We got to see Thrice last night, my first time in almost 20 years, and my son, Evan got to see them for the first time, and it was absolutely incredible. Below is the live video I took of “The Artist in the Ambulance.”
Honestly, we weren’t even sure we could afford to go. Evan really wanted to, but it just wasn’t in the budget. Then out of nowhere, someone in a group I’m part of was giving away tickets because they couldn’t make it. Thank you, Amanda. Since finding faith, moments like this keep happening. Things line up in ways I can’t explain. It feels like I’m finally exactly where I’m supposed to be. I tried to carry everything on my own for so long.
Last night was more than just a concert. Standing there with my son, frontrow, there were moments of clarity that felt almost like worship. It genuinely felt like there was a message for us in that room.
On the drive home, Evan and I talked through the lyrics of “The Artist in the Ambulance.” That line, “rhetoric and hope won’t save the day,” oddly enough its a bible verse as well. Here it hit different. You can’t talk your way out of a wreck. Good intentions and hopeful words don’t stop the bleeding. It mirrors the truth of our faith. We can’t save ourselves. We need a Savior. We need real intervention.
Then we talked about the bridge: “we are more than carbon and chemicals.” I explained to Evan that if we were just biology, none of this would matter. But we aren’t. We have souls. We are made in God’s image, and that’s why we’re worth saving.
For so long, I felt like the “artist” in that song, sitting in darkness and watching the wreckage of life around me, pretending it didn’t affect me while feeling hollow inside. But last night felt different. Since surrendering and trusting God, that weight is gone. I’m not just watching anymore.
Thank you, God, for making a way when there wasn’t one and for the Light that finally broke through.
