(Not really. But I giggled when I thought of that as the post’s title. So it stays…)
I was driving home this afternoon and normally my radio dial stays tuned to the same station all the time. It’s all contemporary Christian with hilarious DJs and awesome music. When I get home in the evenings I don’t even try to compete with the kids for the television set. In fact, when they’re gone, the t.v. will remain off for an overwhelming majority of the time.
My standard answers before were that I liked the uplifting and encouraging music and I REALLY liked the silence from having the t.v. off as much as possible. But back to this afternoon’s drive home. I momentarily was bored from some DJ chatter and decided to flip the dials to a soft rock (don’t hate) station that was playing This Kiss by Faith Hill. Catchy tune I must say, even if it is over played and over commercialized. I made the mistake of trying to actually listen to the words as it played along. What they specifically were, now doesn’t really matter. It was a love song. And I hated it.
I can’t give my standard answers about radio and t.v. anymore. I listen to the music I listen to and avoid the television I hate because I don’t want to face any additional reminders that love is out there. I don’t need salt poured in any still healing wounds that heartache is very real and around every corner. When I listen to Christian radio I only hear love songs of the only one who will never disappoint, never leave, and never hurt me. It’s pain free radio. I don’t watch television because of all the “reality” on there. I have enough reality staring back at me in the bathroom mirror. Would I like some more reality? No thanks.