The Modern Machine

"Circles"
Switchfoot

Another day
Another sunrise
Another factory call
Another night
Another sunset
Another freefall

Am I alive?
Am I on purpose?
Within the weakness
Within the weakness...

Spinning out in circles

You are on the right track when you are down. You are on the right track when you are in pain. You are about to figure it out when you are at the end of your hope. If you are lucky you will lose it all.

This doesn't even seem right. We live in a world where you are ahead when you have the largest pile of stuff amassed around you. You have real power when you have your thumb on the largest amount of people. Important people, the way the world sees it, have the most money, they have the biggest house, the fastest car and live life rubbing elbows with the same sort of people.

How much do we lose in this life by chasing success? How much to we throw away in pursuit of a happiness that is only skin deep. We lose our depth. We become like cardboard cut-outs of the real thing. We lose our souls.

The Modern Age, the time of reason and philosophy brainwashed us into believing that humanity and logic held locked within the potential of the human mind the answer to all of lifes problems. But the more we chase the humanistic utopia the more we find that its a myth. It's a mirage. There is no solution of human invention or logical solutions. Reason is only man's delusion that he has it all figured out.

Another day
Another lifetime
Another engine stalls
Another line
Another freeway
Another freefall

I've lost all that I wanted to leave
I've lost all that I wanted to be
Don't believe that there's nothing that's true
Don't believe in this modern machine!
The modern machine

In circles

The Modern machine. It is now a lumbering behemoth. We can see she is patched and smoking. The truth which reason cannot avoid, the truth which logic cannot silence threatens to haul her down. Man on his own only labors to build his own prison cell. Like the workers at Babel they plan a tower to the heavens but in the end construct only their undoing. It's time to tear down the machine and look to the mystic, the spiritual, the divine. Jesus Christ is alive and holds out to us keys to a utopia not built on human perfect, but grounded in the truth that God became flesh and dwelt among us. He suffered and died for us. He rose again. He is the answer to the riddles that haunt your sleepless nights and the potion to cure your heartache. Reach for the answer today.