs. I know some of them live in crowded apartments because they can’t afford to live separately.
But methinks they have passion for their craft. I think when they “work” they are ecstatically happy, and understand what Indira Ghandi wrote, “The secret of life is to find a job that they pay you to do, that you would pay to do.”
Crank your speakers. Watch and enjoy this.
And, if I may, ask yourself what I ask – how come I/we don’t look like them when we’re singing praise/worship music?