Flying with the Eagles

We went to the Eagles concert a couple of nights ago. Asherel, our 16 year old can't stand most of the music of her generation but loves the music from ours. So she was one of about 3 teens in the sold out crowd of old hippies. It was mobbed, and as I looked around at all the grey haired old people, realized...ohoh....I am one of them.

Since we were a little late getting our tickets we had arguably the worst seats in the arena. We were at the very top, with our backs against the wall, just under the roofline. It was like running a marathon getting up all those stairs to our seats. I'm surprised given the average age of that crowd that there were no defibrillators every few rows, nor as far as I could tell, no medical emergencies.

The Eagles were really fantastic. I never listened to music, even as a teen, but I recognized every song. I guess since every one else in my generation had an Eagles album, somehow I managed to have heard all their music. It is astonishing that they sounded just like they did 40 years ago. It was a really fun concert once I had adjusted to the intense vertigo from being up so high. And of course, once the oxygen masks dropped I was fine.

It crossed my mind as I sat back in the rarified air, looking down on the band ten stories or so below me that I really was flying with the Eagles. It reminded me of one of my favorite Bible verses:
But those who wait for the Lord ’s help find renewed strength; they rise up as if they had eagles’ wings, they run without growing weary, they walk without getting tired. (Isaiah 40:31 NABRE)

The Eagles far below me did 3 encores. They seemed hesitant to leave, as though they were truly enjoying themselves, singing their hearts out to the sold out crowd of old folk. After 40 years they are still together, still singing without growing weary. This is what my walk with God should look like, I thought watching them. Persevere with joy, and fly like Eagles.

The Eagles finally called it a night at 11:30. That's 3 1/2 hours past my bedtime. I would have fallen asleep, with their beautiful harmonies lulling me, but I was afraid if I slipped out of my chair I would fall ten stories and that would not have been the idyllic end to an evening of memories and enchantment. So I kept my eyes open, and pictured eagles' wings on the thermals swirling about my head.

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‘Every one of you has seen what I did to the people of Egypt. You saw how I carried you out of Egypt, as if on eagle’s wings. And I brought you here to me. (Exodus 19:4 NCV)


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