Spirits in the Material World — The Police

Some songs seem to float between the world we can touch and the one we can only feel.

For me, this one also opens a door straight into childhood.

The Police released Ghost in the Machine in 1981. I was twelve that year, going to lots of bar mitzvahs, dancing, and having such fun. Looking back, that music and those celebrations belong to the same constellation of memories. (sting.com)

There was something wonderful about being that age, gathered with friends, celebrating milestones, and discovering how music could make a room feel alive.

Before we knew where life would take us, there was the dance floor.

Hearing this song now, I can almost feel those years hovering nearby. Time becomes a little less solid. The distance between the boy I was and the man I am seems to soften.

That is the ethereal beauty of music: something invisible moves through the air and reaches a place inside us that we cannot point to, yet recognize immediately.

A rhythm becomes a doorway. A melody brings back a feeling. For a moment, the years seem close enough to touch.

Those bar mitzvahs were celebrations of growing up within a faith and a community. I remember the dancing and the fun, and today I appreciate being welcomed into those joyful occasions.

From where I stand now, faith gives those memories another layer of meaning. Our lives hold more than possessions, appearances, or whatever troubles happen to fill the day. There is love to receive, joy to share, and a soul to tend.

“In Him we live and move and have our being.” — Acts 17:28

Tonight, this dedication is for the friends who shared those celebrations and everyone who remembers being young enough to dance without worrying about tomorrow.

Thank you for being part of that chapter.

May we keep room for wonder, friendship, and another dance.

With love,
Jase Carns

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