Haunted House

It’s funny how the world has an uncanny way of resembling a haunted house sometimes. I suspect this statement seems unorthodox coming from an artist who publicly revels in both construction and consumption of uplifting music, but I suspect I’m not the only one who feels this way — from time to time.

My buddy Matt and I wrote a song about this idea. The lyrics paint a picture of a forlorn haunted house, sad and forgotten, dead and lifeless on the outside but very much alive in its own nightmarish horror on the inside. The song quips about the idea that the ghostly inhabitants of such a spine-chilling place secretly long for sunlight to crash through the dirty windows and daisies to push up through the floorboards so they’ll feel alive again. I imagine if I myself were the resident of a haunted house, I’d wish for my fair share of sunshine just like anyone else, and that parallels the way I choose to “escape” from reality whenever the real world begins to grow cobwebs and lights start turning on and off by themselves. For me, those daisies are the most wonderful glimmers of hope imaginable, and such sudden sparkles of optimism and beauty suddenly make me feel brave.

All whimsy aside — and on an even more personal level than the aforementioned metaphorical disclosure, this song’s deepest level of symbolism parallels Jesus Christ as the only ray of hope I have in this haunted house of a world. For me, sometimes it’s easy to focus on the bloody nightmares that inevitably show themselves from time to time, but despite such dismal distractions, it’s obvious the Lord has a way of planting victorious hope all around, and sometimes such beautiful blooms of color and vibrancy crop up out of nowhere when I least expect them. At times it requires wisdom to see them, other times it’s stunningly obvious, but regardless of circumstance, these angelic reminders are tremendously potent and absolutely real. Thus I continue to keep my knees black-and-blue, constantly on the hardwood floor, wholeheartedly thanking my Savior for the tremendous grace I’ve been given, for I’m not praying to the ceiling anymore.

At the end of the day, I can only answer for myself and I’ll be the first to admit I’m nothing but a worthless sinner, day in and day out. I’m as imperfect and flawed as they come. Thus, when the sun disappears behind the clouds and life suddenly turns into a haunted house, I cling to Jesus with every fiber of my being because He is unfailing, He is absolute, He is steadfast and His grace is deeper and wider than my imagination can even fathom. In Him and Him alone is where I’ve discovered a hope more bright and beautiful than words can possibly describe.

Adam Young (Owl City), from his blog

Posted May 13, 2011 by The Spillover

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