‘So come out of your cave walking on your hands And see the world hanging upside down You can understand dependence When you know the maker’s land
So make your siren’s call And sing all you want I will not hear what you have to say
‘Cause I need freedom now And I need to know how To live my life as it’s meant to be
And I will hold on hope And I won’t let you choke On the noose around your neck
And I’ll find strength in pain And I will change my ways I’ll know my name as it’s called again‘ – Mumford and Sons, The Cave
Was sitting on the patio last night getting all contemplative with one of the last of the great Renaissance men in Paul McGillivary and this song came on. That last lyric just always gets me, ‘I’ll know my name as it’s called again’. Isn’t this what we are all looking for? Who are we? Why are we here? Who do we belong to? What is my purpose?
Friends, if you’re reading this, I hope you have learned by this stage in life that getting a paycheck is not a big enough idea to sustain you. That’s just being a cog in the wheel of a system called Consumerism that isn’t meant to fulfill you, it’s meant to enslave you is not an end for your true self. The mythology of the American Dream creates a destitution of the heart that leads you away from your primary self. We are all waking to the reality as William Wallace puts it, that ‘every man dies, but not every man truly lives.’
To truly live is to know your name as it’s called again. Know who you are, why you are, what you have to offer, where you belong and what fights to pick. If you aren’t there, I’ll hold out hope with you that your resurrection is coming. That you can walk out of the cave of your own heart and know your life as it’s meant to be.
Just as water is meant to run downhill, so you were destined to count. -Dallas Willard
“I am just a poor boy Though my story seldom told I squandered my resistance For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
Then I’m laying down my winter clothes And wishing I was gone going home Where the New York City winters Are bleeding me, bleeding me going home
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter sill remains”
This is a gem of a bonus track on Mumford & Son’s new album, Babel. A throwback tribute to Simon and Garfunkel’s haunting ballad of a man just trying to find his way, but not giving up. Somehow, some way, the fighter still remains.
This song goes out to all of you who know what it feels like to be cut down, to be set aside, to not get chosen, to find yourself on the ground. It’s a lonely and dark place, the cold tiles of the floor bring no comfort. They pale in comparison to the longings of warmth and companionship around the fire of joy and celebration. But when you are knocked to the mat, those memories seem distant and joy is a difficult value to summons. But yet, the fighter still remains.
Many of you have lived chapters of life. You may have a chapter that about brought you to extinction. A chapter that about snuffed the light out of you but for some dying embers to keep you awake, both in soul and life. And yet you remain, you are here. You have not gone down to the depths, you have yet risen to the surface of new hopes and perhaps a craving for a resurrection of sorts. There is something of life yet breathing within and the figher still remains.
So today, what is the fighter in you saying? What is that inner voice fighting for? What do you long to see yet changed? What anthem is within you that you want to offer as proclamation to a new generation? What hope will not be dismayed? What injustice wreaks havoc on your heart and won’t let you go? What darkness must you stand up to? What lie must you confront? Why do you keep getting up? These are the haunting questions of our heart and soul, it is part of being human.
The fighter in you still remains, come out swinging today.