Secrets I have hid

Because of an old friend's really, really (x 10) bad choice, I am reminded of the fact that we are all sinners and fall short of the glory of God. We all screw up and make bad decisions; our decisions/sins just aren’t on the 10 o’clock news. I am no different than my friend, I have sin in my life. If you got inside my head, you would be shocked.

I am reminded of this Sufjan Stevens’ song that to many is probably very disturbing, but to me it’s powerful. It reminds me daily of how I am no different than Charles Mason or Hitler, expect I have the blood of Christ! Praise God for that! The fact is, we all deserve hell, but because of God’s grace and mercy, we, the believers, are not going to hell. Sorry, I am not trying to be preachy or anything. I just want to remind myself that I am NO DIFFERENT, even on my best days.

In this song, “John Wayne Gacy, Jr.” it speaks about the serial killer, John Wayne Gacy, Jr. He did many horrible things. But what Sufjan wants us to know is that if you look “underneath the floorboards” you will find secrets we have hid. We all have sin (secerts), but we have a loving God that forgives us. I will let the lyrics speak for themselves.

His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swing set hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of them?

He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid