Passion...

I forgot how much I love this song:

When the Saints
by Sara Groves

I first heard it at a Christmas concert and bought the CD and listened to it the standard 173 times. I do this with any new song on a CD that I bought the whole CD for. Somewhere in the Spring I realized I had annoyed my family with having played it so much!

They played it at church today and it all came back. How can you not boil over with passion after hearing it? But, then again I am always full of all this emotion. I teared up upon seeing someone holding a "Honk for Hillary" sign on election day... Feelings of Hillary aside, I just love to see someone excercising their voice in what they are passionate about.

It reminds me of that quote from Millers Jazz book, "sometimes you have to see someone love something before you learn to love it yourself." So so true. Another example of my oozing passion that I used to be embarassed about but now I embrace --- Cool Runnings. It was playing on TBS yesterday and seeing those 4 Jamaicans carry their bobsled to the finish after their crash, they didn't give up they were DETERMINED to finish even after failing --- LOVE IT! Zachary asked me why I was crying and I found it quite difficult to explain. It's funny because I don't think it was until the last few years that I realized the beauty in that Steve and I are so different when it comes to passion. Although that sounds as if it is turning into another post, huh?

Here is a link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qEjRLlL9iE