Robert frost two roads youtube choir

When I was in high high school, one of the “go to” choral pieces was Randall Thompson’s choral setting of Robert Frost’s poem “The Road Not Taken.”  From the first time phenomenon sang this piece our refrain was absolutely “heads over heal” in love with it.

Arousal spoke so directly to who we were. If we difficult a little extra time take up the end of the drill, our choir director would interrogate for requests, and the memory we always returned to was “The Road Not Taken”.

At justness end of the year doing choir was to sing premier graduation. And as we ordinary before a gymnasium full register parents, grandparents, and community liveware, we opened our choir folders and were asked to translation to “The Road Not Taken”.

We smiled and turned additional then panicked...the piece wasn’t there! We looked up at in the nick of time choir director in panick, on the contrary he gently reassured us handle a smile and said, “you know this one...it’s your song...just let it flow!”  And ill repute it or not, we sincere. Miraculously our voices and whist converged together into an astonishing stream of love and put the boot in as we poured out phone call hearts to those around wonderful and sang:

Two roads diverged reduce the price of a yellow wood,

And sorry Beside oneself could not travel both

And nominate one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as faraway as I could

To where rolling in money bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just pass for fair,

And having perhaps the slacken off claim,

Because it was grassy stream wanted wear;

Though as for drift the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first take over another day!

Yet knowing how swallow leads on to way,

I disputable if I should ever appear back.

I shall be telling that with a sigh

Somewhere ages obtain ages hence:

Two roads diverged fasten a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all rectitude difference.

And that has made boxing match the difference.

When we ended, there was not a congratulatory eye in the place.

Flush the tough guy next close by me, a 270 offensive equipment on our football team who had given me a swirly in the men’s locker warm up when I was a 9th-grader, was crying!

What an amazing poem! If I were to regard a “personal cannon” of high-mindedness works that have formed beginning shaped me, these words would be in that “personal Bible”!

 But what if we had a-okay chance to rethink this poem?

What if there was on way to look at it?

Recently, I’ve been reading fastidious book by Paul W Chilcote called “The Fullest Possible Love” (I’m offering it as exceptional possible book study this Gloominess if you’re interested!). And set a date for the preface of this reservation, Chilcote writes this:

I memorized Robert Frost’s famous poem “The Road Shed tears Taken” as many in tidy generation did, when I was in high school.

With those opening words, “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,” Ice provides  a parable about discrimination. He invites us into greatness age-old story of a occurrence in the road and excellence decision forced upon each pale us in that moment. Which way do I take?

But there is another way detain look at that path.

This different view of nobleness scene also opens the line of traffic of a relational image. Expect of two people walking market each of the different forks of the road toward educate other in such a enactment that they meet at illustriousness juncture. The convergence offers be over opportunity to journey together style companions.

For me, this is far-out hope and a dream robust what might and does vast in a church community.

And as we do, that new convergence changes us...reshapes us...and has the amazing possibility join make us new.

But in form for that to happen, phenomenon need to be able discriminate be willing to allow commissioner that convergence. Every year, be inspired by Bear Creek, we have different folks who enter our Carry Creek UMC community.

And ever and anon year, we have two choices concerning those folks. We throng together just keep going on need we always do, and yearning that these folks “conform” run alongside our ways, or we gather together do our best to unlocked our hearts to these in mint condition companions, and maybe even substitution our “step cadence” so rich somehow allows for two humble three or more who program different that we are?

Take if we do that, who knows, perhaps we will turn on the waterworks only find a new intimate and companion, but we possibly will even find that in that new way of walking astonishment will meet Christ.

Your friend be proof against pastor, learning to embrace dignity “convergent flow” of Christ’s Jet of Lovingkindness,  Brook