Mexican Standoff

The Mexican Standoff. It is a frighteningly beautiful thing. Frightening, of course, because of the immense danger involved. Beautiful though, because of the tension. I believe it was Sixpence None the Richer, who stated quite poetically that “tension is to be loved when it is like a passing note to a beautiful, beautiful chord.” Being a fan of action and suspense movies, I understand tension. Being a guitarist, I understand beautiful chords (examples of beautiful chords: C#m, B7, and G7… but not played in the same sequence).

I feel like I’m in a number of symbolical Mexican standoffs right now. With homework. With people. With life. Some things I just want to get rid of, to be done with. Yet the harsh truth is that I too run the risk of being done away with myself.

But the thing is, I’m not in a Mexican Standoff with God. Not that I could win one, anyway. But I think that this is the beautiful chord—no matter how rough and harsh and agonizingly tense things get with homework and with people, the Lord is there. He never leaves nor forsakes. He’s my Good Shepherd, and with Him guiding me, I’ll make it just fine.

But until then, don’t flinch. ‘Cuz then you die.