Dedicated to all those who miss one “who has gone before us.”
I’ve listened to this song a thousand times. It is truly one of my favorite anthems of all time. But, because of the context of the lyrics and the striking countenance of just one lady, the song has been forever changed for me.
To say it took on on a deeper and more profound meaning a few days ago would be a gross understatement. Our band Airwaves performed it at a special event in honor of Jenny’s life. Jenny would have been just 40 years old on this day when the song morphed into something more profound than I thought possible.
Written and recorded by the Irish rock band U2 in 1987 on “The Joshua Tree” album and recently covered by CCM artist Chris Tomlin, the song entitled “Streets with no name” speaks of a place far away that true followers of Jesus Christ have to look forward to.
It’s the cry of a desperate heart longing for heaven. It’s where Jenny lives today. If you “listen” carefully, maybe you can “hear” her sing it.
I wanna run, I wanna hide
I wanna tear down these walls that hold me inside
I want to reach out and touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
On this day my eye caught the face of a middle-age woman with her eyes closed just as the band went into the chorus. She looked somber but at peace as tho’ praying. I wondered if she was thinking about Jenny who had gone home to be with the Lord a few months ago in such an untimely manner humanly speaking.
Everyone seems to deal with grief differently. This lady appeared to be one who has shed many a tear at the loss of her friend and now with eyes closed, I could sense she was imagining those beautiful streets of gold that Jenny was now experiencing, walking hand in hand with Jesus. I suspect she may have been praying as well. Praying for those in the room and for others. For those who remain – both family and friends – who grieve, but unlike those who grieve with no hope, many who knew her shared her love for Jesus and therefore, are privileged to grieve with joy as they anticipate seeing Jenny again one day soon.
I wanna feel sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear without a trace
I wanna take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
I tried not to stare at this lady but I must admit that I marvel at the God who conquered death also brings peace and hope to a weary soul even in the middle of tragedy. When peace can be “seen” on one face all the way across a room full of people, it is truly remarkable.
Then I closed my eyes while continuing to play the string background on synth. And I too in my heart began to praise the God above who was now walking with Jenny. I felt privileged to hear about the courageous life she lived from others who knew her. In fact, it was only through the testimony of others who knew her well, that I feel like I got to know just a bit even though I never met her.
I’ll show you a place high on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name…And when I go there, I go there with you. It’s all I can do.
“Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!” 2 Cor. 9:15
Something to think about.