Don't Stop the Music

Started having anxiety yesterday that maybe Monday's post was much too vague. On the other hand, a thorough explanation would bore both of us senseless but I'm tacking on a little PS at the end, just in case.

All I'm gonna say about Today's Playlist is that it's one of the best ever ... and it ain't even mine. If your robots don't stand up and start dancing for this, you need new robots.

The Portuguese Woman's AM Mix Vol. 3

Put On A Happy Face - Blossom Dearie
It's Time For Action! - Yoko Ono
Baby I'm A Star - Prince
Move Any Mountain ' 91 - The Shamen
Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen) - Baz Luhrmann

What was the point of linking to a racing video? That was just weird and we're starting to think you are, too. Are you trying on purpose to be funny, b/c you're NOT. And btw, stop writing such long blogs.

Yesterday's video clip was Ayrton Senna driving a 2.08-mile qualifying lap in the 1991 Formula 1 Grand Prix of Monaco (imagine you're driving through downtown Anderson at 170 mph with 20 other cars chasing you for 90 minutes). It doesn't seem humanly possible anyone could survive such a challenge.

But between 1987 and 1993 Senna won Monaco a record 6 times ... a miracle, which positively proves I'm not qualified to know limits about anything.

Yesterday's video showed me that some people are capable of doing super-human things. The video reminded me that limits exist only as long as we accept them, and that each time we "touch the limit" and go beyond anything we've done before a little voice is already challenging How far can I go next time?

If we're driving for God's team are we limiting ourselves on every lap, content to nurse His car through the race "just being careful" to make sure nothing breaks? Maybe we're terrified of going too fast and spininng out, or of suddenly crashing into a brick wall and getting hurt, or of simply not being good enough to take on the impossible.

That's my point: comparing ourselves to others and thinking I can't! sets limits on what's possible, when we ought to come roaring onto the track with four screaming tires and the throttle wide open, determined to go all-out on every lap and witness first hand the miracles God's capable of achieving.