Ode to Big Hair

The appearance of one man brings excitement to everyone...well, almost everyone...

I don't want to be an adult anymore. It's like we hit a certain age and 'seriousness' can tend to take 'fun' hostage. I want to laugh to the point that I pee my pants. I long to smile until my cheeks hurt and I can smile no more. Most of all, I just want to enjoy life to its fullest!

A few years ago I was able to attend one of the best concerts of my life. A night of pure fun! My two sisters and I made our way to Washington DC to the one, the only....Bon Jovi! We were on cloud nine that night. We did what every concert goer does; we dressed to the max, for hopes that he might, just might, spot us in a stadium full of fans. Hey, a girl can dream! I really wanted to do the big hair in honor of the 80's, but decided it wasn't my best look. Some may think of Bon Jovi as a 'has been', as he has been serenading us for over twenty years! In my humble opinion, he can still rock it out!

We entered the large arena and quickly found our seats. Not quite nose bleed section, but binoculars did come in handy! The lights dimmed and the beat of the drum began to pound. Boom, boom, boom. This was it, the moment we had waited for. We grabbed on to each others arms in anticipation of his arrival. Fog rising from stage...check. Music getting louder...check. Fans going crazy...check. Spot light now on...check. Like a halo around an angel, there he stood in the spotlight, strumming his guitar. His perfect, pearly white smile reflected off the spotlight, blinding my eyes. I had seen the light! Tight black pants and a shirt exposing his chest, was enough to make all three of us girls scream and jump up and down. For the next two hours we danced, sang, and screamed some more...to the point I actually lost my voice by the end of the night! The peak of the night was when the lights dimmed down and he mysteriously reappeared on a platform in front of us. Our David Copperfield wanna be took us all by surprise. At one time we think he looked at us, but the verdict is still out on that.

Everyone in the stadium was on an emotional high that night...well, almost everyone. There was a man with two women sitting directly in front of us the whole show. For two hours, while people all around them joined in on the fun, they chose to simply watch. Not a clap, shout, or even a flinch left their body. We tried to come up with a plausible explanation, and couldn't. How someone could just sit there and not join in on the fun, was mind boggling to us. We've even considered having Myth Buster's test this theory. After the show, they stood, quietly gathered their items, and walked out. "I don't get it!" my sister finally shouted. "Why would someone pay that much money for the real deal and then not get into it!" I had to agree with her, they should of stayed home and watched it on TV.

So, the question to this day remains; how could they just sit there lifeless, while the celebration went on around them? Do I dare tie Bon Jovi and God into one devotion...watch me! Look at the world we live in today. God offers the same "show" to everyone. Some followers get into it completely, excited for his daily appearance in their life. Others think God is a 'has been', and are quite content watching from the convenience of their seat, while others celebrate. Are they missing out? Absolutely! God's presence should leave me screaming, dancing, and shouting 'encore'! I should long to leave the upper balcony and get in the front row, in hopes to touch the hem of his garment. The day I meet Him face to face I want to be able to say, "I am your number one fan!" Are you a part of the ongoing celebration? If not, what is keeping you from joining?

"They will celebrate your abundant goodness and joyfully sing of your righteousness." Psalm 145:7 (NIV)