The Living Years

Music Highway

In my previous blog post, Ragamuffin, I discussed how the father of renown, contemporary, Christian music singer, Rich Mullins, was never able to communicate verbally his love for Rich. Apparently there was a significant difference of outlook toward life between the both of them. This father died leaving Rich feeling isolated and incomplete – that is until a pastor came into his life and brought Rich Mullins closure.

When Rich suddenly passed away due to an accident, he was already at peace with himself and with God.

But what if Rich had died before his father did? I am sure his father would have had deep regrets for not embracing Rich more graciously.

For all of us who have dads still alive or for all of you who are now fathers, make the best efforts now to reconcile any differences, any animosities and any generational gaps that are separating you from your children. Please, do not wait. Communicate. Do this all in the living years.

If you are a Christian and have a father who had maltreated you and/or your mom, pray for him, stay close to God. And, if there is any chance, any way, when you can say, “I forgive you, dad” by all means do so. Forgive without first being asked to be forgiven. That is what Jesus Christ did for His executioners at the Cross (Luke 23:43). Yes, easier said than done, but a loving Father in heaven will help you. Ask Him for strength. Do not let any emotional barriers, any prevailing excuses prevent you from freeing yourself from reconciliation. May God’s Holy Spirit guide you through this. Amen.

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Cassette single

The Living Years (1988)
lyrics – Mike Rutherford, B.A. Robertson
music – mike Rutherford, B.a. Robertson
sung by – Mike and the Mechanics
genre – Soft rock
B side – Too Many Friends
album – Living Years

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I’m a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I’m a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

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Album

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got

You say you just don’t see it
He says it’s perfect sense
You just can’t get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defense

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It’s the bitterness that lasts

So don’t yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different date
And if you don’t give up, and don’t give in
You may just be O.K.

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

I wasn’t there that morning
When my father passed away
I didn’t get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I’m sure I heard his echo
In my baby’s new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

 

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